The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1890-07-19

charge ag'in me, an serious one, an
wen begun to try an git some fac'
outen ye bout them winds O. your'n "
drifted to subjects ez was furrin' to tht
question, an little unfort'nit."
J "Sech bein' the case. Major" said the
Squire, "Tll take back the charge an
asst ye to perceed with yer Examination
O. me ez to wuther them winds O. mine
ez We call em, was ekal to sartin thing.
or wuther they want Replvin' to yel
two fust questions now, I'll say th'
none O. them winds O. mine evel
dreamt O. changin' mans shirt 'thout
him KNOWN of it. and ez fer gittin' uI
bar fight 'mongst the clouds, they
wouldn't ha' had no more idee O. doin
of it thin they would ha' had O. takin
up election fer the heathens in AT
ferky."
"That's wat thort, b'goshr' said the
Old Settler. "An' now, then, Squire, was
any O. them winds o. your'n high an
curious enough in their natur to hev a
man arrested charged with cattle steal.
imp"
"Never, sir!" replied the Squire, with
the solemnity of a witness in court.
Good" calculated the Old Settler.
"Now, sir! Did any o. them winds o
your'n, ever show their height an their
cur'ousness to be setch az to change the
veenoo of a case in court an save an in
nercent man from persecution?'
"Never!' answered the Squire.
'Then, Squire" said the Old Settler,
9TH has been winds and harrycancs
a durn sight higher and cur'ouser tn n
them O yourn, an I'll prove it to ye by
the case of an ANCESTOR o mine who lived
in the Sugar Swamp deestric' at an 'arly
day 'Cordin to the dockyments his name
were Hiram Wuncut. | wun't say tnat
the winds they had in the Sugar Swamp
deestric' in them days was higher an
cur'ouser thin any th't had ever ben
heard on afore, cause it mout be a
charge ag'n somebody, but the family
dockyments says they was, an also
says th't they was uncommon suddent
an contrary in their dispositions.
'If ever TIL were victim o. sarcum-
stances, the dockyments says his name
were Hiram Wuncut. Hiram were a
poor man, but he were ambitious. He
had clearin' tht were continually bein'
squatted on by bar th't didn't make
no bones O. wall1in' off with a sheep or a
pig or calf, right afore Hiram Wun-
cuts eyes, an it was the ambition O.
Hiram to lay that bar low. But the
bar were too cunnin' chap fer Hiram,
an he continnered to gether in the liv-
| in projuce o. Hiram's farm an keep
Hiram poor. The bar didn't seem to
bother nobody else's sheep nor calves
but Hiram's, an SO, vile his neighbor
| Philander Boles KID raise wool enough
to make him nice flannen shirts an his
calves crowd up inter COWS an oxen,
Hiram had to keep on wearin' ruther
used up OF cotton shirts th't had kim
with him wen he landed in Sugar
Swamp, an his calves couldn't stay
with him long enough to git to be cows
nor oxen.
Them winds O. the Sugar Swamp
deestric, so these family dockyments
says, usety come up so suddent th't one
minute yer corn in the garden wouldn't
be shook by ez much ez zephyr, an
the next minute yer house ID be sot
down in the nex' township by streak
O. wind. Folks in housen th't was bein'
scooted through the air in one direction
d meet housen from neighborin' dees-
tries passin' along in t'other direction,
them winds run in setch contrary
streaks. Hiram Wuncut alluz said th't
nuthin' th't none O. them winds mowt
do would ever s'prise him not one ioty.
'One afternoon Philander Boles' wife
hung out her wash, an lef it out over
night 'Mongst the wash were one O.
Philander's flannen shirts Mex morn
in wen she went out to take in the
wash the fiannen shirt were gone, an
in its place OH the line were a curious
lookin' cotton shirt. That were as
toundin', but wen Philander found th't
his yoke o. steers were gone, long with
his wagon, tn were time on that
clearin', an no mistake.
"One o. them tarnal winds must ha'
ben playin' hob ag'in. las night, said
Philander "but never know'd one OF
'em TO take q shirt often line and pin
another un in its place afore, an hitch
yoke o. steers to wagon an drive
'em away
"Philander walked over to Hiram
Wuncut's, witch were miled away, an
he didn't find Hiram to hum. Somehow
|
deestrict, an long in the afternoon he
foun' Hiram way over beyent Lost Crow
Barren, goin' west, in a dazed sort o.
way, an drivin' pair O. steers. Phi
lander were a cross an overbearin' sort
O. chap, an he grabbed Hiram by the
neck an hollers:
"'Whar ye goin' with my yoke o.
steers? An wat aye doin' with my
flannen shirt on?
"Hiram looked kind o. crazy at fst,
an then he rec'onized Philander, an
kim to hisself
"'Jeewhizzp he says. If it don't beat
allr
"'Sh'd say SOL says Philander.
"It's all kim back to me nowp says
Hiram. Fore daylight this mornin'
see that pesky OIL bar takin' my las
sheep. 1 tore fer your place to hev ye
come an help me run him down. Jis
ez got to your cabin one O. the winds
grabbed me. 1t husseled me around In