Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1893-03-23
SUIT lo7ESGooD's LIZARDS.
Nashville Union and Americana
SS--eit Duler Reward.

mex kampmetin by enc wun wha'
ketchis him, for the cacus owe wur
Sutty Lovengood ded ur alive ansafely
gin over tu the car owe passon John
Bullin at Squire mack JunkiilS for a
rasin owe the DEVIL, permiscuously,
discumfurtin the wimen powerful an
skarin of folks gineraly at the ratll
snaix springs. signed by me John
Bullin the Passon. attested tu by
rJehu Wethorne.
I found written copies Of the above
highly ineligible and vindictive
proclamation stuck up on every
blacksmith shop and store door in
the Frog Mountain range. Its blood
thirsty, vindictive spirit, its style,
and, above all, its chirography, inter
ested me to the extent of stealing
one from tree for preservation.
In few days found Sut in a
crowd in front of Capehart's small
doggery, and, as he proved to be
about in 'stune," read it to him.
Eyes, George, tha. ar dockymint am
in vearnest, sartin. They duz want
me powerful bad, but I spect cit dull
lers won't fetch me. Pll go mysef
fur fifty, planked down, eff you'll go
long an see me hev jestice. Lite,
little ole feller, an let that roam owe
yourn blow a little, an I'll splain this
cussed afar what hes ruined my kar-
acter as a Plus pusson in the sclety
about here. You see, | went tn last
years big meetin' at Ratail Snaix
Springs, and wer sittin' in nice
shady place conversin' with frien'
in the huckil berry thicket, when the
fust thing l know'd woke from a
trance, what I'd been knocked inter
by a four-year-old hickory stick ii
the han of ole Passon Bullin-durn
his alligator-lookin' hide!-an' he
wur standin' straddle owe me, a
foamin' at the mouth an preachin'
tn me about sartin sins an my wick
edness ginerally. My poor friend
wur gone, an ! was glad owe it, fur
| thot he ment tn kill me with his
club eff he failed tn preach me tu
death, an l didn't want her tu see
me die.
"Who was the friend you speak
of, Sut,' -
"Nun owe your bisnes, durn your
little ankshus picter! But III tell
you one thing, George, that mite a
neibor gall got an orful confounded
stroppin' from her nam with the
stirrup leather owe a saddil, an ole
Passon Bullin had ct supper thar
that mite; an what's wus nur all,
she cooked it fur him an begged him
a tremblin' and cryin' not tn tell on
her; the burned infurnel, hiperkriti-
kal, pot-bellied, whiskeywastin' ole
ground-hog. But paid i'm fur it
all; eff | hain't / will. mean =;
keep prayin' owe him all the t!ne.
Well, at mex big meetin' at Rattil
Snaix l wur on him, as solemn as a
hat-kerrier at collection time, fur |
had promised the ole hog tu cum an
be convarted jist tn keep him from
killio' me- l tuck seat on the steps
owe the pulpit tn prove | wur in
vearnest. Their wus a monstrons
crowd in that grove, an ole Bullin
wur preachin' tn 'em at an orful
rate, how the He'll Sarpints wud
serve 'em eff they didn't repent, how
they'd crawl over 'em, rap their tails
roun' thar necks, poke thar tongues
into thar eyes an blow inter thar
wears; an if it war an 'omman, how
they'd guile in her busum, an try tu
crawl down under her frock-string.
An he he'd 'em hot, hollerin an
scared. The fact is, the thing was a
workin' powerful. Now Pd kotch
FIVE big grey pot-bellied Lizards, an
held 'em in little narrer bag, what
| made purpose-thar tails ali at
the bottom, an packed as tight as a
bundil owe silks. So while he wur a
rarin' onto his tip-toes, unbenowens
tu anybody, l ontied my poke an
put the mouth up under his brltches
leg an. gin ther tails squeeze an a
shake, when they tuck up his bar leg,
maxim owe Mise sorter like sqrirrils
climbin' shell bark hickory. He
stopped preachin' an looked fur a
moment like he wur lis'nin fur sum
thin, sorter like an ole SOW dus when
she hears you whistle fur the dogs.
l give big groan, an hilt my he'd
atween my knees. Then he COM
menced a-slappin' owe his self whar ye
cut the steak outen beef, an then
he'd fetch ruff ruH whar a hoss's
tail sprouts, then ned stomp, then
rub his han atween his waistbun an
his shut, an reach down 'roun' mitlly
with it-then he spred his big legs
an give his back good shakin' sort
owe rub agin' the pulpit, sorter like
hog scratches agin' stump; a
leanin' ,u his work powerful, an
squirmin' ginerally, zif he'd jist cum
outen a dog bed, ur he'd slep on a
ant trail. About this time wun
owe my Lizards (scared an hurt, !
s'pose, by all this rubin an scratchin'
an slappinO poked his he'd out
atween the -passon's shut collar an
his ole brown neck, tuck a peep al
the circumstances, am dodge bacl
aein. Ole Bullin's speech now Gun
tu him. His eyes stickin' out llk, (,
two buckeyes flung agin mud wall
an his voice trimblin' says.he, s3reth
rem. take. keer owe your SETS, the Hell
sarpints hev got mer Sum owe tn
wimmin fotch a painter yell, an
ramrod legged doctor what sot nea
me allowed it wur a clar case ov
delicious tremenjns, an | thot h
wur rite, fur it wur tremenjus afor
# wur dun with. Off went the claw
, hammer coat, an he flung hit ahin
him like he wur a gwine E-:er a MT
+ Che he'd no jacket on. Next Q
7 fotch ms,saat over his he'd faster NJ :
dasg his Gp III Il pa lRastsa !.sl gapi Is an a,an
care a aduHeif hit kept on up soreve
I but hit 2otiped onto ahiu.k itack