torbarker juice.
Atha-ni-al heerd the towse and grabbed a pick-
pole up,
—Wasn’t goin’ to stop a mill to fight about a
pup,—
Tied a rope around the pole and then he let her
flam,
Speared the end of that air log and yanked her
quicker’n Sam.
Log, suh, come right out the bark, he twitched