The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1879-05-21

e and drawing in the tongue. and
: upon three legs. Lubin makes th'
: schedule.
Z 1 have slain a dog. Let nae res
my fevered brow upon my toil-wOrr
hands and recall the past. Should
a tear steal down my furrowed
cheek, gentle reader, smile not. The
: fountains of grief have long beer
a dried. Ever since rosy checked
boy, 1 received a thrashing for lying
We had no cherry trees in our back
. yard. My father used q shot-bag
upon such anniversaries, enclosing
I a one.fourth pound OF "blue.ruin"
to make the persuader whiz-and it
whizzed every time. My father was
a truthful man. He did not say :
+ ''Erring urchin, l suffer more than
thou, but tbs for thy good" With
the staccsto of the shot-bag ran the
refrain: "You thundering little
whelp, what makes you lie so?''
This dog was full-blooded shep.
herd. q His master was poor
man. He had no focks. This dog
and a flint-lock rife was his all. The
dog adored slop. His master had
none, while at my country seat 1t
abounded. With vaccine aid it
made milk for my cherubie babes.
I had twins-that is, [ didn't have
them, but l had gone security. Dur
ing the mid watches Trusty would
appear. Occasionally would the
sIop bucket jam on his head, and
then he would encircIe the house
right merrily with piercing cries.
Stony hearted man, / would but lay
back and laugh. One ''noche triste'
l went for that poor mans friend.
Full of slop and unprepared, I watt
ed him. Woe is mel Better had I |
coined my hearts blood to purchase
more slop, than fred the fatal shot, |
or shots--for it took three to watt |
him. One down the throat, one in !
the side, as he turned. and third |
oh fatal shot--in the boudoir, as he
ran. The one in the 'sb'' fetched |
him. A post mortem disclosed the
three balls jammed in the form of a
shamrock. The dog fell, and l fell, |
shouting, ''sic semper tyrannis.''
For as he ran, ran and when I |
dotted his 81" he crossed my 't.''
We buried him like Sir john Moore,
and under and apple tree. You may |
know it by it's bark. But my tale |
must wag, on, --
His master sued me. / had slain /
his half.bfother-on the mas side.
The squire, who is especially happy |
in the problem of costs, decided |
against me. cashyreared. The
jury were largely 'sorrel tops" Put
not thy faith in red-headed priu.
cess. The witnesses, glorious crowd,
to use the language Of a pioqs der
wish, "swore pretty much what they
damned pleased" But I hung the
jury. Some of them Oug at to have
been hung-well hung. A tertiary,
and before Judge Rose, solus. By
consent of counsel, no red-headed
men allowed to participate, The
judge put on his gown and his bot
tle.eye. Turning to my man he
said, my French friend, this thing
is too thin-pax vobiscum." Then
looking at me, he remarked, 'prond
oppressor, you're damned lacky-
good-hyep' q
Twas many moons ere again I
traversed the streets of Tazewell,
and Thomas, surnamed Stone, called
me to his side. ''That dog suit
S67 SOP" Nay, Thomas" quoth I.
.let as reason awhile together-say
halves and in Mexican dollars,''
Cant seq it" But Thomas, the
bible, speaking of Staying lot of
would it be convenient
-?" "But the squire has taxed
you with beth sets, dqrnit." We'll, |
can't we throw him in-he
would bleed well?" 'Pay or not
in the deepest dungeon I rent
my garments ard cried out, WHO
repealed the dog law5may jackasses
sit on his fathers grave.7
Life is to me a burden. ! now
give slop to the poor. The dogs
sport ih thousands around my man
sion, but at the midnight hour, Trus.
" comes to my bedside aud points
to his bleeding wound--especially
the extra one, In the "senior
warden" And then my heart is as
watsr-sulphur. BRIG -A-BRAC. I
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