McNairy County independent. (Selmer, McNairy County, Tenn.) 1902-1969, 1917-11-16
Buck Snort Still A.Buckin

| DUN Dnort Stlil d-DuCkln.
But there's mournin at our house.
Our SOW, ole red Kate, that's raised
enough pigs to feed me and Sallie fer
the last fifteen years and clothe us
too, turned up her heels and died on
US last week, and her iist a-gittin fat
enough to kill. My best fghtin roos-
ter has been stole by somebody. Ted
Waffels of course don't know nothin
about it. or makes out like he don't.
Sallie's got sore eyes and I've got to
do the cookiD, and you can guess
what that means. 1t means what q
GER ain American general said war
was. Nuff sed.
But the worst is vet to tell. You
know that ole grey mule of ourn We
call january. called him Jinnuar,
because when he takes to balkin he
freezes up as hard as the month after
Christmas, and4nothing'wil thaw in
out or move i'm but a warmin up witt
chat ole blacsnake whip of mine thai
Bully Erwin made fer me.
seen how everything was a-goir
up and hnowed if we didn't raise ou,
,wn sweetenin there would be bitter
times fer us this winter, so | put in &
little patch of sorgum cane in The
apple orchard last summer. Me an
Bud Younger and Tode Browder wen
into cahoots: Bud was to raise tn
cane Git amt the first time he's done
that), was to grind it and Tode. was
to vaporate it into lasses.. We got
enough cane to make several barrels,
and sot in to do the grindin. Ole
january was hitched up and we
started in. | didn't know then, but
I've found it out since, that that there
trihin nigger boy of ourn had been
a-foolin with ole january by hollerin
"WOw at the top of his voice and
hitting the ole mule with whip at
the same time. That spilled the mules
education and made a dern fool of i'm
and Of everybody that had anything
to do with him. When you read
what was the result of that damphool
niggers doins with that mule you
wont wonder that Civ the boy a lar
rupin and sent i'm on is travels.
was settin and feedin that
cane into the mill like good feller,
and thinkin of the times when, we
used to pull lases candy till it looked
like the hair of the gals head though
it wuzzent half so sweet-when the
wind commenced BLOWN my whis
kers every which away. | think a
heap of them whiskers-that is, |
DID think heap of em. It's taken
me sixty years to git that fine
yaller tobacker stain on EN-. Well,
fer short, first thing | knowed the
pint of that there beard got1cotch in
the rollers of that sorgum mill and
commenced a.pullin me IN. | hol-
Iered "W0w as loud as | could, but
that dern mule, who had been a.
creepin around like he was about to
freeze as usual, got new move on
i'm. Then hollered louder, fer three
inches Of my beard had gone il:
"W0, JINNUARY, | TELL YOU,
,WO-O-O-O!!!" but that derned
beast got into trot; he thought the
pigger was after i'm with that black
snake whip. By that time there
wasn't a handsbreadth between the
rollers and my chin. Then remem-
bered that had a ole barlow knife
that Sallie give me when we had
been married ten years. 1t would
hardly cut cheese, but I managed &c
git it out and to saw that beard eff
jist as my nose was against the roller.
Then the derned mule stopped I've
swapped i'm of to Bud Younger fer
cross-eyed steer, and have gone out
of the sorgum business for good. |
give the beard to Sallie to help stuff
a piller with, but its too late to grow
another one. and I'm goin to the bar
Der shop in Selmer next week to git,
the first shave I've had since the
civil war.
Hickory Holler, Oct. q.