Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1869-02-18
A HUNTERS sTORY.

The Southern hunters tell wonderful stories of
their adventures in the forest I would not care
to vouch for them; but it is proper to remember
that what appears incredible to the man of civiE-
zation seems to be quite probable, and even COM
monplace IN the Western wiids Let us tell sim
gle story, to illustrate some Of their exsggerations,
which was related to circle Of Southern men on
q Mississippi steamer, and did not seem to be
doubted as an authentic incident, by one of them.
The peccary is . creature Of the hog species,
and is utterly fearless It pays no attention to rife
balls unless they hit it, and never hestates to at
tack any one that comes across its path Arelent-,
less war is ragged against it BY Southern hunters,
as much for their own safety as from any love of
the sport It has gained the reputation Of being
the only wild game which the experienced hunters
always run from instead of stopping to fight.
A Texan says that once when he was shooting
in a swamp he killed peccary. This creature
roaus in focks numbering from ten to fAy). In
an instant the whole company turned upon him,
and he at once ran to q tree and sprang into its
branches. One, two, three hours passed, and no
help came. He was separated from his friends,
and did not dare to stir from his position. Getting
'oneasy both in body and mind, he moved q little
to make his seat easier," and losing his balance,
fell. Luckily he dropped his rifle, and caught
hold of lower branch Of the tree and clung to it
for life; with his feet within couple Of yards of
the ''sile." y
''This," he added, twas very okkard, and I
could see the peccaries jumping up to catch hold
of my feet. Fortunately they couldn't reach me,
and I thought was1safe; but only see the cun-
ming of them critters Several of them lay down
on their stomachs and Others on their back, so as
to form platform. The head peoeary got on it,
and jumped, seized me by the heel of my right
boot. kicked at him with my left foot like a
horse and when we were strugglin', the other
peccaries rolled from under him, and left him
hanging on to my heel by his tusks, while his
friends were gruntin' away like mad all round
They made a most dreadful noise and began to
make up my mind that I'd have to fall and try
what rush would do among them, then crack
went rifle, and down went the biggest peccary.
1t took me so by surprise that dropped to the
ground, and saw that my friend had come up
But he was soon in as bad fix as I had been my.
SELF
The peccaries made rush for him and he was
glad to do what I had done-drop his rifle and
hist himself up tree made for my rifle, loaded
it and fired when the pesky things turned on me,
and I had to drop it again and run up tree dou-
BILE quick. Then my friend he came down, took
his rife, and blazed away at them again; they
went at him full pelt; then came down and fired
at them; and We kept on firing turn about, until
you may believe or no, stranger, as you please
we done this fifteen times, and killed the thirty
peccaries between US.
This story with occasional variation was told as
true story of Texan hunters life. Whether it
was true the reader can determine for himself