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

for us both, an Pete'd 90 out to hunt
But ginerally we went together, foI
the lnjuns war frequently a-prowlin
round, an il war a leetle resky anyway
IL war dangerous times, but still VIC had
lots o. sport, an lived Jest like tive
I fightin' cocks. Sometimes bar hi
would come into camp, an eat mp all
our peryishuns, an thatd make Pete
mad, an me, too.
lone day feels a leettle sort o. sick,
and didn't 90 out a-huntin', which Pete
he goes out by hisself. didn't much
like to see him a-gwien out that day
without me along; for, somehow, | kind
o. felt sumpthin' war a-gwien 20 happen
10 Pete. couldn't Git il outen my mead
all day. | couldn't keep from studyin'
about il all the time he war out. | had
a great notion, several times through
the day, to start out arter Pete; but,
thinks To myself, that ard be kind o.
childish. an give up the idea.
"Wall, boys, the time hit drug along
mighty slow, l can tell you. Ii seemed
like the day war year long. At last,a
the shadders of night began to settle
around the camp. | made shore Pete
would come rollin' in. But darkness
gathered over the scene, night came,
and no Pete with il. feel mighty I'M
easy, for Pete never staid out all night
when he was huntin' alone. | couldn't
help feeling a leettle mite skeered and
solemn like, lcest he mought a-been
made bait by the lpjuns.
"That war n long and weary night
for ole Abe, boys; but the next mornin'
wakes up feelin' considerably peerter,
and | had good notion o. startin' out
10 hunt Pete: but then | lowed he'd
come back TO camp while | war gone,
and then set out a-huntin' me, which ii
would make "A bobble in things. So
concluded I'd wait and see if the critter
wouldn't turn up sometime in the course
o. the day.
g staid all day long in camp await
in for him. an / tell you, boys, it war
an awful lonesome time. When night
came agin, an still no Pete, gifts reel
skeered about the Teller. | goes out "A
piece in the woods, an holiers severil
times, but gifts no answer-nuthin' but
The howlin' o. the wolves an the hootin'
o. the owls out in the darkness. didn't
know what in thunder to do, but at last
concluded I'd 20 back to camp an wait
till mornin' an then, sure's guns iron,
I'd lite out arter Pete.
Il dion't sleep mighty sound that
night, for | couldn't help studyin' about
Pete, and a-wonderin what under the
sun an eth had ever become of the fell
Ter ennybow. So, as soon as the first
y ha 81 I
sets out on the hunt % Pete. All day
long | wanders about in them thick
woods. waded all sorts % cricks,
crossed byous, scrambled over ravines,
elm mountains, crawled through hresh
an briers, crawled up the face Of
precipices, and secured around gin'r-
ally every which way, but nary sign
Of Pete could come across in all my
travels.
might comes on agin, an | knowed
in reason | war miles an miles away
from camp, an no chance to cit back.
SO picks me out place TO sleep, clost
by little crick, strikes light, and be-
gins 20 roast me a considerable sized
chunk o. deer meat, for | was hungry as
a alligator. The smell o. the roastin'
meat raised general rumpus among
the wolves, an they sot up SIGH howl
in a would made ennybody's flesh
creep. could see the flash o. their
sharp ewes away out in the darkness Of
the woods, an hear the snappin' Of
their devilish teeth. az they fit, an snarl-
ed an growled at one another in the
most savage style. Arter III ct few
IL - L. 4
then sets about finding a hollow log
to sleep in, which didn't Ike the idea
o. the wolves outside, and the bars.
besides, maybe, few skulkin', thieyin'
Injuns.
II soon finds hollow log, and creeps
in. Ii war mighty lonesome in thar,
boys, an il war dark as the ace o.
spades, and the wolves a-howlin' all
round on the outside, like pack o.
hungry devils. But | wouldn't a-mind-
ed all that, If hadn't a-been so worked
up about Pete laid there hour after
hour, a-studyin' and a-studyin' about
him, till away past midnight, 1 should
guess. At last | come TO the conclu-
sion that pore old Pete war dead-tuck
in by the Injuns and skalpt! tell you,
boys, il made me feel mighty solm to
think Of pore old Pete layin' out on the
cold ground, stiff az a crowbar, with
his toes an his chin stickin' up toward
the sky, an with no har, to speak of,
on the top Of his knowledge-box.
keeps on a-studyin' about all this, in
spite Of all could do, till, own up,
boys, gifts to feelin' skeery and sort
o. narvious like. Howsendever, at last
/ drops into sort of Uneasy sleep, and
then dreams all sorts o. ugly things
about Pete.
First sees him skulpt by the tarn-
alton redskins, then, agin', chawed up
by the bars. Then sees him a-toplin'
over the edge of atremenjous precipice,
an a-fallin' over the frightful cliff an
dash he'd 10 nieces On the sharn initial |