The Dallas weekly herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1885, 1882-05-25
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This kAsh vii be- pade IN horn, N uthef pa.
luce ~ be koleoltd Vt M about ncS. camp
mCelin mr. thamfief hy eny wun What kdcheq
him fur the kafkns owe saflln wan SIT boy.
lnRood, dead nr alive, uf allln, nr salelypy
over III Tie pultcctD care Oye PafsOn John Bnl.
lli uf Ter we'll tied, ut squire MaCkIuukins ilir
the taisin owe the devil pussOnoly aud permits
kusly disCumfurlin the wlmon very powerful
an Skcofln owe folks genorly heap, an Dustin
NJ pfOnlsin, big warm moetln, an maxim
The wiGkld larf, an wus an wus, insultin Owe
the pnssun orful
Test JEHU WETHERo.
Slned by me,
JOHN BuLLEN, the passun..
found written copies OF the above highly
ineligible and vindictive proclamation,
stuck up ON every blacksmith shop, dog
gerry, and store door, in the Frog Mount lin
range. Its blood.thirsty spirit, its style,
and above ALL its chirography, intere1tet
me to the extent oftaking one down from q
tree for preservation.
In few days found SUIT in q good crowd
in front of Capehart's doggery, and as he
seemed to be about in good tune, l read 1t
to him.
"Yas, George,sthat ar dockymint am in
dead yearnist sartin. Them hard shells
over thar dus want me the wus kline, pow
erful bad. But, l spec. ait duhers wont
fetch me, nlther wud ait hundred, bekase
thar's nun owe 'em fas' enuf III Eeich me,
nither is thar hosGes by the livin lingo
Saw George, much talk bout this fuss up
whar yu're been ?" For the sake OF a joke
| said yes, a &. EFT deal.
"Jis' es | spected, durn 'em, all GIT drunk
an skeer thar fool SETS nj ontu deth, an
then lay hit ontu me, poor lnnefsent
youf an es SCUM believer es they Is.
Lite, lite. ole feller an let that roam owe
yourn blow it'll, an I'll 'splain thus
cussed misiortnit affair: hit hes rulrated my
karacter es Il plus pusson in the Sclety
roun' yere, an is spreadin faster nur mea-
zils. When ever yu hear eny on em
spreadin hit, gin hit the dam lie squar, VIII
va? / hant dun muffin tn one owe EN-
Hits true, did sorter Illustrate a few llz-
yards it'll, but they haint members, es L
knows on.
"You see, las year I went tn the big
meetln at Rattlesnake Springs, an wer Il
sitin in nice shady place coDvarsin VII
frien' owe mine, intu the huckil berry
thickit, j DUN muffin tn nobody an maxim
no fuss, when, the fust thing remembers,
! woke up frum trance what he'd been
knocked inter by four-year old hickory
stick hilt in the paw owe ole Passun Bullln,
durn his alligator hide; an he wer standin
a.striddil owe me, fOamin at the mouth,
a-rDUa pin his teeth-gesterin VIII the NICK,
uy cinh-an a-preachin tn me so you cud
.-nearn han Il mile, about sartin sins GIN.
eraly, an my wiokedness pussonely,, an
mensunin the name owe my lrlen' loud
enuf tn be hearn tn the meetin 'ous. MY
poor innersent trien' wer dun gone an
wer glad owe hit, fur tho't he ment tn Kill
me rite whar lay, an didn't want her tn
see me die"
Who was she, the friend you speak of
Sut2' SUIT opened his eyes wide.
"Hu the devil, an durnashun tole yu
hit wer she?"
Gu
II didn't, durn eft | did. Ole Bullin dun
hit; an I'll hev tn kill him yet; the cussed,
infernel ole tale-barer !''-
"Well, well, SUIT, who was, she?'
