Would anyone like to guess that the old master has gone to his just
rests with or without the aid of the fly smacker which caused the
poor horse a fright when he got a sound whacker along with the blue tail fly bite whihc in most tender of spots did light..At the wake
the help could lament with a little of the corn in the jug which old
marse sure loved to lug taking a mite here and there for ease of his lil or big ailments...cept for that old gout which damn right plumb wore him out so he sure could curse and shout even when there were them fine ladies about.Now ofcourse,he is in the grave so here now
be sure a sip for me you save....