“The durnd infunel, hiperkritikal, pot-bellied, scaley-hided, whisky-wastin, stinkin olegroun’-hog. He’d a heap better a stole sum man’s hoss; I’d a tho’t more ove ‘im.”

Thus Sut Lovingood summed up his opinion of one his adversaries, Parson John Bullen.

Sut was the creation of George Washington Harris (1814-1869), the East Tennessee author and seminal Southern humorist. Harris was a humorist, a Democrat and a Presbyterian, in that order. Although involved in many aspects of East Tennessee development ranging from surveying to river and rail transportation, his major achievement was the creation of Sut Lovingood, a stereotypical “panther streak” mountaineer. Beginning in 1854 as occasional newspaper pieces, Harris’s stories of Sut’s exploits were picked up by other publications, soon giving him a national reputation. Until the 1920s, Harris’s stories, written in Appalachian dialect, were included in college level anthologies of U.S. literature.

Sut Lovingood

Revenge pranks are a common theme in the Sut Lovingood tales. One of the best known stories, “Parson Jack Bullen’s Lizards,” recounts Sut’s payback to Parson Bullen after the Parson found Sut and a friend “conversing” in a huckleberry thicket during the Parson’s camp meeting at Rattlesnake Springs in Bradley County. Bullen whacked Sut with a hickory stick and told on the girl to her mama, who delivered an “overhandid stroppin” to the girl. Telling on her was worse than stealing a horse, in Sut’s estimation.

At the next meeting at the Springs, Parson Bullen began to exhort the crowd to repent:

“He tole ’em how the ole Hell-sarpints wud sarve em if they didn’t repent; how cold they’d crawl over thar nakid bodys, an’ how like ontu pitch they’d stick tu ’em es they crawled; how they’d rap thar tails roun’ thar naiks chokin clost, poke thar tungs up thar noses, an’ hiss into thar years…”

That’s when Sut unleashed his revenge:

“Now yu see, George, I’d cotch seven ur eight big pot-bellied lizzards, an’ hed ’em in a littil narrer bag, what I had made a-purpus…. I ontied my bag ove reptiles, put the mouf ove hit onder the bottim ove his britches-laig, an’ sot intu pinchin thar tails.”

As the lizards ran up into the Parson’s clothes, he began to writhe, and called out, “Pray fur me brethren an’ sisteren, fur I is arastilin wif the great inimy rite now!”

Soon he started flinging off his clothes to be rid of the “hell-sarpints,” until he got to the last stitch:

“Then he gin a sorter shake, an’ a stompin kine ove twis’, an’ he cum outer his britches. He tuck ’em by the bottim ove the laigs, an’ swung ’em roun’ his head a time ur two, an’ then fotch ’em down cherall-up over the front ove the pulpit… Now ole Bullin hed nuffin left ontu ‘im but a par ove heavy, low quarter’d shoes, short woolen socks, an’ eel-skin garters tu keep off the cramp.”

Parson Bullen’s Lizards, by Leo Hershfield

Before long, the Parson and the folks at the revival realized Sut had released the lizards, and they chased him from the campground flinging rocks and bottle at his head.

Humiliated, “Bare Belly” Bullen didn’t preach for a year. But when he did:

“His tex’ wer, ‘Nakid I cum intu the world, an’ nakid I’m a gwine outen hit, ef I’m spard ontil then.’ He sed nakidness warnt much ove a sin, purtickerly ove dark nights. That he wer a weak, frail wum ove the dus’, an’ a heap more sich truck. Then he totch ontu me; sed I wer a livin proof ove the hell-desarvin nater ove man.”

Mark Twain and William Faulkner loved the writing of George W. Harris. Harris’s stories continue to make readers laugh and inspire literary criticism.

George Washington Harris

Want more literature? Tennessee is rich in writers and many are featured each October at the Southern Festival of Books in Nashville.

By Ann Toplovich

Prepared September 25, 2017