The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1879-01-23

WHrTEvnLE, TENN- jan 18th, 1879.

Mr.. Edisos:
Dear Sir The reason write to you in
particular, is because you are about the
only man know in all Goods arctic ieOun-
try" that is doing anything. For some sew
eral weeks have been wanting to say some
thug, bat It has been so cold that could
do nothing but think. / suppose there Is nc
law against man thinking, but thinking
don't help me. 1t don't raise mp my ther
mOneter, l nlRst explode myself generally
80 as to feel better. You zee Pm trying &C
harmonic. I'm trying to soften up my
feelings. Pm endeavoring to raise myself
TO the level of surrounding circumstances
but / can't do it until I'm allowed to say
something or do something. want t.
quarrel with somebody and then make
friends. I'm no giant-kilier; I'm no Nor
wegian bear, but HI be horn-swaggled If
cant whip 'Mucilage" If could just get tO
him. If he will meet me On halfway ground
such another slipping up and falling down
with backs muddied, was never heard Of
He's got nothing to do but peck at me, and
squib at me, and crow over me just to hear
me growl. / tried every way could think
Of to get to him. tried to walk, but slip
ped up every time. 1 tried to ride, but the
tarnal beast slipped up too. 1 made me q
slide, but I golly, couldn't keep the darn
thing in the road. So now ysu see, Mr..
Editor, that's what's disharmOnizing, and do
YOu tell him il he don't stop it al once, OF
apologize, I'm unanimously and jointly and
seVerally resolved to-to-tO-think very
hard OF tiff not ha1deF. That's the way
to talk il. Pm not going 20 commit my
self, know when TO put on the breaks. Pm
not going to say all think either, like he
does; "Nary" time, No sir. But III just
tell you. Mr.. Editor, and you may tell it to
him. If Tcant 60 to his face and express
my sentiments, can take it out in hating
and hating runs mighty heavy in my family
shure. hated . man 50 bad once tina: all
the hair came of my head, and the man
drowned himself in hog walIow that night
could do it again, but yOu see am trying
70 harmonic, to become calm and serene.
Well, maybe have said enough, but
don't feel easy yet. would like to know
where ali of the old contributors to the Bull
letin have gomez Such as Anxious, Max
O'Riley, Country Gentleman, Qaid Nunc and
others. Il seems to me that they, like your
''Uncle Fuller" have all froEe up. would
like to hear from them occasionally, as
cant get about to see for myself Mr.. Editor
l wish you would just tell them the FIRST
convenient opportunity you can catch and
hold by the tail, that got my feet frost bit
during this beautiful spell of weather, and
think an antidote from them composed of
Anxious "long sweetening," Max ORiley's
poetry, Quid Eunc's compound cathartic,
dashed with little of Ms, back room,
all stirred up with Country Gentlemen's
plOwhandl0A, would be quite relief to me.
also wish you would tell Guild Nunc that
have looked for the word "OPtionary" in
every unabridged and Overabridge and all
the other bridges 1 could fad or think Of,
and golly couldn't find it. think the
young lady has got the young gent corned
up about the word, for I don't think there
or any other language.
Now Mr.. Editor, I'm going to close and
bid you goodbye. But right here, want
to make suggestion abOnt sleigh-riding, for
the benefit Of you and your boys. "Be very
careful how you Slide" persuaded myself
to-day, after having looked at others slide,
to go home and get up my old slide. Igot
me an old chunk of a nag and hitched him
to the thing, he moved of as fine as any nag
you ever saw till he got mile away from
home. Hang the deceiving beast, he got q
little excited and gemany-Eivers, bow he did
run! But with one continued wo-wo-To
and pull of the lines persuaded the crazy
thing to stop. Every time he'd look back
he'd start, and then I'd stop him, and when
he'd start again he'd give such Jerk that
my contents were in danger. My holt broke
on one occasion, a going down hill full of
gullies- rolled some twenty feet to the
edge of the woods, and caught up against
an old stump, covered with briars, and
Whoopee, how the ding things did sting me
/ looked after my old nag, and he was just
making it in go down the road. tell
you, Mr.. Editor, that this sliding business
is the awfullest travelling haveever had.
1t beats the frogs in the Hatchie Bend.
But thank God I'm back home again.
Home agaiR-bOnle again-frOm an icy
town,
The boys may come, aud the girls toO-but
I'll not slide any more.
I'm going to stay here aine die. I'm
against all sleete and snow. I'm opposed to
all sleigh-rIdea, rumPusses and riots. /
don't care nigh a. much about Aleigh-riding
as used to. If one could always see the
end of = thing in advance, and the end was
ali right, wouldn't mind big sleigh-ride
no time. But then you know, Mr.. Editor,
a mans foresight Is not as his hind sights.
If they were, never would have gone a
aiding, aud wouldn't have lost my horse
and slide. never have seem them since
blame d if l know whether they have ever
stopped or not. So now Mr.. Editor, don't
you trouble yourself much about the mat
ter, and maybe it will be ali the same to me
after awhile.
So goodbye to you and all your folks.
HIGHA- WATHA.