. Sut Lovingood. Yarns spun by a "nat'ral born durn'd fool." Warped and wove for public wear. r foot, an Ill show you mine. Thinks I, yull do, ef yu didnt start my dog onthat hellward experdition ove hisn, yull do tu put iton enyhow, so here goes. Sez I: Mister-what-hed-my-dog-dun-tu-yu ? He pade no tention, but kep ona-singin— Rack, back Davy, daddy shot a bar,Shot em in (he eye, an never toch a har. I seed it wur no use tryin tu breed a quarrel; sothat I mout be able tu breed a fite, an I jist lent hima slatharin calamity, rite whar his nose commenced asproutin from atween his eyes, wif a ru
. Sut Lovingood. Yarns spun by a "nat'ral born durn'd fool." Warped and wove for public wear. r foot, an Ill show you mine. Thinks I, yull do, ef yu didnt start my dog onthat hellward experdition ove hisn, yull do tu put iton enyhow, so here goes. Sez I: Mister-what-hed-my-dog-dun-tu-yu ? He pade no tention, but kep ona-singin— Rack, back Davy, daddy shot a bar,Shot em in (he eye, an never toch a har. I seed it wur no use tryin tu breed a quarrel; sothat I mout be able tu breed a fite, an I jist lent hima slatharin calamity, rite whar his nose commenced asproutin from atween his eyes, wif a ruff rock about thesize ove a goose aig. Hit fotch im! He drapped ofenthe hoss-rack, but hilt a squirrel-holt ontu the pole wifhis paws an hine feet, an hung back down. I jumpedhed fust through, atween his belly an the pole; myheft broke his holt, an we cum tu the ground a-fitin—me ondermost, an turnd heads an tails. So the fustthing I did, was tu shut my jaws ontu a mouthful ovehis steak, ni ontu the place wher yer foot itches to gowhen yu ar in kickin distance ove a fop. He fit mitily. SUT LOVINGOODS DOG. » Jist as he got clost tu the carryall, the powder cotch fire, ansoon arterwards went<tf an to did he, head fust. Fa^ loS- 8UT LOVINGOODS DOG. 153 far the chance he had, but I soon seed he had a crossove bar in im, fur he cudnt stand ticklin behind, ef itmout be called ticklin at all; for every time he got hishine legs onder him, he tried his durndest tu jumploose; but my holt hilt, an we would take our fust per-sition agin. I thot ove a box ove matches what I hedin my pocket, so I foch the whole boxful a rake ontuthe gravil, an stuffed em all a-blazin inter one ove thepockets in his coat-tail. Now, mind, he nowd nuthinove these perseedins, fur his mind wur exercized pow*ful about the hurtin I wur a helpin im tu behine. Inod hed soon show strong signs ove wantin tu the fust big rare he fotch arter the fire reached hishide, I jist let my mouth fly open—so—an h
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