Daily globe., 1883-05-13
SPINNING Il YARN.

TOung SlGppensufes's adventure 'sih
Beer and Carly Be1s's Daughter.
"I don't suppose there's any one here
who would ever think of doubling the
word of old Squire Overfed, is there?"
inquired the Sheriff.
"Who?" promptly responded the old
settler, Strengthening up in his chair.
It was plain that he had suspicion in
his mind, but did not care to act upon
it without further information.
well, said the Sheriff, "the last time
I saw the Squire he told me very re-
markable story, and"
"That's it," shouted the old settler.
''Thar you be! I know'd it, boys; b
gosh, know'd it! He's goanter spring
q lie agin us ez II make Annynias and
Sapiry turn over, an he wants to lay it
to poor ole Squire Overfed-poor ole
Squire Overfed, ez is ben playen' on
harp fur twenty year, an never tole a
. lie in his life. Gosht'lmighty! 1t makes
me wish I'd ben born a-well, born
Temperance lect'rer, boys, and was here
a sayin', Tech not, taste not, handle
not stead O gittin' up, as I'm goanter,
an sayin', Yes, b. gosh, boys, I'll iine
yep"
"But this story is RIPPER" said the
Sheriff, after they had all sat down
again, sand if anybody else had told it
but the old Squire I'd have been lit
tie shaky of it. AS near as 1 can re-
member it, there was family named
Mushback lived over back of Ball Hill
-
"Look yer, Shurf," interrupted the
old settler, "this amt the time q year
fur me to go rain no muss with no.
body, Christmas comm on SO clus, an
everybody feelin' good. Me an you's
lived neighbors a good while, an my
ole woman an your'n S borried so many
things O one another off an on an to an
fro that mine can't tell whuther it's yourn
ez owes her pair o fatirons OF whuth-
Ell it's her ez owes your'n cup O. ginger,
the heft O evidence bein', howsumever,
that the fatirons is due. But that
amt neither yer nor thar. I don't wan
ter raise no muss but 1 ken tell YOU,
right yer, b'gosh, an Tn a layin' it out
to you with straight edge, that they
amt no durn man ez trapeses this coun-
ty, Shrf nur no Shuf, neighbor nur no
neighbor, ez kin git up when Tn on the
taps an throw up to me what any O the
Mushbacks done. I WANT We to m'erstan'.
b'gosh, that had an aunt ez married a
MuShback, an I won't have no one q
lym' about 'em. What a ye want a
come yer fur, anyway, an rake up them
ole MisEbaGk scrapes ez was furgot
forty years ago? They was good
many things laid to 'em ez they never
done, anyhow, an I'll bate it's jest one
o them you've got holt on; likely ez
not that consarned lie bout Uncle Harp
Mushback bein' ketched one night q
leadin' a hoss ez didn't b'long to him,
which the hoss were loaded with pas
sci O mutton that had ben in Solly
Clutes' spring-house when Solly went
to bed that night. But I give ye warnin'
Shmf, don't ye say nothin' agin the
Mushbacks, or I'll make things howl
round yer tonight, an the loudest
thing'll be you, b'gosh tlmightyw
"But, Major," said the Sheriff, @this
amt any story about the Mushbacks. I
don't know anything about the Mush,
backs. It's about a man that bought g
house of family by that name.
"Don't care!" said the old settler
"The Mushbacks is mixed up in it, an
it'll be lie, anyhow, if you tell it, an
won't have it,"
See here, Sheriff." said the COUNTY
Clerk, you better put that story off
I've heard you tell it twice, anyway
ard the last time you told it you got i
quite little different from the frs
time. Take week and think it up
and I'll tell story tonight myself"
Thar" exclaimed the Old settler
beaming with satisfaction, "now vel
GIT suthin' ez II wash. We'm sure G
straight goods now, boys, an we won
have to go hum tonight a feelin' tha
all men is liars. Go on, ole man
Prewarication is the thief O time"
And the old settler lay back in hi
chair with closed eyes and smile o.