The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1866-04-19
Sut LOVeDgOOd's Daddy Acting
Horse.


bodied, white haired, hog eyed, funny sort
of genius, fresh from some secondhand
clothing store, and mounted on "Tarpole,"
a nic-taied, long, poor horse, envelopcd all
over in perfect network Of bride reins,
cruppers, martingalcs, straps, sirsinglcs aud
red ierreting, who had rained up in front
OF Pat Nick's grocery among a crowd of
wild mountainecrs full of fight and bad
whisky
81 say, you darned ash cats, just deep
your shirts ON, will your You never seed
a raal horse till rid up. Tarpolc is next
to the best horse that ever .,nelled nubbins,
and he's dead as still worm poor old
Thickey Tail"
"What killed him, Sutw said an anxious
enquirer.
"Why, nothin' you tarnation fool he
Jis' died, standing up at that Warn't that
good pluck Frozc stiff; no, not adzactly,
but starved fust ard then frozed afterward:
SO stiff that when dad and me pushed him
over he jist stuck out so, (spreading his
arms and legs) like carpenters bench,
and we waited seventeen days for him to
thaw afore we could skin him. Well, thar
was dad and me Counting his fingcrs) dad
and me, Sal and Jake-fool Jake, we used
TO call him for short-and Phineas, and
Simeon, and Jonas, and Charlotean, and
Callina, and Cashus Henry Clay, an Noah
Dan Webster, and Catharine second, and
Cleopatra Antony, and Jane Lindy, and
Tom Bullion, and the baby, and the pros
pect, and marin herself all left without
any horse to crop with. That was nice
mess for spectacle family to be slushed
in, warn't it? | declare. if didn't feel
like stealin' horse sometimes Well, we
waited and rested, and waited well on to
strawberry time, hoping some stray horse
might come along; but dog my cats eff eny
sich luck as that ever come whar dad is,
he's SO drafted mean, and lazy, and savage,
and ugl y, and tryin.
Well, one mite, dad he lay awake all
mite, snorrin' and rolin' and whisper
III at marin, and next mornin' says he:
"Sut, II tell yoo what we'll do I'll be
boss myself, and pull the plow while you
drive me, and we'll break up corn ground,
and then the old quilt CHATS marm) and
the brats can plant or let it alone, jst us
they please"
$50 out he goes to the pawpaw thicket
and peeled a right smart chance of bark,
and marin and me made gears for dad. and
tncy become him mighty; then he would
have bride, SO gifts an old umbrella
what | iound-its little piece OF iron,
sorter like onto pitchfork, ye know-an'
we bent and twisted it sortcr into bride
bit, snail shape, dad wanted it kerLcd, as
he hadn't worked for some time he was
ateercd he might feel his oats and 90 to
cavortin) Well, when We got the bride
all fixed on dad, he chompcd his bit list
like a raal horse, Che always was Il most
complicated burned old fool ANYHOW, and
marin always said so when he warn't
about,) then | put on the gears and out
dad and | goes into the field. | a lcadin
dad BY the bride and totin the gopher
plow on my back
"When ] come to the fence, let down
gap; that made dad mad, he wanted to
jump the fence on all fours, ho,s lashun.
| hitched him to the gopher and away he
went, loanin forward to his pullin' right
pcart, and we made sharp plowin', dad 90.
IN right over the bushes and sprouts same
as raal hoss-the only difference is he
went on two legs Presently We come to
sassatras patch, and dad, to act up his char.
acter as a hoss, bulgcd squar inter it, aud
tore down hornets nest as big as boss
head, and all the tribe kivcrcd him rite
strate. He rarcd and kicked once or twice
and totched n squeal wuss nor airy hoss in
the district, and sot into runnin' away list
rs natural as you ever seed.
. | let the plow 30 and hollercd, woa,
dad, woa, but ye mout as Wei said woa to
n locomotive. Jewhilikins, how he run
When he cum to a bush, he'd clear it
gopher and all he thot there mout be an
other settlement of bald hornets in it and
that 1t was safer to 90 over than thro, and
quicker done. Every now and then, he d
paw one side of his head with fust one fore
leg and then tother; then he'd gin himself
an open handed slap, that sounded like 4
wagon whip, and runuin' all the time and
a carryin' that gopher list about as fast and
high from the ycarih as ever gopher was
carried, | swar When he cum to the
fence, he busted right thru it, tarcu nigh
into seven panels, scattcrin' and brcakin'
the rails nightly; and here he left the
gopher, gears, swinglctrce and klevis, and
mixed up, not wurth dern most of his
shirt stuck TO the broken end of a splin-
tered rail and nioh onto n Mint ~ bornet