The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1876-02-11

room, and then went on with ms story.
1.-The first thing seed war lot %
bar cubs-four or five Of 'em--layin'
permiscusly about in the leaves, dead as
nits. Some o. these cubs had thar skulls
mashed in. and t'Others had their throats
gashed from eer To eer with hunters
knife.
1.-The next thing that my eye liz on
war a lot o. scraps % clOthn', distribit-
ell about in the woods. They war claw
ed into middln small pieces, and most
of 'em looked like they'd ben chawed by
the teeth Of she bar. Boys, hit war
Pete's clothin', an drekly finds one o.
his moccasins, pooty badly chawed an
tore up.
1.-The bushes were broke all round
thar. an the leaves an sticks war tore
up savage 10 see. The ground war
scraped an gouged up in many places.
seed AT wunst that thar had been a
middlin' biz bar fight in the neighbour
hood, an that pore Pete had prob'ly
got the worst Of il.
.. But couldn't see what the mischief
had become Of Pete, or the bar either.
Dreckly seed the trail had moved on,
an | follers it up. goes along, keep
in sharp lookout for the bar; an |
keeps findin' stray scraps % Pcte's
close, an, every now an then, 4 big
bunch % the bars wool, scattered
along through the woods. Here, BIZ
Jones, give us something 10 wet the
whistle I'm so dry can hardly speak
the truth"
Abe took long. deep pull of Bour-
bon, filed up his pipe again. took a
wisp of paper from his pocket. touched
it 10 the fire, and applied the blazing
end to the tobacco in his pipe, and gave
a few puts. Then he pulled an old
brass watch from his pocket, looked at
the dial plate, gave hasty grunt Of
surprise, then rose from his seat and
began to button up his coat.
The little crowd watched these alarm
ing proceedings with eager eyes and
subdued breath
Thunderation exclaimed Abe,
chit are a-gittin' late, an Abe must lite
the domestic circle pooty soon, the ole
'oman'd blow him up higher'n kite
Boys, III tell you the balance some
other time" and Abe made step or
two toward the door.
:. Not by darned sight" chimed in
a chorus of eager voices. "Bill Jones.
you lock up that ere door. Now, ole
boss, out with herl fou can't nigh
leave this shanty till we git the whole
gist o. that ere taleln
Abe hesitated few moments, then
resumed his seat
wall, boys said he, Z" If must.
spose must, but you've got 10 stand
between me an SOphier Ann HUFF, an
she'll be crosser nor wild cat when
cit home! Let me sect Whar war 1,
boys, when left off2 O, yes As war
say in, | comes caslap onto big she
bar, bigger'n a heilcr calf, An what
do YOU she war ADDING or? Chawin'
up pore Pete? Nary bit of il She
war a'settin' with her rump up agin'
big walnut log, a'lookin' rite nj yore
sarvent as sour an savage as a
rusty meat AK. Thar was no cubs
about thar, an couldn't see har nor
hide o'Peie.
THAR had evidently been A rumpus
or a scrimmage Jest afore the bar got 10
the ole log, for thar war another moe
casin, some horn buttons, part OF
gun-stock (Which l knowed hit were
Pete's), some scraps Of deer-skin cap,
the ragged cend Of a shot-pouch, an
piece o. the tail o. Pete's huntin' shirt.
| seed, too, that the bar had been pretty
severely damaged in the scrape. One
o. her eyes had been badly gouged, an
war bruised and bloody. Sev'ril places
on her body had the wool gouged of, !
an in v'ril other respecks she SEEM /
ed considerable the wuss for wear.
"This gin me a great deal o. COM
fort, boys, for, thinks to myself, pore !
Pete died game enyhow.
II wandered why the bar didn't run
when she seed me, or begin to git |
ready for battle But no. She sot thar,
still as a marble figure head, 'cept oc- |
cashunal growls, an a-showin' her
long. white teeth.
:. Thinks |, ole lady Ill fix yore flint,
and then III hunt up pore Pete. SO |
puts old Be;sey to my face, an blazes
away at the bars head
''By thunder boys, would you think
L? | missed the ole critter, slick as a
WHISTLE She gin a savage growl, and
made shore she'd rush onto me, like
blue streak o. CREASED lightnin', right
,ff. But, Lord bless you, boys, she
never moved inch from whar she war
! settin' agin the log. | war struck all
II heap at this. / thought it war
queer, but thinks will try you
mother whet! So begins to loaden
Up, keepin' my eye on the bar, least she
night make bulge. pours the pow
Ter down ole Betsey, an then retched
ny hand down into the pouch to git
'ullit.
"Snakes alive! what do you think,
oys?
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