The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1881-09-27

A Georgia correspondent writes to
Forest and Stream: Lewis Robb, our
barber, six feet in height, 175 pounds.
! is passionately fond of hunting sly
Reynard. To enjoy this fascinating
pastime Lewis will mount anything in
sthe shape of horsehesh.
3 Not many moons ago Lewis deter
mined to try the chase. After seeking
{ in vain to obtain horse, he hired lit
& tie active mule from colored brother.
Mounted, his long legs almost touched
8 the ground, as the mule cantere along
with him to the merry greenwood
j Lewis was in high spirits. The moon,
at her full, shown in Respondent glory.
s His well-trained dogs at his heels bayed
sioyously over the prospect of race az
Ster the cunning old fox. The little
Amule pricked up his ears, cut few
splayful antics with the long-eared
Ehounds that now and then shifted at
*his heels, and nimbly hied away over
sthe long. long wire grass.
d Soon they are upon the hunting
& ground. The old veteran of the pack
Etakes sniff of the ground, and an
snounces by q deep-mouthed bay that
she scents the prey. Join in his cry the
aopening pack. and away they speed,
4making the welkin ring with music
sssweeter to the hunters ear than that of
shis mistress. Lewis, thanks to the ac-
5tivity of his mule. keeps well up. ex-
Epecting every moment 10 rouse SLY Rey-
7nard from his hiding place.
s A half mile is left behind. Suddenly
sthe dogs fercely bay something in
1log. Lewis rides up to find large OPP
zpossum seated in the forks of the fallen
Stree, growing defiance at his foes. En-
Scouraged by the presence of their mas
$ter, the dogs seize and drag the prey
Ito the ground. Visions of baked
4 postum and tater'' foated through
3 Lewis brain SO wildly that be dis
. mounted and rescued the 'possum from
s the hounds. Knowing the cunning
4ereature's art of feigning death he
i determined to break his neck SO,
planting a foot on his neck and selling
zthe tail. he pulled with might and
%main. Satisfied that the brute was
dead. he tied him on behind. and pro-
s ceeded on his hunt
s He had not zone far before his little
8 mule stopped short, and seemed to re-
aect for a moment. Then, as though
stricken with ssSt. Vitus' y dance, he
y commenced capering wildly. madly,
and vigorously over the wire grass
. Whoa! whoai muiei whoa! yelis
3 Lewis: Who-o-o-eii!'' But he didn't
8 whoa, but fans the air rapidly with his
z hind legs, and Lewis shoots out OF the
4 saddle, over his head, to mother EARTH
3 splitting the wire grass with lis heaa'
= . as boats are sometimes by Wanton
8 whale.a Mule sheds the saddle by
D slipping through the girth. runs short
"a distance, stops, turns arouha, anu
. snorts vigorously.
Il Lewis rises, rubbing his bruises,
Z catches the mule, looks around for his
. saddle, and 10! the oppossuln Is run-
8 ming away with it. The cause OF ills
q disaster was apparent. Tired OF his
peculiar confinement. and rofsing- from
q his feigned death. the 'possnm. IN his
8 efforts to get away, commenced lick-
q ling the mules TANKS with sharp claws.
ii which peri resulted ia the col
s. |; sion between Lewis and our planet.
d Catching up with the varmint Lewis
& turned him loose to wander at his will
d And never. hardly ever, viii he ever
snliava daad 'nnssum-