The Mississippi Creole. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1841-1851, 1846-06-13
From Tie Nsv Ycrk SDir,t Of the Times.

W. ''VW AUIb pptHt " We AtHleS.
Capt. scOtt's Coon story OutdOne.
tErtfset Of a Letter from Mr.. McKinney.1
my line had not been wet for some six months
when ! found myself with C. at the 'lresh
ponds OF Major Jonathan HARRISON. You don't
kao'' h'my Not to know him, argues yourself
unknown and all l can say, my dear Spirit
Is, that your education has been lamentably
neglected. Why, he knows you and s,Acorn,'
and FseatOr' and the tEr Santa Fe,' and all
that glorious tribe of contributors. Why, he.
talks Of you, aye, and sotDt you every 'day il
the hour,'-in imagination. But how can I
make you acquainted? Any body can tell
Hercules BY his foot. Erpedc Herculem, to be
classical. Listen to the following genuine an
ecdote and you win see that Cartuin Scott is
mo account to him.
We commenced fishing, and with tolerable
success. The 'Piney Woods Boy had fur
nlshed us with some genuine O'Shaughnessey's,
the gift Of 'Piscator.' / managed the bob,
while Cts and Haralson's floats danced grace
fully over the waters.
Give him time, c., give him time,' said the
Major, as a monster Of apike struck at the shi-
neri the true enjoyment Of sport is never to
be in a hurry. There! well donep On secun.
dun artem', he disengaged the fish, and threw
it to the bottom of the dug Out' that deserves
a drink -'Piscator' himself could not have
done it better; and all the harm | wish him is,
that he had a fagon of this Scuppernong, which
| take to be the true spirit Of the times.j,
While they were engaged in this libation, /
hooked and drew out a bully-trout, a ten-poun-
der! Before / had time to resume, G. had fas-
tened another pike, and, while we were engag-
ed in taking IF the fish, a trout struck and car
ried off my bob,which / had carelessly left float
ing on the stream. Here was catastrophe
There was not a red flannel P%etticoat in the
neighbOrhood, and the difficulty was to replace
it.
The Major suggested killing a deer. You
know, or ought to know, that the point Of a
deef's tail answers admirably. We padded to
shore-the Major seized his rife and walked
up the ridge. Judge our surprise, when we
saw a long, lean, lank-sided buck quietly feed.
ing on the crest Of the hill. To cock the gun,
bring it into position, and put finger upon trig-
ger, to an old sportsman like the Major, was
the work Of a moment. The deer heard the
'click,' and turned round, a~nd--would you be.
ieve it?-with the greatest GOODNESS, said he
is that you, faralson"
Eyes, S~ir-ree,' replied the Major.
sYou amt going to kill me out of season, are
yoag
'oh! d---n you'll don't want your meat.
it's only your tail, Pm after.'
'0h! if that's ALL continued the deer, you
might as well cutit off at once'
Whereupon, with equal GOODNESS, the Major
outs with his jack-knife, and neatly took of
the tail, and thereupon the respective parties
resumed their reveral occupations-that is to
say, we our bobbing, and the deer his grazing
And now | latter myself you know the
Major. What more befel us, and our adven.
lures with Mr.. Luke Higgins, l reserve for q
future letter. Yonrs, Truly T. M'KrNNEY
Sand Hill, NJ C. May, 1916.