The Hancock Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Ohio) 1857-1870, 1863-03-13

little, and then ! had him tor {,
leptll. for ] ] ct drapped behind =
stump and thar snnhbsd the crit
teil Now, Gays I, yon'll pull up the
ere white oak break your tail OF
jet hold on bit till | bios!
well while ! war srt'ia thar. ar
idea struck M that ! had bitter be n
gettin c0t % this in some way. l'n.
how. q fzickly. w-s the pint! l.
let 90 and run, he'd be foul o. n,
sur,l
So. lookin At the IN lttur in all
its besrins, | Gun to the onclnsion
tina, vi better lc, someb dy know
whar | war. S. | gin u yell louder
than a locomotive whistle and II
want long nfor" seed thc d 'asrn's
two dogs comm down like as i,
they war seein which could get thar
iu>t.
4 knowh who they var arter-
they'd j no the Bull agin. | war ssr
tin, FOR they war oru, wenemons,
hh'l Nau si'lit bglU " u.
80, saws | old briplle, ss ridin
ia as cheap ne walkin, o. this route.
i yo"'ve no objections, III jsr take
n dcck p s-aoe on that ar back o.
YOUR! 81 wasn't long qettin
sstride of him. and then il you'd hin
thar. you'd ave sworn thar wsrn't
nothin human in that Ar mix! the
sils flew So or'nlly ss the crirter and
| rolled round the f-li-one dog
on one eide and one on t'other, try.
in to clinch my feel!
u prayed and cussed, and cussed
ard PRAYED, until | couldn't tell
which oil ut last aud neither
w'rn't OF any use, they war so oriul-
! y mixed mp.
We'll. reckon I rid about an
hour this way. when old brindle
thought it war time to stop to take
in a supply o. wind and cool off a
little! 81 when we got round to a
tree that stood thar, he nat'rally
halted.
Now, says | old boy. you'll lose
one passenger sIr,ini So iist CHM
on branch. kslkel4tin to roost thar
till | starved, atore III be rid round
in that ar way any longer.
Il war makin tracks for the top o.
he tree, when | heard suthin a max.
III an orful bizzn over head. kin
der looked up, and if thar warn't-
we'll thar's no use a swea,in now,
but 'twar the biggest hornets nest
ever bull!
You'll gin in now. l reckon,
Mike, case thar is no help for you'll
But an idea struck me. then, that
would stand heap better chance q
ridiD the old Bull than whar war.
Save | old feller il you'll hold on.
I'D ri 'e to the next station, let that
be wbar it will!
80 jist drapped aboard agin,
and | looked aloit to see what Id
gained in changing quarters; and
gentlemen. I'm liar il thsr warn I
nigh half bushel of the stingin var
mints ready to pitch into me when
the word 10 was gin.
We'll. | reckon they got il. for all
hands started for our c,mpany!-
Some on 'em hit the dogs-about q
doz- II s'nck me. and the rect chsrg.
d on old brinGle.
This time the dogs led off fust.
dad bent for the Deacnn's sni as
soon as old brindle AMI | could get
under way. we followed. And ~
war only d ck passenger, an 1 had
nolhin 10 do with stearin the craft,
swore il had we shouldn't have
run 'ha, chsnne', anytow!
Bat, as said afore. the dogs
took the lead brindls ard | mex,
and the hornets bUzzin and stingin!
| dldh't say no,hlu, Tor it warn.i no
use
'Well, we'd got about two hun
dred yards rom the huuse and the
Deacon h,rn us and cum ont. I
seed him hold mp his hand aud turn
white. | r,ckone he was prayiu
then, tor he didn't expect to be call
ed tor 81 soon, and It war not long,
neither aiore the hui congregation.
men, women and children. cum out
and then al. hsnds went to yellin.
None OF 'em hal the iu,t notion
that b'indle aud | belonged to this
world. | jist turned INV head and
passed the hull congregation.
seed the run would be up soon, for
brinile coullnt turn an inch from q
fence that stood dead aheai!
'Well, we reached that ience and
| went ashore over the critters head.
landin on t'other side, and lay thar
stunned. 1t warn't long atore some
OF 'em as was not go scared, came
round to see whar | war! For oil
hands kalkelated that the Bull and
belonged together. But when brin-
die walked off by himself, they seed
, how it war, and one OF 'em said,
Mike Fink has got the wuss Of the
scrimmaga once in HE life!'
"Gentlemen, from that day
dr'pped the courtin Dizziness, and
never spoke to = gal since. And
when my hunt is up on this yearth,
thar won't be any more Finks. and
all OWN to Deacon Smith's brindls
Bull