Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1901-01-30

aIB me an Bill KEEP friep'l ed.
nsyef got to lookin' oross-ey ysd at
one ,nuther, One day we struck up
together an Bill sez 70 me, sez,ze
fAady, oleI noss,, you are 9 mighty!
good sort soy d, Teller, AM I sorter hate
TO see you.git yer sights so sot on
Miss Rory, fer thar's jist one way
bout this, an that is that th' gal Sis
a,gwine to be mine, an, so I jist sor, sol,
ter thought ia tell ye as aSfrien' an'
ak ys of ye don't reckon hit 'u'd be-
better fer yer feelin's an 80 on Of ye
|jist kinder drapped out easy an,
gfaj'ly, like ye didn't rally keer
nothin' fer the gal nohow. |"
Then my dander riz leetle, hit
did, an in fac I got warmed mp
right smart, an I seq to Bill, seq I
asBill,' seq, syou shore air the
most outdashus fool a-runnin' erroun'
out'n the loonitisk 'sylum. I've got
| |jist ruuch showin' ez you hev, an
more'n thet, you know burned we'll
tibet no matter whicherway the river
runs thsr never wuz no Soroggins
what would take to the woods front
ov no man. / sez to Bill, sYou
know thet at log-rollin' l grab holt
ov han'spike with the best ov 'em,
an none ov 'em never totes no.
straightel'n do. So now,' I sez to
Bill, sez I, you kin jist cut yer
patchin', an of Miss Rory wants me
to call off my dawgs, wy that'll be
different, but I'm right thar ontell
the full ham is Played I sez.
$50 things rocked along thater-
way another spell, but after while
hit seemed az ef Bill wuz a-gainin'
on me, and hit 'peared 'at he would
down me, spite'n ole Dan Tucker.
Eb'm ef I wuz in luv up to my yurs,
he'd sense enuf to see how things
wuz a-goin'. I knowed it, bekase
they got SOS when they wuz a-talkin'
hit wuzn't like other folks, but they
talked sorter low an mumbly like.
4.n' Miss Rory got SOS she didn't
say syes' and sno' to Bill like any
body in ther senses would a-done,
but when she sed yes hit wuz
'um-h hum an fer mo- hit wuz
'uh.u-uh,' sorter like she wuz
a.dreamin'. An nen she'd lean her
head back on tn cheer m look at
Bill with 'er ize kinder half shet, an
smile at him az lazy an temptin'.
"Quair, hain't it, how foolish folks
does act whenever they git teched
by d arrer shot by the leetle feller,
e-er, lemme what's lis name ?
You know, the leetle dickens with
nothin' but a pair ov wings onp
"Well, things went on waterway
fer the longest, an KEEP a-gittin'
wuss m wqss. But / wuz game, l
wuz, an hilt on like bull pup. aholt
ov q feller's coat-tails.
81 allus wuz a lucky ouss, though,
anyway, an so hit wuz in this scrim-
mage. Right plump when Bill
thought as how he'd played tn
trump kyard an had everything to
suit hisself, wy fate ur sumthin' riz
up an downed i'm, hit did, an put
me way ahead.
"Hit wuz thisserway Me an some
other fellers and Miss Rory an Bill
wuz a-settin' on the front piazzer,
an Bill, he wuz doin' all the talkin',
a-tellin' ov what a great Teller he
WIZ
"Didn't ye never notice as how
when feller lets his 'thooseyazzum
bout hisself git too robust, hit mos
gently sails off up the creek with his
luck and prospecks?
"Well, Bill he wur a-gassin' away,
talkin' like fightin' snakes, a-noratin'
as how the day afore he'd rid off
with all tn prizes at choonement.
AM he got so hepped up at the
SCUM ov is own voice, I reckin hit
wuz, at he raired his cheer back,
fergittin' iii his egsitement that he
war a-settin' with his back to'ds the
piazzer steps std ov to'ds tn bans
nisters. An, sub, y'd oughter seed
Bill then !, Kerflop he went, fore
you could a-said scat, an eend over
eend he flew, like the Teller in the
circus, an fin'ly lit kerfump on 'is
back 'mongst Miss Rory's flowers.
"Bill he wur shore huff sight
when he riz up scratched with rose
bushes an all kivvered with feathers
frum whar the chickens ID been
a-playin'. Th' ole man cum a-blun-
derin' out a-hollerin' to know what
wuz 'gwine on, an he lows: sWa-al,
by granny, I made fer shore hit wuz
the muley steer a-tryin' to break into
the gYardep.' Mizz Howard aha