Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1893-03-23
bladed nife. a slab owe terbacker,

OVeE tnaI al iueeVin Sioo"o,
the upper ind of them big flax
britches. Wnn owe the smartest owe
nv blue lizards lit he'd fust inter the
busopl owe fat 'oman, as big as a
skin'd boss, an nigh OF to as ugly,
who sot thirty yards off a fannin'
hersef with lucky tail, an smart tn
the last, hit commenced runnin' down.
So she wur bound to faint, an did it
fust-rate-jist flung her tucky tail up
inethe air, rolled down the hill, tan
gled her legs an garters in the top
owe huckilbery bush, an wur thar
all safe, fair an quiet when | left.
"Now old Bullin had nuthin' left on
him but a par owe heavy low-quar-
tered shoes, short woolin socks, an
eel skin garters tu keep off the cramp,
an his skare wur CROWN on him
fast. He wur plum crazy, fur be jlst
spit in his hands an leapcd over the
front owe the pulpit rite inter the
middle owe thespius part owe the kon-
gregation, kerdif'! an sot in tn gettin'
away. He run, or rather went in
lumberin' gallop, heavy, like an ole
waggin hoss skared at locomotive.
When he jumped bench he shook
the yeath an his sef tu. The bon
nets an fans cleared the way, an he
he'd purfectly far track ts de woods.
He weighed nigh onto three hundred,
he'd black stripe down his back like
onto an old bridil rein, an his belly
looked about the size and cutler owe
a big beef paunch, an hit a shakin'
from side to side. He leaned back
frum it like little feller totin' owe
big drum at muster, an | hearn it
slosh plum tn wher j wur. Thar
wur cramp nots on his legs as big as
warnuts, an all over he minded me
of crazy ole elephant what wer pos
sessed by the devil, with hits years,
snout an tushes sawed off, an rared
up an gwinc on hits hind legs away
frum emediate trubble an tribula-
ticn. He did the loudest an scariest
an fussiest runnin' ! ever seed since
Dad raced with the hornets, tn be no
faster then it wur. Well, he disap-
peared in the thicket, an owe all the
nises We ever hearn it wer thar n a
cirkle owe two hundred feet or there
abouts-sum wimen screamln'-they
wus the skery wuns; sum larfn-
they wus the wicked wuns; sum
cryin'-they wus the fool wuns, (sor-
ter of the Lovengood stripe); sum
tryin' tn git away ur hide thar faces
they wus the modest wuns; sum
lookin' arter ole Bullin-they wus
the curious wuns; sum on thar knees
with thar eyes shot, but thar faces
turned the way old mudtukil was
runnin'-they wus the deceitful wuns;
sum duin' nuthin'-they wus the
waitin' wuns, an the most danjerous
owe all owe 'em by adurned long site.
81 tuck big skeer mysef, arter a
Bibil abou. as big as a brick, a dis
sip-line, an a book called a kataplasm,
few rocks an sich like fruit spat-
tered onto the pulpit nj onto my
he'd; an as the Loven. 'oods-durn
'em know nuthin' but tu run when
they git skared, jist put out towards
the swamp on the krick. AS ! started
black bottil owe baldface smashed
agin tree forninst me. Sum burned
fool perfesSor dun this, who bed more
zeal than sence; fur say that a,ay
man who'd vast q'tart owe good
whiskey fur the chance Owe knockin'
poor devil like me down with 1t,
ii the bottil rus wuthin', isn't as
smart as ole Squire Macmullin, an
lie shot his sef with & hoe handil, an
hit warn't loaded at that. Well,
you know, George, orter run
fast-jist look at these legs; | used
'em sum atween that meetin' ground
an the swamp, an they hain't kotch
me yet.
cole Barebelly Bullin, as they call
him, since his tribulaticn with the
Eells Sarpints, hain't preched but
wunst, an then he hedn't an oman
tn hear i'm. His tex was, Nak~d |
cum inter this wurld an I'm gwine
outen it the sane way ef Pm spared
till then I'm told twar powerful
sarmint-it wus hearn three miles.
He proved that nakidness warn't
much arter all, ef you take the rite
view owe the thing; that hell sarplnts
owe all sizes wus skeery, cold an
trubilsum; that it warp't tn be
expected owe lam, poor, weak,
frail wum of the dust, to be sarpint ur
| lizard proof either; that wun small
sarpint owe the tribe Owe Milknldick
ruinated a wurld through-a 'oman,
while he wur beset with barrel full
owe 'em. An sixteenthly an finally
that Sutty Lovengood is the biggest
raskil, foe. an skareerow ever hatched
in the Frog Mountain range.
aNow, George, that all may be SO,
but l want you tu tell the ole grown
hog this fur me Eff he'll let me alone
| Pll let him alone, an eff he don't, II
l don't lizard him agin l wish ! may
be turned inter poultice! Let's go
! tn the spring an mix little owe hit
with this yere whiskey (shaking ms
fask) afore you start. Mind, tell
ole Barebelly what l sed about
Esslther big skeer, with-say peck,
ur peck an half owe Lizards. Try
an skeer 'sna aef you kin. Goodbye"
:: A Cure for Hog Disease.
;, Joel Smith, a farmer who lives