New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1881-11-16
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A Georgia correspondent writes to
Fo,est and Stream: Lewis Robb. our
barber, six feet in height It's pounds.
10 passionately fond of hunting sly
Reynard. To enjoy this fascinating
pastime Lewis will mount anything In
the shape of horsedesh.
Not many moons ago Lewis deter.
mined to try the chase. After seeking
in vain to obtain . horse, be hired . lit
tie active mule from colored brother.
Mounted, his long legs almost touched
tho ground, as the mule cautered along
with him to the merry greenwood.
Lewis was in high spirits. The moon,
at her full, shown in respondent glory.
His well-trained dogs at his heels bayed
joyously over the prospect Of a race af-
ter the cunning old fox. The little
mule pricked up his ears, cut few
playful antics with the long-eared
hounds that now and then shifted at
his heels, and nimbly HE'D away over
the long, long wire grass.
Soon they are upon the hunting
ground. The old veteran of the pack
takes sniff of the ground, and an
nounces by deep-mouthed bay that
he scents the prey. Join in his cry the
opening pack, and away they speed.
making the welkin ring with music
sweeter to the hunters ear than that Of
his mistress. Lewis, thanks to the &C.
tivity Of his mule. keeps we'll UP. ex-
pecting every moment to rouse sly Rey-
nard from his hiding-place.
A half mile is left behind. Suddenly
the dogs fercely bay something in q
log. Lewis rides up to find large op-
possum seated in the forks of the fallen
tree. growing defiance at his foes. En-
couraged by the presence of their mas
ter, the dogs seize and drag the prey
to the ground. Visions of "baked
'possum and tater'' foated through
Lewis brain so wildly that he dis
mounted and rescued the 'possum from
the hounds. Knowing the cunning
creatures art of feigning death he
determined to break his neck so,
planting foot on his neck and Selling
the tail, he pulled with might and
main. Satisfied that the brute was
dead, he tied him on behind, and pro-
ceeded on his hunt.
He had not gone far before his little
mule stopped short, and seemed to re-
fleet for moment. Then, as though
stricken with Est. Vitus''" dance, he
commenced capering wildly, madly,
and vigorously over the wire grass.
whoa! whoa! mule! whoa!' yells
Lewis; " Who-o-o-eh!' But he didn't
whoa, but fans the air rapidly with his
hind legs, and Lewis shoots out of the
saddle, over his head, to mother earth,
splitting the wire grass with his head,
"as boats are sometimes by wanton
whale" Mule sheds the saddle by
slipping through the girth, runs q short
distance, stops, turns around, and
snorts vigorously.
Lewis rises, rubbing his bruises,
catches tho mule, looks around for his
saddle, and 10! the oppossun is run.
ming away with it. The cause of his
disaster was apparent. Tired of his
peculiar confinement. and rousing from
his feigned death, the 'possum, in his
efforts to get away, commenced tick
ling the mules TANKS with sharp claws,
which peri ormance resulted in the col
Ii sion between Lewis and our planet.
Catching up with the varmint Lewis
turned him loose to wander at his will.
And never. hardly ever, will he ever
believe deal 'possum.