Daily Los Angeles herald., 1884-03-19
Al ARKAmsAW MAN,
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There Is o certain type OF
Arkansaw man that hurrying civi-
lization 10 not likely TO jostle. He
is not exactly the old squatter,
nor is he the small farmer, but be
is the wild and wsyward child oi
circumstances over which he does
not care to exercise control. He
went to the State in 1916, and
settled on the left prong Of Dry
Fork creek. He married, as he
expressed it, "a rite smart chunk
O. q gal, and began housekeeping
on q floor made uneven by the
burrowing Of moles. Unlike the
sauatter, he does not withhold
information. Bless you, no.
He'll stop work and talk to you
all day. He'll tell you more lies
in halt an hour than yon would
think possible for an unskilled, t,
uneducated man TO throw off ir q
years time. He won't tell the
truth, and It is said that he never
made the effort in that direction
The scene OF his career never
changes, and the incidents Of
to- day can with certainty be
looked for Tomorrow. At morn
ing Q kind OF q patched-up COW
stands at the semblance Of fence
surrounding his house and hooks
u ragged, sharp-featured hog.
This performance Is repeated at
evening. g.
why don't you. clear up more
land?' was asked by representa-
tive OF enlightenment.
"What fur?"
why, to make livin on"
II make living on what I've
already clsr'd."
"Bat you would make a better
living il you would clear more. .
"No, reckon; it 'ud take o
much time ter tend ter 1t that the
livin' would step outen reach"
"Do you ever kill any game
around hereP'
II reckon I do; killed the big
gest bar day afore yesterday
ever seed. l want lookin' fur
bar, but had tuck my gun and
santered out airter q turkey that
l heard goblin up the boiler.
By the time l got thar he was
gone, and l sot down with my
back agin . tree. All O sudden
l seed q monstr'us bar put up his
paws on a log not fur of, an
stretch up an take q fair look at
me. I drswed up my gun easy.
tuck aim at his breast an touch
the trigger; wall, sir, l never
heard such squall in all my life.
He jumped up, ran about 200
yards, an tumbled over. Oh, he
was q monster. was sorter
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ing his jaws after bein' shot, he
grabbed a hickory saplin', went
roun' and roun' till he twisted it
up BY the roots, an then he
dropped dead. The neighbors
all said he was the biggest they
ever seed. Why, when I seed
him in the tree I didn't know
whether to shoot him or not,
fearin' that he might fout me
airter bein' hit, but he fell like q
log and didn't move. 1t tuck
me three hours ter skin him. l
sold his skin fur $40 an his meat
fotch me don't know how much.
Bar huntin' is mighty ticklish
bix'ness. When l first seed him
wadin' up the branch l thought
he Was goin' ter show fight, but
when l drawed on him an toch
the trigger the work was done
l never seed water fly 30 in my
life, an q deaf an dumb man
could or heered him holler.
had ter got a horse an drag him
outen the water. Thar amt nigh
as many bars here now as thar
uster be, an think this here one
was sorter outen his line o biz ness,
fur when l seed him up mong
the rocks he bobbsd aroun' like
he was afraid, an I jes' did git a
shoot at him as he lodged. Ben
livin' here now fur l don't know
how long, but I never seed such
q painter before. He laid on a
limb an was jes' about ter jump
down on mo when I shot him.
The dogs grabbed him as he fell
an we had mighty lively time
don't be in a hurry, stranger.
Well, er good day." He would
have kept on this way for three
weeks. No, he has never made
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