New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1877-05-02

cross. One winter member l druv
thirteen big uns out'n there, and got evry
one of 'em, too. But they amt 'nough in
there now to make a lap robe. Me an
my dogs-them was two o the best
hounds t ever tackled bar or got
chawed up by psnt'r. l feel like bel
lerin' every time think O how they was
used that time, l do. Why, stranger,
they we MT no bar that could git the hug
on them dogs. The time l tackled the
she bar an the catamount fghtin' over
on Paupack, ef it hadn't been fur them
dogs I'd ben squeezed fiat, sure's
steel trap. Ye see, l como onto the cat
an the bar in heller, and they was jest
O settin' it to one mother on count o
some ole grudge, an tuck hand in. l
killed the wildcat easy 'nough, but the
bar seemed to think t l were mixin' in
where bad no business, an she went for
me fore l were ready, an fust thing |
knowed she were takin' me to her boo
sum. The dogs had been settin' down
lookin' at the fun, an seed that it we're
time iur them to chip in, an they did.
They tackled the bar in the rear, an she
dropped me like a hot later an turned
fur the dogs. When she riz ON her
Ranches ag'n, 1 slid bout eight inches O
knife-b blade in her heart, an she were
bangin' up skinned half an hour arter-
ward. Them were bully dogs. W-a-a-l,
y-a-a-sl'
The bear skin cap had reached It's old
position on the hunters nose, and he
ceased and seemed to be lost in reverie.
Finally said:
"What will you have, Mr.. Quick?'
fsGimme some appleiack."
Cap once more back on his head.
"Me an the dog was goin' over to the
swamp to empty the traps an lev tus-
sci or two with some bar thet were real
mad on count of gettin' ketched. When
we got over on the south side of the
knob. Twenty-Five year ago? Why,
dem it, t we're thirty year agol 7 were
the same winter drug them yer wolves
out'n that cave on the south side the knob,
an that were in '46. W-a-a-l, y-a-a-s.
See hyer, stranger, did y ever run cross
a man named Putnam in yer travels
Giner'l Putnam"
never had.
GET they is sech man Id like to run
'ginst him. My darter's got young 'un
goin' to school, n he come home t'other
day with yarn t he'd seed in some o the
books bout man named Gin'rl Putnam
who went inter cave an pulled wolf
ou8n it. Now, I'd like to meet him, for
TWEEN you an me don't b'leve he done
t, an I'd like ter ask him few questions
bout it. Guess he never hunts round
hyer.
1 told the Bear Killer that the gentle
man be referred to was General Putnam,
and that he was dead.
"Dead, is he2 Wall, don't like ter think
hard of man arter he's holed up, but l
hev my doubts bout his ketchin' tibet wolf
I do. W-a-a-l, y-a-a.s!'
Spontaneous combustion was evidently
now nearer at hand than usual, for the
great cap was down nearly to the end of
the hunters nose.
ut was en- the south side of the knob
that you met the panther, then, Mr..
Quick"
"W-a-a-l, y-a-a-s.
"Won't you have another drink, Mr..
Quick"
"W-a-a-l, y-a-a-s. Gimme some apple
jack"
1--WE got near where Hobbitty's mill
now is, continued the hunter, with his
cap pushed back, "four or five miles from
hyer, when 1 heeTed the dogs yelpin' on
gest 9ant'r ever see stretched out on a
big oak limb, a growlin' and switehin' Of
his tail in way that showed he were
mad. hauls up my gun and guv him a
send of fes' fur luck. He guy yell an
jumped fur o hemlock tree twenty feet
away. He struck limb all right, but it
were kind O. rotton an it broke with him
an let him down kerthumpl to the ground.
L. 1, -
next second one Of EN- laid near a rod
away with his whole side tore of, and
t'other were tore to pieces in less n no
time. We didn' have any double-bar'l
guns round hyer then, so l chucks load
inter my old smooth-bore-an' l want
pertickler how many buck shot dropped
in neither-aginst my turn come, fur
knew that the pant'r d reach fur me as
soon as he'd squar'd up with the dogs.
An didn't he reach fur mep W-a-a-l,
y-a-a-sl He let himself out so quick that
he were in the air fore could fire. / let
him hev a han'ful O. buck shot
though, as near the heart as l
could caIc'late. But it didn't stop him,
and no struck me PLAN in the breast and
shet his claws on me. Down / went, an
he on top O. me, with screech that made
my heart stop. He guy me one tear, an
the froth from his jaws dropped on my
throat, and were hot as fire. That were
ALL My buckshot had gone where they
were sent, an the pant'r laid onto me as
dead as nail. rolled him off an got
up. He he'd ripped clean through my
clothes and tore the flesh on my chist till
it hung down like the flap of game sack.
l knowed I'd hef to do sumthin' for that,
an struck out for my cabin, two miles
away. Thought I'd hef to lay down an
guv it up fore got there, but didn't
When l reached the cabin drawed the
flesh together with a waz-eend and holed
up for week, an come out all right. But
eft that gun he'd q snapped w-a.a-ls
y-a-a-s r.
The bear-skin cap had been slow in its
progress this time, but rested on the hum
ters nose at last and silence reigned. The
other occupants of the barroom had
dropped out one by one, and only two re-
manned They rose to take good night
drink, and one Of them said;
ED, won't you take su' lhin?"
''W-a-a-, y-a-a-s," said Ed. "Gimme
some applejaek.
And babe them good night and went
to bed. -=-NesO York. World.
A Gsood Ward Ter Ee Cosm,nhum