Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1856-04-05
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For the Standard.
LETTER FROM PINEBUR MOCCASIN.

NO. 4.
MoccAsNv1LLE N. c., March 20, 1856.
Mr.. Printurs Of the Standard:
Would you b'lieve I've bin takin' another hunt
for 'Samr It's fact. but guess had sum fun
out'n it this time 1 ketched him up tree this
time. But must tell you about it.
Dave Wilmon, who lives about 10 miles from here,
down on Ratcsnake creek, sent me word last Mum
evenin' and bring my dogs. Dave knowed had six
OF the best hounds in all the country.
Well, blowed up my dogs and sot of, not 'zactly
KNOWN what Dave was up to. When in about a
mile of his house met him, and he was GRIMM
clean across his face. SEES he, "Uncle Pinebur,
night?" Nun of your fun at me, Dave" ses l,
for I'm sorter sore on that pint" SEES he "Jest
60 with me tonight, and I'll make you laff yourself
sorer than you now is" He then went on to tell
me that he had found out a Know-nuthin' rendez-
vuze, where they to meet that night, and with
to take my second hunt for SAM
This rendezvuze is called the "grave.p pit, - bein'a
big hole out in the woods where rocks has bin quar-
ried. About nine o'clock we bowed up all our dogs,
IA in all, for Dawes got 8. We took Dawes old
niger man, Ike, along with us to carry and
mind the dogs. We left Ike and the dogs about 800
yards from the pit and when in about 100 yards
of it, Dave took out fresh fox skin he had prov-
ded for the purpose, and dragged it along close to
the pit. We could see som 80 or 40 fellers in it,
though there was only one little lantern burnn'-
They was inishiatin' poor fool, and maxim him
swar on two sticks tied together in the shape of
cross. ct reminded me of the Devil Two Sticks
bubI sposc it the best they could do, for they
hadn't one of them seed Bible in a year)
We dragged the fox skin sorter round the pit, and
then went back for Ike and the dogs. As soon as
we got to where the fox skin had bin dragged, my
old Drum (my favorte dog opened. In three secons
the whole pack was in full cry, and l and Dave and
Ike all hollern hard We could, and rushin' to-
ards the gravel pit ..
Then there was sight for you wuth secin'! You
never seed rats scamper out'n nealtub faster or
wuss skeered than them Know.nuthins run out'n
the pit 1t looked jest like pot bilin' over. l
spose they thought all the catholics and furrenurs
in the world was after them. They screeched,
screamed, yelled and run jest like Old Nick had
his redhot ptchork at the eends of their coat tales
Dave held to a saplin' and LATED till he nearly had
spasums. Ike jest fell OH the ground and rolled and
kicked and hollered. 1 held my sides with both
hands, and It all 1 could do to keep from split
tin wide opcn Meantime, or of the dogs that
had bin trained to ketch runaway niggers, thought
they had some of that sort of sport on hand, and
away they went after the Know nuthins
Presently I heard Drum bark, and knowed he
had freed some varmint. We went to him and blow
'cd up all the dogs 81 goy," SEES Ike, lookin' up
in the tree, OATS de biggest possum ever l seed"
Cum on with your AK" ses Dave land let's cut
him down." Ike hit or 8 ticks, and the 'possum'
couldn't stand it no longer. SEES he, "For Gods
sake take away them internal dogs" "Hello!" ses
Ike, "possum talk? Goramty, Use gwine to leave
here" So sayin' he split through the woods and
called the dogs off Dave and was latin fit to kill
ourselves, and down cum Bill Mueller, the Presi-
dent qf the gravel-pit council. He swore he was
jest gwinc along path to nabor's house when the
dogs got after him. You see he was know-nuth-
in, and couldn't tell the truth But he was about
the meancst lookin' rascal ever did see. We be-
gun TO aff at him, but he sed he was in a nifty big
hurry and this time he told the TRUTH for he went
off in bubble quick time.
Next mornn' We called up the dogs and examined
their teeth and found several shreds of cothn and
or little pieces of sumbody's hide; but can't
hear of nobody that has bin dog bit I think that
rendezvuze is broken up.
In my next you'll hear from me agin.
Yourn till deth.
PINEBUR MOCCASIN.