The New Orleans crescent., 1868-11-22
sUT LOvENG0oD's BIG MUsIC-Box
STORY.

meat hous'? ....-...
tell you, be minds me power owe dads ole
Boze, malt bull, bali raskil owe dorg, what dad
had stole from North Csliney movin' famery
BE coon proved his self to be the bes' match for
that HI fred ole cuss, what had the misfortn to
call me "Son, Sut," when he dident call me
Pot hesdu that ever seed or heern tell owe.
He wer jis' as ugly in pusonel bid: an feeters5,
8 as cross, an mean in temper-jis' as lazy an
jis' as durnd fool. The only 'vantages Boze had
over dad wer he coudent drink whisky, aud
wouoent whip the dorgs. But then agin, dad
woudent eat mutton with the wool on, nor suck
sigs. At leas' never cotch him at it. He mout
tho, for | never yet seed eny thing waikin on
aind, as hard to count for, as my onregenert
dad. Why he jis' cud beat pinch back watch.
hen, or the devil. at beiu' onsarrin.
Well, one day | ver sittin on the fence IN the
sunshine, with my trousis rolled up mos to my
pockids, a saftenin the holts Of the dorgticks on
my laigs with spittil, so cud pull 'em on without
leavin' thar heads In the hide.
Did you ever pull dorgtick, an leave his head
in yer meat, George?
Oh! you be dadrsbbited, you Is tryin' tn be
fnneky. Well, any how, tick bites am curious I;
they makes the sweetest scratchin' spots, for
about day, ever had the scratchin' owe. an
arter that the sorest bump, an the blacklist scab
outside the smallpox.
While wer at this job, an lis begiunin' tn
make hit inturestin' tn the little blood sHckin'
cusses, what shoud see coming along the road
s, ss1S r.sy vsnn a SScs s ss sn
nett patch on the sturn. He had strappd ontu
his back squar pascal, kivered In lie cloth, about
the size owe a faro Dealers chist owe tools or
our cabin, an seed Boze, cummin' in squatin
sneak strait for slouch hat. Thinks |, yere is
chance for race, an by golly I'll be the jedge.
Sez Hello thar mistopher, If you has eny
superfne runnin' amung yer mussils, now is the
bes' time In the world tu be usein' some owe
hit dnrn6 nroffQhlu Qfraff this road. That ia.
If you sits much yaluer on that ar sampil owe blue
casnett what you sits on. For thar Gums ragE'
lar onintermittunt calamity wropDed In dorg hide
srter you Don't you see him sightiD' of the patch
on yer latter aind? He means sumfn, ole hoss!"
The cussed fool just looked roun', an instid owe
folerin' this hclsum savin' advice, he aimed for
sour apple tree; as he made his bulge, Boze
changed his sneak ntu rush, sot his bristils. an
sed 'wouff wonffr' Thinks I. blue patch, or
sppil tree which will hit be, an | hlt my breff
anxiousy.
SLOUGH hat as soon Tor perhaps q scrimpshun
sooner as he reached the tree, started up the
body by yerks, like cat goes upa saplin, when
sunfn exhitin' am crowden her jis' as he got
han holt on the fust linn, Boze reached the CAST
nett. an secnred hlse'f thar to, an thar he
dangled.
"sez |, "Thar, you durn'd fool what did tell
you That's what comes owe bein' jfs' little too
slow" (Thars pepil you know, George, alters jis'
o mossel too slow ell thar days, never ketch eny
thing, an never git away frum eny thing.l AM
thinks l, which will break fust ham holt, or
sturin holt? Iruther doubted the sturin holt, for
I hadn't 'zamined the sowIn an plum forgot that
the gaus buttons had han in the game.
Sez he, "g.it out" loud enough for dad to
hear hit in the cabin, whar he wer half soIin his
shoes. As Boze did ent git out, put up the
game az about six an six, an Bozes deal, an
sorter hoped that he mout turn Jack.
See !, Stranger listn tn me. You now hes q
haDgin' tn your sturin, about as parsevarin' ,
vengeful, an interprizin' dorg, as ever frOze
tn cssnett patch, or 'et up man." sed this
SEE be. !" call him of, you dam san hill crane.
why don't you,"
'iJis becaze dident sick i'm on" sez I. 81
never interferes In fights amung kin an hit seems
about a even @ thing enyaow, stranger, only yOa
you hope that ar patch sowin' may be rotten ~
See he, "gotu- then, ken hold on as long
as yer oorg."
fnow tho't owe the gallus buttons, for the fast
time, an so :hot I'd help the poor devil tu a
idear, that mout sOJTer set Boze back litul.
