Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1867-12-23
0blo Statesman.
SUIT LOVENGOOD'S DOG.


mixed up dog so well in all your doins,
that we can't tell edzactly what dog
scrape yer mean."
sWsll, 1 mean ole 'Stuf-gut.' Did
eny of ye ever see i'm !"
"No."
"Well, yer missed site. He wur a
powerful dog, an sometimes ye'd think
he wur two or three dogs, If ye seed
him eat; not countin owe his tail, fur
he hedn't eny. When he war pup,
dad, durn him, stuck i'm to straw-cut-
ter, famed his ,starn .clost up to the
frame owe the cussed gullotine, an foch
down the knife, an thar lay the hole tail
in the troft, like a. letter S, an here run
the pup youlin like hound, and his
starn looked like you'd busted a ripe to-
matis onto hit. Well, it changed his looks
mitely, an his natur more. Now as
to his looks, rite onto the spot whar
his tail orter staid thar crowd bunch
Of stiff, ash cullered bristles, what pinted
every way, like onto split broom with
the rappin cut loose, an rite in the mid
dill owe all this fussy lookin patch owe
har, the pint owe his backbone, kivered
with gristil, stuck out like onto a pidg-
ms aig, Gaze he sot. onto hit SO much
Well, the afar looked nifty sassy an fite
like, enyhow, purticulerly when he wur
a struttin up tu big strange dog to
smell owe him. 1t made his sturn look
Ihyer than his shoulders, perpendicular
and squar. an he had way owe walkin
slow an solemn like I've seed young fel-
lers do at camp meetin when approachin
owe a gal at the spring with thar stud
hoss close on, agwine sorter side ways
an nifty kerful. Eve seed little hogs go
through the same motions, wun in peach
orchard, an luther in the lane, when they
Mot tha wanted tu fte, an wud dun hit
but fur the fence what wur atween EN-.
| never found out that he wur good fur
enything but tu keep bred from mouldin,
an meat from spilin; and when he wanted
to show how glad, es he he'd no tail tu
wag, he wagged his whole sturn an his
hine feet slipped about on the groun,
/ sorter like fashunabel gal walks when
she thinks some feller is lookin at er.
lie war cullered edzactly like mil
dewed saddel skirt, an he kerred his
ears on a nowin sort of cock, like onto
muel when he's skeered. He'd whis-
kers round his eyes, an on his hine laigs,
an must had powerful activ conscience.
fur he wur the meenest countenanced
dog ever seed in my life. Now as tn
his natter, yu cud never set i'm onto eny-
thing yu wanted tn, an cudn't call i'm
ofen enything?h he got arter on his own
accord. He wus skeered all the time,
an stud redy to run or tu steal as the
chances mout be; an takin i'm altogeth-
er he wur jist the rite sort owe dog tu
belong tn me-not wurth durn, an or
ter been killed afore his eyes got open.
"Well, Stuf-gut he follored me tu
town wun day just case didn't want
him tu an while L wur gettin on a he'd
owe steam at the doggery, he started
roun town on a stealth expedishion owe
his own; an like his cussed fool owner,
got hisself inter fust rate scrape an
skeer, without half tryin an in less nor
no time at that. da
IL had gin myself shake in the dog
gerry, an herd the whisky in me slosh.
/ know'd 1 he'd my load aboard. SO |
cum out onto the street, an-the-fust
thing seed he come tarin down the
street fifteen times faster nor l thot he
cud run, just a bowin owe hisself, his
ears sot fiat ontu his neck, an his bris-
tils all sot like black pearch's top fin,
his eyes shet up fast an tite, and he he'd
on sort owe harness made outer strings,
sorter like the set dad wore when he act
ed hoss, and he wer hauliu owe an old
stage lantern an hit filled with wet pow
der, and set afre.
"New the sparks, an the sizlin an
the dust, an the ratlin, an the youlin, an
growlin, an barkin, an the eighty-nine ol
ninety dogs owe all kinds what wui
chasin ov i'm made sum sensashun.-
Well-hit-did. Whew-w-w When
[ seed him pass without nOwin me
thot owe dads hornet tribulashun, al
felt that thar wur such thing as tribu
|lashun, at last; an then 1 got mad al
looked round for sum wun tu vent ratl
on, an seed long-legged cuss sorter ovt
the Lovengood stripe. with his hal
cooked before sittin straddil owe hoss
rack swingin his legs an "a singin--
a'e "Rack back Davy, rarin up hebine.
You show me your foot. an I'll show mine"
"Thinks, I, you'll do. if yu didn'
start my dog on that hellward expedi
tion owe his'n, you'll do to put it Oh
enyhow, so here goes. Sez l: "Mister
what. hed-my -dog-dun to yu?" He pad'
no tention, but KEEP on singin-
Rack. back Davy. daddy shot bar.
| Shot EN- in the eye an never tou b a har"
81 seed it wur no aise trying to breed
a quarrel; so that l mount be able tt
breed a fite, and l just lent i'm slath
| arin calamity, rite whar his noze com
menced to sprout frum atween his eyes