Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1879-11-27
The Stnrp Teller.
SUITS DADDY ACTING HORSE.


"Hole that ar hoss down tu the yeath. y
"Hes a fxin fur the heavings." "He's 8
spreadin his tail feathers tu fly. Look out
Laigs, if you aint ready tu go upards.' u
"Wo Shavetail." "Git fddil he's tryin q
Jig" "Say, Long Laigs. raised power owe
con didn't yu2" "Taint con, hits redpep.
per-"
These and like expressions were addressed
to queer looking. long legged, short bodied,
small headed, white haired, hog eyed, funny
sort of genius, fresh from some bench legged
Jews clothing store, mounted on "Tarpoke," J."
q nick tailed, bow necked, long, poor, pale
sorrel horse, half dandy, half devil, and en-
veloped in perfect network of bride reins,
crupper, martingales, straps, circingles, and
red ferreting, who reined up in front Of Pat
Nash's grocery, among crowd of mountain
eers, full Of fun, foolery, and mean whisky.
This was Sut Lovingood.
II say, you durn'd ash cats, jis keep yer
shuts on, will ye? You reversed a rale hoss
till I rid up; you's p'raps stole ur owned shod
rabbits ur sheep, wifi borrerd saddils on, but
when you tuck the fus begrudgin look jis now
at this critter, name Tarpoke, yu wer ipjoyin
sight owe mex tu the bes hoss what ever
shelled nubbins ur toted jugs, an he's es ded
es still wum, poor old Tickytail
"Wo! wo! Tarpoke, yu cussed infurnel fd-
getty hide full owe hell fire, can't yu stan still
an listen while Use polishin yer karacter off
es mortul hoss tu these yere burned fools p
SUITS tongue or his spurs brought Tarpoke
into something like passable quietude while
he continued:
"Say yu, sum owe yu growin hogs make a
remark jis' now about redpepper. jis' wish
tu say in gineral way, that eny wurds cuplin
redpepper an Tarpoke tugether am durn'd in
furnal lies"
"What killed Tickeytail, Sut?" asked an
anxious inquirer after truth.
"Why muffin, you cussed fool; he jis' died
so, standin up ct that Warn't that rale cast
steel hoss pluck? Yu see, he froze stiff ; no,
not that adzactly, but starved fust, an froze
arterards, so stiff that when dad an me went
tn lay him out an we pushed him over, he
stuck out jis' so, (spreading his arms and legs)
like ontu carpenters bainch, and we he'd tu
wait nj ontu seventeen days fur i'm tn thaw
afore we cud skin i'm
"Skin i'm p interrupted rat.faced youth,
tu lay the hoss out"
"fhe hell yu did. Amt skinin the natral
way owe layin out hoss, Id like tn no? See
a yere, souey, yu tell yer nam tn hev yu sot
back jis' bout two years, fur ct the rate yu'se
a climbin you stan's powerful chance tn die
wifi yer shoes on, an git laid out hoss way, yu
dus."
The rat.faced youth shut up his knife and
subsidized.
"Well, thar we wer-dad, an me, (count.
ing on his fngers) an Sail, an Jake, (fool
Jake we calls I'm for SHORTY, an Jim, an
Phineass, an Callimy Jane, an Sharlottyann
an me, an Zodiack, an Cashus Clay, an
Noah Dan Webster, an the twin gals, (Castur
and Pollok, an me, an Catharin Second, an
Cleopatry Antony, an Jane Barnum Lind
an me, an Benton Bullion, an the baby
what haint named yet, an me, an nam her
sef, all lef in the woods alone wifout ara hoss
tn crap wifi.
"Yu'se counted yersef FIVE times, Mister
Lovingood," said tomato-nosed man in rag.
ged overcoat.
tYas, ole Still-tub, that's jist the perpor
shun bears in the famerly fur dam fool
leavin out dad in course. Yu jis let me
alone, an be thinkin of gittin more hoops
ontu yu. Yu's leakin no. see thar" Ha
ha from the crowd, and "Still. tub" went into
the doggery.
"Warn't that DEVILS own mess owe broth
fur 'spectabil white famerly tn be sloshr
about in be durned eff didn't feel sortel
like stealth hoss sumtimes, an speck I'd q
dun hit, but the stealth streak in the LOvin
goods, all run tn burned fool, an the onvartu:
streak all run tn laigs Jis look down thu
sides of this yere hoss, mos tu the groun.' d.
yu see en-?
"Wel, we waited, an wished, an rested
an plan'd, an wished, an waited agin, onti
mig III ontu strawberry time, hopin sum stra.
hoss might cum along; but dorg my cats, e
eny sich good luck ever comes wi6n reach ov'
whar dad is, he's so dod rated mean, an lazy
an ugly, an savidge, an durn fool tu kill.
"Well, one mite he lay awake till cock
CROWN a snortin, an rollin, an BLOWN, an
shuff1in, an scratchin hsself, an whisperil
at nam heap, an at breckfus' | found ou
what hit meant. Says he, 3Sut, III tell yo'
what we'll du: I'll be hoss mysef, an pull tn
plow whilst yu drives me, an then the 'Ol
Quilt Che ment that fur mam), an the brat
kin plant, an tend, ur jis let hit alone, e
they darn pleze; amt carein.'
$50 out we went to the pawpaw thicket, an
peeled rite smart chance owe bark, an man
and me made geers fur dad, while he sdt OF
the fence lookin at US, an studyin pow,r
full I arterards foun' out, he wer study,ll
how tu play the karacter owe hoss puffectly
"Well, the geers becum him mitily, an nut
fn would du i'm but he mus hev bridl, 81
1 gifts umereller brace-hls's lltll fGrke' orr
piece owe squar wire bout S foot l1pg , Ike IKE
yung pitch-fork, yu moan twisted MT sorte
intu bridil bit, snaHl shape. DAD wante'
hit made kurb, es he hedn't work'd fur goo'