Knoxville Whig and chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1875-1882, 1875-09-08
Experience in Farming.
c Editors Of the Chronicle:

To the Editors Of the Chronicle:
Wal, youenses sees as how it wash /!
was fetched up on ter the farm. /
alers had ter pillow dads old yaller boss
yer list Orter seed i'm he list creep'd
along 20 slow as yer had ter take site
ter see which way he were gwiue I!
OCe brite-eyed mornin jIst arter rain
you nose as how the steam biles up
jist aTter a rain when the sun shius
out-twill put most eny pursom out of
inner ter pillow in noo-ground iist arter
rain. The old hoss-it jist makes my
skin brile every time. | thinks about
im-I's plowin in moo ground.
Thinks |, l'll make old Schubanks 90
little faster he's creepin long, thinks
/, I'll raise you "A bean! and | fetched
i'm a kind Of a swayo, and the jewhil-
1egans! | never, in my born days, seed
critter GIT up and sift SO. The old
pillow jist made the yearth bile mp
And tell We, l billed And altogetu-
er, about the same time, the drOted Old
pillow tuck a scootin notion and ruuneu
catter-whOmpus under root and
kerhaunch! the old handle tucked
me under ter the shortribs! Oh!
ouch Schubanks you old
you old! git out er here
And the good gracious He went it
like dog n fitin bOumblebeeHa ami
all at wunce, about the same time pop!
goes another TOUT aud kerwhacE 10
tucked we cross the bear shins. tell
We as Shake'a-spear says,
&" That ar wos the most unkindest cut Of all
And it raley made me bart :"
l never had no,hin ter eX-rasperute
me SO sense Heck were a purp!-I new
er had no dee the old whelp had that
mulch life in him Yer jist orter
seed him / was a sorter rubin my
shins and watchin him "a gwine il,
and maxim the big corn pop when ali
at wunce, about the same time, Kerap
Kerap =" wh-o-o-p-e. what up on
the face of the yerth!' hollerd /. Ill
was dad! Pm show you how tn beet
bosses ~ sed he. You muly headed !
headed-walk ~ l tell We, that ar WIS
more ex-rasperating than the luther
] thought he had left the" eXn out. !
Go an git the oXens-get the muly
one an the one what's got no horns an
hall in the oats" L never did like OK
ens-specialy in warm weather, they
has SIGH tarnal hankeriu arter the
shade! but l didn't object tn that
sometimes, hOwsumever, but you sees |
as hows itis-when you git EN- started !
you dunno when they'll stop, nor
where they is gwine, aud where they
is stopped, you cant never tell where
you is gwine to git 'em started agin,
Howsumever, anyhow | goes aud gifts /
them thar OXesens-you sees ! wus as |
mad as blazes! Fellers! it will put |
most eny on We outen umer ter have |
yer short ribs punched, yer back ras
Perrdted-yes and yer shins too! Talk !
about the paclence of Jobs turkey! |
don't want ter talk about it! But, !
howsumever, anyhow, | goes and gifts
old Muly-he's a mighty phool-I'd
say rite here that the one that dident
have no horns turned out or up,
dunno which-he turned to be a bigger
Phool than the luther. You sees as
when | wus a haulin oats | wus up on
ter the hill side and had ter 60 down a
considerably recline. Jiat as we got on
a big load, an got on ourselfs up ter
ride, sed, Jake, wont we have q
scalin' Tide!n | seed a CRATE big hoss-
fly commence peggin away on the
bOny part of the one that dident have
no horns back bone. | seed him a
bowling his back and a twisting his
tale. / pade no 'tentiOn, but the fust
thing ] dident no them phOOl oXesens
was agoing it headlong or longhead, /
dident no which, down that ar steep
recline! You orter seed them oats a
scatterin | tried ter leap off, but l
coudent git up long enuff ter leap.
They sifted me out on ter the old rack,
and then pulled me out on ter pile
of old rails. | tell yer, WIS raspera-
ted that time!