Fayette County herald. [volume] (Washington [Washington Court House], Fayette County, O. [Ohio]) 1860-1???, 1871-11-30

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sheepskin afore hot fire, an he look
ed sorter like he'd been studyin n deep
plan tn cheat sumbody, an he'd miss d.
The dorg-that is what wer left owe
'inl-wer a layin bent over the top owe
saplin stump, an the luther aind owe
hisinards wer tangled up among the
mar hine laigs, an she wer stretched
out in runnin shape. not hurt bit,
only her naik were broke, an a~spin-
ninswheel spoke a stickin atween her
ribs foot ur so deep. Ole Ball face
wer ontu his side, now an then liftin
his bead an takin look at the sur
roundin deserIashen an sorrer. The
ole lime counter wer a-leanin up agin
a tree, sum bark still roun hit, the
door gon, the face smashed, but still
true tn what hit thort hits iuty, jst
bangin away cs reguler cs if hit were
at home; an l reckon his at hit yet.
Thay wer honey kaig hoops, heds, an
slaves, an spinnin- wheel spokes, per-
miskusly scattered all about, an cvey-
thing.
''Jis' then a feller what look't like
he mout be tract sower, ur map
agent rid up an tuck big look all
rouh. Ses he, Mister, did the litenin
hurt We? Ses l, 'Wus nur litenin; a
powder mill busted" The old omen
in the black jack holler'd at him jis'
then, savidge as n cat, Look luther
way, ye cussed imperdint houn! He
he'd tn turn his he'd to see whar the
wise cum frum; he jist took't one
squint, an said Great hevings!' an
lef' q fiyin, an he tolt at town what
he'd seed. The feller wer orful skeer' d
no wonder, he'd seen anuf til skeer a
saw-mill plum ofen the krik.
'rI now tuck the meal bag, put in the
remnant owe the dorg, an sich owe the
honey es l cud scoop up, an draw Il
hit over Stilyard's he'd, tied hit tite
roun his naik, in hopes hit mount help
fetch him tn sooner; split the black
jack, an lef in O lope. l hearn the
omen squall arter me, Never mind,
laigs. II pay yur She haint dun hit
yet.
81 tuck the road Stilyards, an the
mar, an his luther geer, he'd cum over
so fur, an passed o. cabin whar a ole
oman dress'd in pipe an stripid
aprun wer a standin on the ash hopper
! lookin up the rose like she wer
'spectin tn Sc sumthin soon. Sez she,
talkin' bout es fas' es fluttermill: Say
yu, mister, did yu meet enything on
kommon up thar?' shook my he'd.
"Well, seq she, jumpin ofen the hop
per an a shakin the ashes outen hel
coteail an settin her specks back,
Mister, I'se plum outdun. Thar's
sumthin pow'ful wick;d gwine on. A
crazy organ grinder cum a-pas' yerc
jis' small scrimpshun slower nu:
chain Iiten1n, on q hoss wifi no tail
His organ wer tied ontu his back, an
wer a-playin that good tchune, Sugar
in the Gouad,' ur 'Barbary Allin, ]
dunno which an his monkey wei
a-dancin Hail Columby all over the
road, an hits tail wer es long es my
clothes-line, an purfectly bar owe har
He he'd no hat on, an one owe his
boots flew off es he passed yere, an
lit on the smoke 'ouse. Thar hit is :
he Inuz'-been a pow'ful big man, fuI
hits like ontu indfgo-ceFeon
''AIl this wer sed wifout takin ont
brett.
Il tole her hit were the advance
| SdIO sONO q bI3 ShlhlS puLSiolIilLHa hlUS
cumin, ur the merlennium, an durn (
eff know'd which.
"She lowed hit cudent be the mer
lennium, fur hit warnt a playil
hyme tchunes; nur a sarkis either, fu
! the boss warn't spotted. But hit mou
be the Devil after tax collector, ur
missionary no his way tu China; hi
looked ugly enuf tu be one an foo
enuf to be luther. She wer pow'full.
exercised she sweat an snorted on
der HIT
''Now don't yu b'leve, es soon e
| Stilyards cum tn, an got outen th
l bag, he sot in an buried the mar s.
r es tn hide her, an then, at mex cort
5 indited ne fur stealth her, an durn'
a nj proved hit; now hant that th
r Davil ?''
What ever become of Stilyards
| Sut, anyhow
l II dono; eff he haint in Congress
he's gone tu-."