. Sut Lovingood. Yarns spun by a "nat'ral born durn'd fool." Warped and wove for public wear. nes ni ontu es big es a hossshed, an the hole tribe kiverd im es quick es yu cudkiver a sick pup wif a saddil blanket. He lit ontuhis hans agin, an kickd strait up onst, then he rard,an fotch a squeal wus nur ara stud hoss in the State, ansot in tu strait runnin away jis es natral es yu everseed any uther skeerd hoss du. I let go the line anhollerd, Wo! dad, wo ! but yu mout jis es well sayWoa! tu a locomotum, ur Suke cow tu a gal. Gewhillitins ! how he run: when he cum tu bushes,hed clar the top ove
. Sut Lovingood. Yarns spun by a "nat'ral born durn'd fool." Warped and wove for public wear. nes ni ontu es big es a hossshed, an the hole tribe kiverd im es quick es yu cudkiver a sick pup wif a saddil blanket. He lit ontuhis hans agin, an kickd strait up onst, then he rard,an fotch a squeal wus nur ara stud hoss in the State, ansot in tu strait runnin away jis es natral es yu everseed any uther skeerd hoss du. I let go the line anhollerd, Wo! dad, wo ! but yu mout jis es well sayWoa! tu a locomotum, ur Suke cow tu a gal. Gewhillitins ! how he run: when he cum tu bushes,hed clar the top ove em wif a squeal, gopher an he thot thar mout be anuther settilment oveball honets thar, an hit wer safer tu go over thanthru, an quicker dun eny how. Every now an thenhed fan the side ove his hed, fust wif wun fore laigan then tuther, then hed gin hissef a roun-handed slapwhat soundid like a waggin whip ontu the place wharthe breechbands tetches a hoss, a-runnin all the timean a-kerrin that ar gopher jis bout as fas an es hifrum the j eath es ever eny gopher wer kerried Ill swae. 8UT LOVINGOODS DADDY ACTING HORSE. H« seemM tti run jis adzactly es fas es a honet oud fly; hit Trer the titest race I ere*t—i, far won hose to fit all the whipin. Page 36. sut lovetooods daddy, acting horse. 25 When lie cum tu the fence, he jis tore thru hit, bustinan scatterin ni ontu seven panils wif lots ove brokenrails. Rite yere he }ef the gopher, geers, close, clevis,an swingltress, all mixd up, an not wuf a durn. Mosove his shut staid ontu the aind ove a rail, an ni ontua pint ove honets stopd thar a stingin all over; hitssmell foold em. The balance on em, ni ontu a gallun,kep on wif dad. He seemd tu run jis adzactly es fases a honet cud fly; hit wer the titest race I ever seed,fur wun hoss tu git all the whipin. Down thru a saigefield they all went, the honets makin hit look like tharwer smoke roun dads bald hed, an he wif nuffin onthe green yeath in the way ove close about im, bu
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