Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1882-04-27
pARSON JOHN BULLEN'S LIZ
Yards.
BY SUIT LoyrNoooD.
AIT (S) DULLARS REWARD.
'TEEsHUN BELIEVER AND KoNsTABLER!
KETcH I'M! KETcu 'IMl

This kash will be pade in korn, ur uthcr
produce, tu be kolccted at ur about mex
camp mcetin, ur tharnrter, by eny wun whot
hetches bim, fur the karkus ovo sartin
wun Sut Lovingood, dead ur alive, ur al
lug, an safely civ ovor tu The pur,eotin
care owe Parson john Bulius, ur lef well
tied st sqniro Mnckjnnkin., fur the rsisin
owe the devil pussoucly, an permiskusly
disoumfurtiu the wimen very powerful, an
skeerin owe folks geuery hemp, au Dustin
up promisin, big warm mcctin, an .
maxim tho wicked arf, an wus, au' wus,
iasultin owe the passun orful
Test, JEHU WETmERo.
Sined by me,
JOHN BULLEN, tho passun
found written copies of the above
highly inteIigibIe and vndic,ive procIa--
mutton stuck up on every BLACKSMITH shop,
doggerY and store door. in the Frog Moun-
tain Range. It's bood thirsty spirit, its
style, aud above oil, its chirography inter.
ested me to the extent of tuking one from
tree for preservation.
In few days found Sut in good
crowd in front Of Capeharts doggery unl
as he seemed to be about in good tune,
read it to him.
Yas, George, that at dockymiut an in
dead ycarnest sartin. Thcm hard shells
over thar dus want me the wus kline, pow
erful bad But, spcct ait dulcrs won't
fetch me, nither would uit hundred bclase
thar's run owe 'em fas' euuf tn kctch me,
nither is thar hosses by the liviu iippo
Say, George, much talk bout this fuss up
whar yu're beeu?" For the s.ko of a ioke
said yes, great deal.
"Jis' cs | 'spccled, duru '1m, all vit
drunk, nm skecr thar fool SETS nigh outu
deth; an then lay hit ontn me, a poor in
nersent youf, an cs SCUM believer cs they
is. Lite, lite, ole feIlcr an let that roam
owe yourn blow litcl, and III 'splain this
oussed mifornit affur; hit ruinutcd NY kar-
acter es Plus pusson 10 the s'cicty rouu
ycre, an is aspreadin faster uur mcazils.
When ever you hear cny on 'cm sprcndlu
hit, gin bit the dam lie squar will yu? |
hant dun muffin tun one ovc 'cm. Hits
true, did sorter frustratc few lizards a
littil, but they haiut mem bcrs, es knows
on.
"You see, las year went tu the big
mectin at the Ra,t'esnakc Springs an wcr
sittin in nice shady place copvarsin wifi
frien' owe mino, intu the huckil berry
thickit, jis duin nuflin tn nobody an maxim
no fuss, when, the fust thing remembers,
woke up frum franco what he'd been
krocked inter BY 4 fonr ycrr old hickory
stick, hlt in tho paw of old pussun Bullin.
durn his alligator hide; an he we're a
standin striddil owe me- foanin at tho
mouf, chompin his tecth-gestcrin vii
the hickory olub-an' preachin tn me SO
yoacud hearn him mile, about sar,in
s'n .Gincraly, an my wickedncss pussonely,
an menshuin the name Owe my frcn' loud
enuf tn u hearn tn the meetin ous. NV
poor innerscnt frien' wer dun gone an
wero glad owe hit, fur I tho't he meut tn
kill mo rite whar lay, an l didu't want
her tu see me die"
"Who was she, the friend you speak of
Sut2' Sut opened his eyes wide.
''Iu the devil, an duruoshuu tole Won
that'hit wer she"
"Why, you did, Sut"-
vi didn't, dnrn Of did. Ole Bullin
dun nit, an III hcv tu kill him yot, the
cusscd, infernel ole tale borer!"
"Well, we'll, Sut, who was shc?"
"Nun ove y.u.r bsi 8 e-s 8, durn yura
li'til ankshus pioter! | sees yu a lilir ovn
ynre lips. | will tell yu one thing, George,
that night, neighbor gal got all lirnd
stroppin frum her nam, wifi sirrup lcathr
ans ole Passun Bullin had ct supper ,har,
an' what's wus nur oil, that poor inncrscot
skeercd gal he'd dun her Icyl best cookin
hit fur i'm. She begged him, trimaliu,
an a cryin not tn tell on hor. He ct her
cookin, he promised her he'd keep dark
an then went strait and toe her man
Warnt that ralo low down, wolf mean?
The burned infunel, hipcrkrtikal, pot
bellied, scalcy hidcd, wh,skey wastiu, stink
In ole grouo' hog. He'd heap better II
stole sum mans boss; I'd tho't more owe
i'm. But paid him plum up fur hit, an
l moans tu keep payiu him, onti one ur
tushcr ovo our toes pin:s up tu the roots
Owe The grass.
swell, yere's tho way lifted that note
owe ham At tho next big mcetin u,
Rattil spaik.-las' week hit wer-I wcr on
ham es solemn cs a ole hat kiyvor on col.
lection day. [ he'd my face drawed ou,
intu the shape an perporshion owe tayl-
wers sleeve board, pint down. | he'd PM
on tho convicted sinner so pufeckIy that an
olo obsarvn sho pillar Of the church sac
tu ole he pillar, os walked up tu my
banch:
"'Law sakes alivo Of that thar amt tha
orful sinner, Sut I.oviugood, pcarced plum
thru; hus next?
"You see, by golly, George, I he'd t,
promis tho olc tub ovo soap gres tn cum aut
hev myself convarted, jis' tu keep hiu
frum KILN mo. An es l know'd hi
wudn't interfere wifi tho relashun bore t,
tho still housis roun thar, didut kccr