. Sut Lovingood. Yarns spun by a "nat'ral born durn'd fool." Warped and wove for public wear. el-eyed, rat-mouthed feller, what hed been a-struttin rounBlack Silk all nite, a-trailin wun wing, an a-lickin hislips, seed the fool boy name Obed, a-tryin tu git hertu lite ofen the ole Sock, so he jis growld low, anbarked once, an kiverd him, an afore his mam Peg,an me, an five uther gals, cud git him loose, he hedmade her cub the speckterkil yu sees roostin on thatar fence, an hes hed ni ontu three weeks tu mend hislooks in, by Jew Davids plarster, sweet ile, an thekeer ove his mam. The fitin now
. Sut Lovingood. Yarns spun by a "nat'ral born durn'd fool." Warped and wove for public wear. el-eyed, rat-mouthed feller, what hed been a-struttin rounBlack Silk all nite, a-trailin wun wing, an a-lickin hislips, seed the fool boy name Obed, a-tryin tu git hertu lite ofen the ole Sock, so he jis growld low, anbarked once, an kiverd him, an afore his mam Peg,an me, an five uther gals, cud git him loose, he hedmade her cub the speckterkil yu sees roostin on thatar fence, an hes hed ni ontu three weeks tu mend hislooks in, by Jew Davids plarster, sweet ile, an thekeer ove his mam. The fitin now got tu be gineral on mos parts ovethe field, an es the cuppils cum in frum outen doors,lookin sorter sneakin, an pale, (frum the nise ove therumpus, I speck,) wun at leas, outen every par, gotjumpt on by sumbody. Praps a gal wud kiver acumin in gal, anuther gal wud go fur the har an skinove a cumin in he feller; then, agin, the fis ove a hewud meet anuther cumin in he, right atween the eyes,an so on till the thing got tu be durndably mixd upan lively. Peg boun up the boy name Obeds wouns,. BAET DANCE. Black silk in h-11 Is thar, screamfl she, a-hissin like onta a cat, an commenced a*pnHtn up by the roots his long har like it wer flas. Pagt 190. BART DAVISS DANCE. 191 bruises, an petrifyin sores, an then went on wif suppercookin, like all wer quiet on the Pertomack. Es soon es ole Shell begun tu cum to, frum Bartsdubbil distilld thunder-bolt, the hurtin all over his headbegun tu attrack his tenshun, an soaked thru his skull,an in thar tuck the shape ove an idear; the idear shapedhitsef intu spoken wurds, an they wer, Gird up yerloins an giV I seed the wurkin ove his mind, so I jisshouted es loud es I cud beller, The Pherlistshuns beupon yu Sampsin. He hearn hit, an wer struck wifthe force ove the remark, an started far the back door,still on his all fours, in a single foot rack. Es soon e<!Black Silk felt him movin, she cummenced spurrin himwif her heels; while she hi
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