The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1867-12-12
Sut Lovingood's Dream.

WAS otiu' ufy toiber Gay, george, an
indin lot ov green whisky, l jist sucked
In skinful ov it otrai. along. The fust
mouthful I swallered hesrn.plosh in my
heels. l wur dry and empty both, by
golly, 30 dry that artsr Ia. rz purity we'll
up in me, hit soaked through and stood
all over me in drsps, maxim me look Ette
big retikuie kivered with beads, but |
swellcd tighter arter a while, then filed
up purity soon. As soon as Good retch
ht by iunnin a spoon handil down ny
throate, shot off steam, and sot into
fovin rouu. Hit warnt long before l
found myself tangled by the laigs in the
dorg fennel, aud I fell in heap down
hill. so | thUrt the mos peaceful thing |
could do war to go to sleep, th;nkin ov
runniu winmill.
Well, dreamed me dream. ,hort
wur in hell, and had bin sent thar fur
votin the Radkil ticket. felt the jestice
ov the sentence 40 much that didn't feel
so Uneasy and mad abou, hit rs I would
bin ef they had srnt me thar fur mut,
derin bline ole oman, or maxim sack
log ov sum gals fust baby, ar,er soakin
hit in turpeutine, or sich like common
wickedness. thurt he'd bin thar long
enut to sorter begin 20 git used to the
taste ov the whisky they stills down thar,
An ] muss say thinks hit little better
than the truck what the skulkers out ov
the Confcdr, army billed for the govern
ment, because bit didn't create the apper
tite to GUS, steal or de.ari half as soon on
me, in Tnphet. rs that. Twas SAFER whis
ky, George, safer whiskr. Well, | thort
hell was perfec roun hole-as roun as
bum shell, right in the senter ov the
yearth. The walls wur glazed AS slick as
AN inyun peelin, AID wut but Jest half
full ov melted dinner pots, dorg irons, an
ole clock wales, with scum OF smoking
birthstone foot deep. The Devil s,aid
aboard ov bate. and had hisseIf rowed
rom jest as lie pleased, by the jury wha:
found the bill sgin Jef Davis. They
Looked like thade like 10 have another
pop at tina, job. think, by golIy, thade
hunt long spell afor ,hs iuupd hit,
Rp,n.
thort thar war long ls,ber aidged
clea:s nailed to the wall to CLINE by
Tia wur sqnar aidged up, 40 the climin
has all to he done on one side, and when
frllers got tired ov s~imnin, they jest sot
Into cimir the cleats. noticed that new
comera viii powerful fond ov climin.-
ThHdd sorler slack off sometimes, ontl
tha sunk into the melted clock wates up
TO the pint ov their tail bone. and by the
gost ov skeered monkey, they'd come
up overhanded to their work agn, jest a
~riglin and a snortih. They worked like
squrils on a tired mill. burned ef tha
dident keep the thing roIljn s,rste along,
AID George, jes, a. sure as you ar fut
high, Mafs what Keeps the yearM turnin
roun l found hit out a, last.
Well, one day the trap dore opened
aud the Devil ordered old Forney to steer
under the boie He steers wild, 40 after
swimmin nearly all over hell. he got thar,
when down poured into the bo,e the
durndest sluice Of mean looking cusses
you ever seed. Everybody already thar
tIrned thar heads to look at 'em, An cum
faster, skeeted at 'em by golly. Ths wur
Rsdikils, the las, burned one. Sum bad
ropes roup their mex, with running noos
ahind the year, sum had holes in their
heads, sum had big gill cut under their
cbin, and every one showed sinss OF hard
times an hurry. seed Stevens, Sumner,
Wade, Butler, surnamed the Beast, an
Wendell Phillips. Hey" sez the Devil,
"wbafs rong above-coleryi" "Wus nor
that" sez Sumner. "the Constitution peoi
pie has riz an ov X rec we are here; ssy
your Majesty, is Preston Brooks here 7"
"Oh, nos ser the Devil. "Wsl:, sez
sumner, sorter brightnin up and rubbin
hin hans. "l'm durned glad he siut."--
"S,op a mint" SEE the Devil, wait till I
sorts You all out" He took up heedil
as long as harpoon, and with big guile
OF trace chains he threaded il. Then he
picked out all the common cusses among
'en,, an strung 'en on the chain, an hung
the hole bunch over the aidgs Of the bots
into the bnmstone. Jebosaphstl how
they sizzled and dove and slosked an
sprinkled hot iron about with their tails.
A string Of sun pearch wood bin no
wbar.
While the Devil wur sortip the small