The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1867-04-09
WooDsFIEID. MONROE COUNTY, OHIO, APRIL. 9,~lse7

I tell you he jist rared;; seq he: aI1l
clear my dominions owe you durn'd
quick, an he ranged big bonn mortar,
what wer in the boat point blank at the.
hatch hole, an he loaded in ole Wade
feet fust, and made Forney tech hit off.
By golly! he went whizzin thru the hole,
an hit rained whisky on the lake ontil
hit burnt blue. Next he grabbed ole
Thad; seq he, tremblin; tsPlease, yer ma
jesty, load her in wifi me-" pintin to a
she niger strung on the chain; sez the
devil, "no, sir; l think we can manage.
her arter you is gone, and besides she
looks like she needed little rest. Bo.
langl and I jist cotch glimpse owe
Thad's hooked feet sorapin' splinter off
the hatch combin'. Next he yoked Sum
ners an he begged to beloaded. head fust,
as he said he always,trgEeled aether end
fust thru life, au he wanted to fuish the
journey the same way, on account Ore his
record. .So,9 luther end rfqst he come
outen the mortar, an luther end fust I
reckon he busted agin lsumfnl away yon-I
der on the outside. Batler's, surnamed
the Beast, turn. come nextll While the
devil were loadin him in, I observed
him busy buttonin' up his pockets
When the mortar fred / wer watchin' the
hatch clost; 1 dident like the idea of his
leayin'; but durn'd Ilf he went thar; he
followed the line ore his cock eye, an bus
ted into million pieces agin the wall.
Spoons and breastpins fell a foot deep all
over the lake, an IJheern the, wimmin all
cheer. The devil then licked his lips,
and went for Wendell, but he just leaped
overheard and dove, and to save his life
the devil llcouldn't find him.; He'll raise
trouble ,tharsyets see if he don't. Next
he grabbed Forney, his steersman, and
seq heA'you don't. steer to suit me" an
he commenced 1oadin' him in, an don't
you believe, ,jisr as the cuss' head wer goin' :
out owe sight, he whispered in the devils
ear that / wer Jamison, the actor. The
devil remarked, "1'vs got muffin agin ia
misop, you is the one" mad at me, by
igolly, jist bekaze he seed the Beast OUT
smarted him in the spoon business. |
hearn sumfn like, quackl quackl down in
the BOWLS owe the mortar, and then hit
went off and so did the duck: Thar'll be
peace in hell for while, if the devil KIN
only ketch Wendell an Reconstruct the
durn'd raskil. Ole lsmuity reached for
me last one, an. put me down his gun |
got into begin hard. Sez he; "you
must go; the prosperity Of my Kingdom
demands that muffin haviln6 the smell owe
radikill unto hits close kin stay here. I
seed you whisperln' wifi the Beast, and
I'd shoot out ole Robespierre hisself, if
I wer to ketch him at such an ornary
trick, an he's been helpin' roll hell roun'
in orderly way ever. since the French
Revolution" By gollyl | jist lim6ered
Iall over, the gun roared and I Weakened.
Now, what do you think was the matter
wifi me? Why old Bob Hays was tryin'
his durndest to splinter four foot clap
board over my body; said he wanted me
to git outen his paster, afore he shet the
gate for the night. / were a sweaten or
| full, George, perfectly orfuE. sil ''i
Isorter wished I~had dreamed on lit
tie longer. I'd liked powerful we'll to
a foun' out what had become owe ole
Thad arter he were shot out owe hell
Hit'n sorter injure his standiu won't hit
as he roams thru nothins forever2 I be-
lieve, if I'd been him, I'd rather staid
thar wifi my she niger. Been hard on
her then, poor devil, an a little too good
for him. Amt I boss on skeerJ
dreams?