The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1868-05-19
How SUIT LOveg0Od's Daddy acted
HOSS.-What Came of III.

d0ld tnat ere hoss down to th,
yearth." "He's spreadin' bis tail t,
fly now2a "Keep him whar he isl
.Woa. ""Woa, shavetail.n He's dane
ling jig.'
These and like expressions were ad
dressed to queer-looking, long legged
short-bodied, small. headed, white-hairet
hog eyed, funny sort Of genius, fresl
from . secondhand clothes-store, ant
mounted on "Tarpole," nick-tailed
llong, poor horse, half brandy, half-devil
and enveloped all over in perfect ne
lwork Of bride reins, cruppers, martin
galessstrsps, snrolngles, assd red feretin
who had reined up in front Of Pat Mack
grocery, among q crowd of wild noun
ltaineers, full of fight and bad whisky.
81 say, you darned ash carts, jist keel
yer shirts on, will ye? You never seed
raal boss till rid up. Tarpole is jis
next to the best boss that ever shellet
lnubbins, and he's dead as still worm
poor old trickytail."
What killed him, Sut?" said an anxiou,
inquirer,
"Why, nuthin' you tarnal fool; he .iist
died. died a standin' up, at that. Warn
that good pluck; Froze stiff: no, not tha,
adzactly, but straved fust, and then frozs
afterwards, SO stiff, that when dad and
me pushed him over, he jist stuck out SO
(spreading his arms and legs,) like o
carpenters bench, and we waited seven.
teen days for him to thaw afore we could
skin him. Well, thar he was-dad an
me-(eounting his fingers Dad an me,
Sal an Jake, Cool Jake, we used to cali
him. for short, an Phineas, an Simeon,
an Jones, an Charloteean, an Cslline
Jane, an Cashus Henry Clay, and Noah
Dan Webster, an me an the twin gals,
an Catherine Second, an Tom Bullion,
an the baby. an the prospect, an marin
herself, all left without any boss to crap
with. That was nice mess for 'spect
able family to be slashin' aboutin warn't
it? I be burned if didn't feel like
stealth hoss sometimes. Well, we
waited an rested, an rested, an waited
until into strawberry time, hopin' some
stray boss mout come along, but dog my
cats ef eny sich luck as that ever comes
whar dad is, he's SO drafted mean, an
lazy, an ugly, an savage, an triAin'.
"Well, one mite, dad he lay awake all
mite snorin' an q rollin' an whisperin'
at man, and next mornin' sez he-'Sut,
I'll tell you what we'll do; Til be hoss
myself, and pull the plough, while you
drive me, and we'll break up the corn
ground, and then the old quilt CHATS
marin, and the brats kin plant it or let
it alone; jist as they d-n please. So
out we goes to the pawpaw thicket, and
peeled right smart chance of bark, and
mann and me made gears for dad, and they
become him nightly; then hewould have
bride, SO / gifts an old umbrella what
I found-it's little fork piece of iron,
sorter like unto pitch-fork, ye know
an we bent an twisted it sorter unto q
bride bit, small shape (dad wanted It
kurb, as he said he hadn't worked for
some time, an might sorter feel his oats
an go to cavortip). Well, when We got
the bride all fixed on dad, he chomped
the bitjust like raal hoss Che always
was most complicated burned old fool,
eny how, and mann always said so, when
he warn't about, then I put on the gears,
out dad an me goes ito the field, / q
leadin' dad by the bride, and totin the
gopher plough on my back. When we
come to the fence, I let down gap an
made dad mad, he wanted to jump the
fence on all fours, boss way. | hitched
him on to the gopher, and away we went,
dad leanin' forward to his pullin'' right
peart, and we made sharp plowin dad
goin' rite over the bushes and sprouts,
same as raal hoss, the only difference
is, he went on two legs.
Presently We cum to a sasafrac patch,
and dad keep up his karacter as boss,
bulged square into it, and tore down a
hornets nest nigh ON to as big as boss
head, and all the tribe kiyered him right
strate. He rared and kicked once or
twice, and fotched squeal wos nor ary
hoss in the district, and sot into runnin'
away jist as natural as ever you seed. I
let go the lines, and hollored woa, dad,
woai but you mout as well of said woa to
"a locomotive. Gewhilikins, how he rum
When he cum to a bush, he'd clear the
top of it, gopher and all; p'raps he thort
there mout be another settlement Of bald
hornets in it, and that it was safer, to gc
over than thrue, and quicker dun; 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 wagon
whip, and running all tho time, and kar.
ried that gopher just about as fast an high
from the yearth as ever agopher was car.
lried / swar. When he cum to the fence
he busted right thrue it, taring dowr
nigh on to seven pannels, scatterin' and
breakin' the rales nightly, and here he
|left the gopher, gears, single-tree anc
klevis, all mixed up, not worth durn
Most Of his shirt stuck on to the splin
tered endov broken rale, and nigh I'M
to pint ov hornets staid with the shir
stinging it ali over, the balance on em
about gallon and half, kept on will
dad. He seemed 10 run jist adzactly a,
fast as hornet could fly, for it war th,
highest race I ever did see. Down thru,
the grass they all went, the hornets ma
king it look sorterlike asmoke all arount
dads bald head, and he with nuthin' OIL