"Nun owe y-u-r-e DISMISS, durn yure
litti ankshus picter! sees yu lickin owe
yure lips. will tell you one thing, George;
that night, a neighbor gal got all'hred'
overhandid stroppiin frum her man, VII
stirrup leather, an ole Passun Bullln, ned
ct supper thar, an what's wus nur all, that
poor innersent, skeer'd gal he'd dun her
iivil bes cookin hit fur i'm. She begged
him, a trimblin, an a-cryln not tu tell on
her He ct her cookin, he promised her
he'd keep dark-an' then went strait an
tole her mann. Warnt that rale low down,
wolf mean? The durnd infunel, hiperkrlt
ikal, pot-bellied scaley-hided, whisky
wastin, stinkin ole groun'-hog.. He'd a
heap better stole snrn mans boss; ia
tho't more owe i'm. But | p id him plum
up fur hit, an means tn keep payln him,
ontil one ur luther owe our toes plhts up u
the roots owe the grass
"Well, yere's the way | lifted that note
owe ham. At the mex big meetin at Rattll-
snaik-as' week hit wer-l wer on han es
solemn es a ole hat kiyver on collection day.
| he'd my face draw'd out intu the shape
an perposhun owe taylwer's sleeve-board,
pint down. / he'd put on the convicted
sinner so pufeckly that an ole obsarVln she
pillar owe the church sed tn ole he pillar
es walked up tn my bench.
CLAW sakes' alive, eff thar amt that ortul
sinner, SUIT Lovingood, pearced plum thru;
hu's nexY
"Yu see. by golly, George, l he'd tn
promis the ole tub owe soap-greas tn cum
an hev myself convarted, jis III keep him
frum KILN me. An es | knowd hit
wudn't interfare wifi the relashun bore tn
the still housis roun' thar, / didn't keer a
durn. / lis wanted tn git nj ole BuHin,
onst onsuspected, an this wer the bes' war
tn du hit. / tux seat on the side, steps
owe the pulpit, an kiyyered es much owe
my straitch'd face es | could wifi my hans
tn prove ] wer in yearnis. Hit tuck power
ftll-for / hearn sorter thankful klnc owe
buzzin all over the congregashun. Oie
Buliin hissef looked down at me, over his
ole copper specks, an hit sed Jis' es PLAIN
es look cud say 1t: 'lu am thar, are you
u
tho't sorter diflrent frum that. i thot hit
wud been well fur yu, eff hadent a-cum,
but didn't say hit jis' then. Thar wer
monstrus crowd in that grove, fur the
weather wer fine, an b'levcrs wer plenty
roun' about Rattilsnaik Springs. Ole Bpl-
lin gin out, an they sung that hyme, yu
know:
THAR will be mournin, mournin yere, an
mournin thar
on that dredful day to cum" -,
Thinks l. ole boss, kin hit be POSSIBLE
enybody hes tole yu what's gwine tn hap,
pin; an then / tho't that robody knoW'd
Bit but me, and / wer cumiorted. lie mex
tuck hisself tex pow'fy mixed wifi brim-
stone, an trim'd wifi blue tiames, an then
he openid. He commenced ontu the sim
ners: he threaten'd 'em orful, tried TO skeer
'em wifi all the wust varmints he cud think
owe, an arter while he got outu the
idear owe Hell-sarpints, and he dwelt on It
sum. He tole 'em how the ole hell-sar
pints wud sarye EN- il they didn't repent; |
how cold they'd crawl over thar nakid |
bodys, an how like ontu pitch they'd stick |
IN 'em es they crawled; how they'd rap /
thar tails roun' thar naiks chokin clost, /
poke thar lungs up thar noses, an hiss intu /
thar years. This wer the way they wer tn |
sarve men folks. Then he turned ontu the
wimmen: tole 'em how they q qoile lnt9
thar buzzims, an how they wnd crawl
down onder thar frock-strings, no odds how
lite they tied 'em, an how sum owe the
oldesi an wus ones wud crawl up thar
laigs, an travil onder thar carriers, no odds
how tight they tied them, an when the two
armys owe Hell-sarpints met, tbe1-Ihat
AS remark fotch 'em. Owe all the scream
n. an hollerin. an loud cryin, ! ever
hearn, begun all at onst, all over the Role
grOuni lis es be hollered out that word
them He kep on a bellerin, but / got 80
busy IFS then, that didn't listen IA him
much. fur saw that my time fur acksbun
bed cum. Now W see, George, d
sotch seven ur eight big potbeliied ~
,ardt. an he'd iem In q it'll narrer bag,
what had made a-purprs. Ifar tails all
Il the bOttim. an 20 crowdid fur room that
hey eudent turn rOun'. 50 when be wer