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relate his experience. His preparations consisted in pouring a cup-full of whiskey, half of which he drank and held the remainder in his hand as a reserve. Then he stowed a huge chunk of "nigger- head" into the most open portion of his countenance, and began: "When I was about twenty-five years old, boys, I was an awful hard case, thar's no doubt of it. Old age, hard times, an' hard drink has nilly made a Christian of me, though, drot of they haint! But when I was young, over in Walton county, Jorgy, thar warn't a man, boy, nor nigger, in the settlement that could smell my track at rascality an' gin' ral wickedness. I was the terror of chil'un, the pest of men, an the bomination of female wimmin. The old men made me the pint of all thar leeturs to thar boys, telling 'em of they didn't mind they'd be as mean as Murrel, Mike Tupper, or the devil. The old wimmin pinted me out to thar gals as an institution of onmixed villainy, an' them as had young chil'un, threatened 'em wi'
Squire Templar (search for this): article 2
Seeking religion under Difficulties. Michael Tupper was the wickedest man in all Shockley's Bend, by at least a length.--There was no deviltry that he was not up to and into, and no frolic that he did not manage to have a finger in. Whether it was drinking, fighting, gambling, or any other amusement, he was a scholar, and he who went ahead of him at either game had to rise very early in the morning. There was a logrolling at old Squire Templar's, and, after the work was done, the crowd adjourned to the spring for "refreshments"--one of a two-gallon jug. Seating himself on the ground, with the jug between his knees and arm cup in his hand, Mike looked around very solemnly and remarked: "Boys, I cum mighty nigh getting religion once!" The "boys," who well knew Mike's character for ungodliness, shouted at the remark, and the grave manner in which it was delivered. "You needn't larf, drot ye!" he growled, "It's a fact, drot of it ain't! "Tell us about it, Mik
Michael Tupper (search for this): article 2
Seeking religion under Difficulties. Michael Tupper was the wickedest man in all Shockley's Bend, by at least a length.--There was no deviltry that he was not up to and into, and no frolic that he did not manage to have a finger in. Whether it was drinking, fighting, gambling, or any other amusement, he was a scholar, and he who went ahead of him at either game had to rise very early in the morning. There was a logrolling at old Squire Templar's, and, after the work was done, the crowd adjourned to the spring for "refreshments"--one of a two-gallon jug. Seating himself on the ground, with the jug between his knees and arm cup in his hand, Mike looked around very solemnly and remarked: "Boys, I cum mighty nigh getting religion once!" The "boys," who well knew Mike's character for ungodliness, shouted at the remark, and the grave manner in which it was delivered. "You needn't larf, drot ye!" he growled, "It's a fact, drot of it ain't! "Tell us about it, Mik
Mike Tupper (search for this): article 2
no doubt of it. Old age, hard times, an' hard drink has nilly made a Christian of me, though, drot of they haint! But when I was young, over in Walton county, Jorgy, thar warn't a man, boy, nor nigger, in the settlement that could smell my track at rascality an' gin' ral wickedness. I was the terror of chil'un, the pest of men, an the bomination of female wimmin. The old men made me the pint of all thar leeturs to thar boys, telling 'em of they didn't mind they'd be as mean as Murrel, Mike Tupper, or the devil. The old wimmin pinted me out to thar gals as an institution of onmixed villainy, an' them as had young chil'un, threatened 'em wi' me of they got anyways rambunctions.--Little chaps would run under the bed when they seed me a cummin', as of I war a grand carryvan, an' even the dogs refused to bark at me! Ah! I war a hard case, an' no mistake in the ticket! "Well, while I war thus making myself a name among the inhabitants of the yearth, thar happened a big, double-ji