Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1883-11-15
UNLUCKY ELL G0GGINe.
How He was Hunted by al Energetic
Panther.

The following is true story rs mar
lated by Bum Capps, u Georgia
cracker:
Thar was nobody a Twin in the
fCCks o Peach Tree and Pea Vine them
days but my daddy and Uncle Peter
which Uncle Peter lived cloast to whar
the two cricks jine, and daddy about
half 4 mile furder Up. Neighbors was
sea ace, and thar were power of var
miuts in the woods.
Any painters? Yes. big 'un. He
used TO come around our house of
night and have the biggest kind of
rumpus with our dogs Manv's the
time I've seed the dogs run i'm when
ne d be crosSin' from Peach Tree to
Pea Vine and back.
''Nell, thar was a man ND thar By
the name of Ole Man Gogcins. which
he had right smart o. hogs. One dav
he heered a HOG a squealin' down the
swamp, an he to,e his two sons. Bill
an Sam. 10 90 an see what was pes
term OF it.
bill and Sam went. they did. an
they hadn't cot nowhar afore they seed
that pesky pant'r jes' everlastinglv COB
bling up one of the ole mans best kill
in hogs.
Both the boys let in to holleriu' as
loud as they could squall to skecr the
varmint off, an the painter turned
loose the hog, an taken after the bows
Cs hard es he could tear
Hit was lively times Jest about then.
No grass never growed under them
boys feet-not es anybody knows on.
But Bill, he stumped's toe, he did, an
sprawlcd off on the ground, an afore
he could git up, or even say his prars,
the panther lit onto i'm an commenced
to chaw i'm and scratch i'm dreadful.
bill were monstrous skeered, but ne
had sense enough about i'm to make
out like he was dead, an the varmint
kivered him up with leaves an truck
an tuck. arter Sam.
"Ole man Goggins heered the boys
when they gin the fust yell, an him
an Jack Peters drapped what they was
q dom an run down toward the
swamp.
The ole man had is gun-which it
was a double bar'l shot-Cun-lOaded
with squirt shot, an Jack had bic
knife.
We'll. they hadn't gone fur afore
they met Sam jes' 4 gi;ten' up an dust
in, an the painter after i'm like
streak o creased Iightnin' through a
pine thicket
"Wher the painter seed the men 4
comm he stopped of sudden like, an
turned back toward whar Bill was
lynn es still eli he was dead sure enough,
which he was bad hurt
Thar the pant er stood, switchin'
OF his tail, an groWlin', es much es to
say:
This yer's my meat, an I'll tear the
hind sights oh'n any man that posters
of it.
"Ole man Goggins felt powerful ju-
bous. Thar lay his son nj about dead,
and he was 'bleeged to Git him away
from that hungry varmint-least-ways
to try. But hit went mighty 'gainst the
grain to tackle fuIl-grown painter
with u thimbIcful o small Slot.
''While the ole man was studyin'
what to do, an dom nothin', the pan
ter made like he was 4 go.n' to set
down an make his dinner off n pore
Bill, 'thOut even askin the blessin'.
The ole man couldn't stand that.
He up with his gun, he did, an blazed
away with both bar'ls.
when the smoke CT AIRED away thar
lay Bill 4 moanin', and the painter was
UP a gum tree, not more n twenty foot
from whar the ole man Goggins was q
stan'in' Jack Peters was right behint
the ole man, which he'd been thar all
the time, q lookin' like he wished he
was somewhat else.
j i, -
err il d take YOU TO say Jack Robinson,
fore the yarmint lit out'n that tree on
10 ole man Goggins' shoulder like .
thousand o. brick on rotten pump
kin. Hit knocked the ole man ker-
flummux on the groun', an his gun
flew out'n his hands about ten foot.
The painter hilt onto his shoulder
with his teeth like death to q dead AT
rican, an it did pear like the ole man
was going to be ct up alive.
''But Jack Peters run up, an with
one swipe Of his knife he cut the var
mints throat from year to year.
Did that kill him? You can jes'
make affidavy it did But he hiIt his
holt on the ole mans shoulder jes' like
he was alive, an an | amt sittin'
here this minute eff Jack Peters didn't
hat to prize his jaws apart with stick
o wood fore ever the ole man could
git loose.
1.-The ole man an boy was both laid
up long time, but they oVered it at
last.
That ar boy was the onluckiest
chap ever l seed, for arter he got well,
thunder struck him. But he overed it,
an one night he stole q melon, an
whilst he was runnin' off with it, a
moggerson bit him, an he oYered that,
too. Then he stole a horse, and went
to the penitenchry an sarved out his
time, an when he come back, he killed
man, an they hung the drafted thing
an got rid of i'm Wilton Burton an
Golden Days.