THE ART OF SWEARING.

Dunstan Times, Issue 543, 13 September 1872, Page 3

THE ART OF SWEARING.

Our author gives an illustration of this. A waggon dr.wn By a team of twelve mules had stuck fast in a sof , spot, bringing to a halt a nine of teams behind. One of the teamsters came up, and “in a bland, almost tin ier voice,” I e said to the inrortonate driver, “My friend, perhaps I can help you.” Gently disentangling and patting the leaders he headed them round in the right direction : and then (says Mr. King) “he began to swear, pouring.it out louder and more profane, t : ll he utjeily iclipsed the most horrid blasphemies I ever heard, t ilrng tin m up thicker . and more fiendish till it seemed if the very earth must open and engulf him. ” t had its effect. One mule after another laid itself to the work, till only ope ohstinati old mule held out, “ The Tike walked up and yelled one gigantic oath; her ears spang forward, and she s platted in terror, and the iron links grated under her stiain.” The waggon was soon in motion again, and as they were “Lquoiing up ’at an adjoin ng bar the driver ohserved, “ Well, Billy, you can swear,’’ “ Swear," repeated the Pike in a t. ne of incredulous questioning ; “me sveat?”as if the compliment were greater than his modest desert. “No, I can’t blaspheme worth a cuss. You’d j; st ortcr hear Pete Green. He can exhort the impair nt mule. I’ve known a ten-mule team to renounce the flesh and haul thirty one thousand through a foot of clay mud under one of his outpourings.”—Kin o ’s Sierra Net -adx.