So sez:
"Onhutton yer gslluses, thar's no wimmen
about" - fse - 80 80
"You mus be dam fool" sez he chow ken
1? Don't you see I'm usen' my hans"
"Oh, ! had forgot that" sez /, an | wondered
who'd told him ray mater. Jist then, yere cum
dad runnin' with poplar fence rail in bof hans,
an KNOWN his onsartinty, wer studyn' which
owe us three wer tn ketch the rail. when hesrn
crack-pOp. Hit wer the gallus buttons, by golly.
An the britches cum of inside out afore you cnd
bat yer eye, Boze sbakin' the fess out owe 'em
rather vigrusly and yishusly, as tho't.
Dad wer now emung us, smakin' an snortin'.
an when ] seed him draw back for his lick,
foun' hIt wer intended for the back owe my nsk,
an if I'D been jis' mossel too slow, he'd a
onjnted bit as sure as shootin'. But l warnt. |
duck my head like brakes a courtin', an slouch
hst cotch hit all along his iowl l swar hit
sounded like smashin' a fat gourd. an ham hOlts
broke imejunty ettin' him drop, bar laiged, atop
| owe Boze. Dad flung down the rail, an kivered
| han. Thinks l, by golly. yere is fust rate
chance for me too tn be the upper dorg in the
fle, one time in my life, so by the jumpin jinDey,
lit asiradil owe dad. Jis' think owe that a mat
George, while takes hon.
Well, the instint lit across the small owe his
back, he grunted, an so did barlaigs, an Boze
he did too, whilest set intu maulin' dad, on fust
one side owe the head, an then tother-left an
| right, q saying, "0hi you cussed, bar laiged
rsskil, dad an Boze, and mel give you hi, rel
show you how IN climb our sour appl tree, with.
out AKIN my dads leave"
Sez dad, aidgin in q word. atwixt' every one
owe my hcks:
"Bar laiged-bedam-y -you-durn'd- -hits-
-yOure-givin-h-l."
You see, George, dad wer quickly awar that
always had been the biggest fool in the world.
an that's why be cslpd my sttes<on tn the fac'
that hit wer him, wer a pOundin' an not bar
laigs.
"well. while this wer agwipe on, poor B,ze
Ncft u u pOhtIlul ne Dtln'
the ondermos dorg owe al, bat, he were doin'
the best he cudin the dark, bitin' rouu, an about
wbar the casinett orter been, yes by golly, whsr
dry hoss hide orter been. Dad wer counter
btin' above. so stwix' 'em. bar laigs mus had a
very happy time, st leas' jedged so from the
way he kicked, an hollered, durn if don't ex
pect he tbO't the merleanyum had cum.
But misfortinatly every rashnel eDjoymint hes
tn cum tn an aind. Jis' about now, / heard sum
hin below me somwhar, begin to play. BILLY In
the low groun's'' jis es plain. Thinks I, my SOUL
which owe 'em is hit ? Dad, bar laigs or Boze,
that is a bsvn' the music msngled out owe
i'm in that style, don't keer a durn which hit
is, he'll be dead dorg in five minutes, hits be-
yant nature. IN stan hurtn' long that fetches
music instid owe gruntin' ur squswkin'.
Then calkilated how, If hit wer Boze, an he
did live, that I'd git plum rich, by holdin' him by
the tail, an cowhldin' him owe court an muster
days, at a dime a tchune. tho't the same about
dad. but then who the devil wer tn hole him by
the tail while he wer bein' cowhided. / hearn
clck-whizz " an the musick changed to, "0h
she wouldent, an she coudent, an she dident cum
at all, louder, an faster than By golly this
fotch forth Boze he cum from onder, tarin' an
whinin' as pitiful az a purp.
Now George, when Boze begun that rumpus,
be were as compack an chunky blt dorg as you
ever seed. Hits true, / had but a moment tn
Famine him that mornin' atwix that april tree
an the back fence. eighty wards OFF but he looked