. Sut Lovingood. Yarns spun by a "nat'ral born durn'd fool." Warped and wove for public wear. wif a hanful ove brush. So while old Sock wer agwine thru a gran charge blind, he tuck a circumben-dibus roun, an gin him Marcys game on ole Fuss anFeathers—a-bustin hot fire in the rar. He jis cum inatween his hine laigs, an burried his head an honsthar onder a full run, a histin Socks starn two foot clarove the yeath, an rite then down cum his tail wif aswish, an he wer tuck along wheel-barrow fashun, ontuhis fore laigs, powful agin his will an cumfort, wifthe smellin aind ove his head drawd higher
. Sut Lovingood. Yarns spun by a "nat'ral born durn'd fool." Warped and wove for public wear. wif a hanful ove brush. So while old Sock wer agwine thru a gran charge blind, he tuck a circumben-dibus roun, an gin him Marcys game on ole Fuss anFeathers—a-bustin hot fire in the rar. He jis cum inatween his hine laigs, an burried his head an honsthar onder a full run, a histin Socks starn two foot clarove the yeath, an rite then down cum his tail wif aswish, an he wer tuck along wheel-barrow fashun, ontuhis fore laigs, powful agin his will an cumfort, wifthe smellin aind ove his head drawd higher nor evertoards his curl, the brush-mershean in full blast, angittin faster an harder, an ole Burns a-snatchin ovemore. The bellerin an cussin wer mixd now ni ontues ekal es a keerful man mixes whisky an wartar, an1the mixtry made a mos doleful soun. Ef youd ahearn hit at half a mile, yu wud a knowd thar wera heap ove hurtin an rath a-gwine on whar hit cumfrum. Ole Sock wer hurried on in this onnaterel an onman-erly manner over a fell pine tree, an thar old Mills *5 * 3 E-er a> e ( 3?. OLD BUKNSS BULL-KIDE. 101 stopt, I spose tu see the effeck ove his new plan ovefitein, an thar he did a durnd fool thing; fur if he heda-kept that ar head ove hisn in clost communion wifold Socks stum, he wud been boun tu spoke theword afore long. But es hit wer, hit gin him time tuturn roun wifcumulated rath, the natrel bull fiteinway. Ole Mills hed a holesum fear ove the steam brush-mill, what Sock toted on his upper deck. So he cumit bline agin, an the nex time they met they missd, anthe hon run onder old Burnss laig, an atwix the ropegirth an ole Socks hide. He gin a twis an busted thegirth, swung that misfortinat ole man an the saddilroun, an then lent em a big hist. Up they went, sad-dil fust, an hit hung ontu the snag lim ove a ded pine,jis high enuf tu let ole Burnss hans sorter tetch he hung by the heels. He sot in now, an cussed in rale yearnis. He mixedin a littil prayin
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