Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1869-01-01


sum, New Fountain dorg, es big es a
yearin, an es black ez the divil, cum a
tarin outen somebody's gate way up in
the alley ahiue me, clost arter thunder
in big spottid SOW. He wer jist moy-
in her frum haste, head down. bristiis all
sot, and sayin boob, wool, goosh, ev-
cry Jump. I wer lookin Mt EN- cum
frum atwixt my laigs, an wonderin eff
he'd ketch her. TEars nuthcr vantage
in bobtail shuts i cud see good.without
risin up or turnin roun. The sow's eyes
were walled back at the dorg, fust wun
side then tother, an she never seed me,
but dam eff the dorg didn't. Instantly
be hung on: signs all over i'm, of big
skeer. He wur the wust surprised, wust
'stonished, an the wust trimblin dorg |
ever seed. He sot all his laigs an his
tail ahed ta stop bisself, an he slid fifteen
feet, whinin pitiful, and lookin monstrous
wishful back up the alley, the way his
hart war gwaine. He hadn't the melt
tn venter q secon look-the fust wun he'd
run him crazy, an eff he ever sees the
likes agin, which l doubts much, Ill bet
high he jst gins Hp the ghost, not want
i'm tn liv nuiher mint IN world whar
dorgs' souls am tn be harrered with SIGH
orful, unnatural, onuseful, an tarifne
sights. He's right, dam Of he Amt
When he got his hedway sorter stopt, he
whirld roun, seq he, 'meew ra-a ap, an
oy all the burned wholesale runnin-the
pint of that ar bushy tail ov hisn were
glued clost tn his belly, atwixt his fore
laigs, were drippin wet with sweat. He
flung his hind laigs under him like he
wer irwin tn send EN- home fust atwixt
his fore wuns, an his backbone seemd es
timber es string. Oh, Jerusalim, what
a sight he mus hev seed, to throwd
him intu SIGH spasms. II bet boss you
cant hawl I'm down that ar alley agin with
par ov mules an a log chain. Eff
dorgs hev churchis hes jined wun sure
Well, he ortor be circumspeck in his
WAYS arter SIGH warnin. | wish frum
my hart the sow he'd seed me tn an pre-
shiated me hef es well es the dorg did,
hit wud a saved my feelins, my cross
barred britchcs, an puryented an ondue
excitement amung the sun1ower wimin.
But we're she cum, jist tarin, a big
black dorg weighin pow'ful heavy ontu
her mind run her snout atwixt my laigs
over the hine waistbun, an sock antu the
fork on the inside ov my trowsis, jerked
nv heels frum onder me, an sot me
souar an bar sturnd ontu her rump, my
laigs nakid from my shuttail most tn my
knees, an my britchis in tn hundred short
rinkles frum thar tn my feet, an size
blinefolded in the seat ov em-rathe'
discumfortin to SOW of delicate feelins,
war mt hit. | rid her outen the mouth
of that ar alley intu the street es fas es
bird kin fly. l hern the hem ov my
bobtail shut snappin the wind way up
level with my yeres; jis then misfortnate
ly, a big red faced 'oman bout the size
og a stack ov oats, dressd in black silk,
wifi fan in wun han, an hat grown
umbreIler in luther, wer crossin the mouf
ov the alley ontu the serpin stones. |
know'd what wer comm now, so L
duckt down my he'd low onto the sows
withers, an shot up my eys fur manners
sake. She run her ole brtchis kiyered
snout ahine the 'omans foremos gaiter, an
afore the hinemos gaiter, an ondermind
ed her; hit were dark es midnite in the
devils later celer. in a moment, an staid
so jis long enuf fur the sow tn say boob
wool, goosh,' an we bustid iptu daylite
agin, way up the middle ov the street.
| looked back at big black pile ov sum-
thin in the gutter, with white stockin
stckin out es big roun es chun. l he'd
the young umbreller ontu my he'd. an
baf ov a red flanel peticoat across afore
me, like a sucks rider toats bis over coat
on his saddiI ov hot days. The oman
mus been sorter fustered. for she tole
her husban the steam fire ingine wifi fore
bosses in full blast he'd run over her, an
be like durnd fool bleved her, an tuck
a shot at the ingine wifi boss pistil the
mex day.
We tuck down toards' collidge street,
maxim things happen at every jump; yu
orter see the slick niggers in COLE hat
bans, atop ov sidney cartridges, tryin tn
rein thar fool bosses outer store doors,
an every burned boss vantid tn hide his
sef, an wer a dancin the Devils dream
in quick time. Down colledge we flu,
Boob, woof goosh,' every body dartin
hither an yam, an ov all the durnd latin
WI ever hern, cum from the that wer
outer our way.
Wun big fat felIer plenty fat tn kill,
standin in tavern porch, seq he, "Ha-
ha ha, say, shutaii, he's arter you, what'l
you take for yer spottid mar"
Lord geminy, how | wanted a bride
jis then. "GalIus up them britchis, or
you'll sun burn yer starn," sed wun.-
He wer a .pusson oy clost obseryashun,
he wer.
''Lenthen yer stirrups," squeeked a
smutty- faced boy. ''Hole hard, ginger
cakes, yer gwine down hill," shouted
Teller outen packin box. Hole b ard
Jus then we upset old feller, wifi
big pocket book under his arm, he wer
bank president. SEE he 'Shoot that
durnd fool, afore he kills sambody," like
as if l cud help hit. wurn't thar
purpus by durnd long site.
"Say, hog expires, what's happened in
Cincinnaty," sed sum wun.