Feliciana sentinel. [volume] (St. Francisville, La.) 1877-1892, 1885-05-16

it'dA gone on, an the business o. the
roaosd suffered
..SAccording to that says !, the
peceay must be q pusher.
ssEOt more vim in him. says the
nat1n, than any other citizen o Texas
| 'cep2the centipede. You mustn't fur
| git t4meet the centipede. He'll make
We, ,laeh The pec'ry's got memory
| fongG n thrum h'yer to New Orleans,
| too, IN the chances is that you'll meet
| then fellers agin that ye see to-day.
Mind ye. now! Don't stawp yer in
Gre as rnns. when We went hack
| nert day, there in the very same spot
was the remnant of the drove OF pee
carries.
".Waitin' fur US, by gravy' said my
| fireman.
| $50 they were. As we tore down
ON EN- they braced up and met us face
to face. They sprang at the wheels,
grabbed at the side rods, and fought
every truck in the train as the cara
passed them. A dozen Or more OF
them were killed. The peccaries didn't
follow us, but when we went back on
the next trip, there, at the same spot,
was posted all that was left OF the |
drove evidently waiting to revenge the |
death of their companions. The drove
was reduced to twelve. The twelve
planted themselves square on the track
facing us, and nevor moved an inch as
we dashed upon 'em and scattered em
right and left along the rails. Looking
back after the train had passed the
, spot, we saw one solitary peccary left
alive out of the drove. told the
native, at the end of the run, about the
persistent pluck of the peccaries and
about killing them all but one.
".I don't s'pose well see him again
/ said
:. ".Oh, he'll be thar said the native
F., .Ye kin bet a bucket O liquor he'll be
= = thar! Pec'ries don't know setch
: thing as backin' out OF fight lie II
q be thar,
And he was there. We could see
:. him for mile ahead of us, when we
/, went back next day. standing plumb in
> the middle of the track, or. rather,
sauatting on his launches, waiting for
le us. Il seemed a pity to run him down.
At He rose to his feet as we drew near
l. him and rushed forward to meet us.
I The engine struck him and hurled him
ut fifty feet out into the woods. We had
e? finished the drove.
Il feBeh eHs peseafs aps 5saSy 1884 pfnf a@aS
ca There was a time when nothing wouit
in kill a peccary but the poisoned arrows
er of the Central American Indians, ou
We that was before the days OF Winchestel
r;fss A bullet from a Winchester il
a inst searching enough to find a pee
er carv's yitals, but the range don wan
H. to be too long. When man goes on
as bunting peccaries he doesn't trll
mt Iiobtlv through the forest. and, stealth:
rht unon the unsuspecting game, bring !
in, down with his unerring rifle. NO no
he when he hunts peccares. II he dlo
ad nineteen seconds after he fired his tlrs
ay shot he would be apportioned on
Of among the drove in two-ounce ,ot:
buttons, boots and baggage counted II
of ...No, s-a-a-h!' said the native ran
rosder to me once. The pec'rv hahn
ain eo; no use f fear. An as + bei'
the tcaph, I never heerd O nawthin' nc
1ey wiar as tough as they be. A hip OF
ing nus is only jis' l'arnin' to be toug
ght 'Enpside Of a pec'ry. If didn't kno
op. nSways else that pec'ries WASH zee
my o nawthin' an was tough, Ia kno"
cut thrum what I see with my own ey
on. once. l see q cycloon tearin ~.
the over the perairy one day, an llghtni
the was iaggin' about in it like tireworE
the An roar? Great t'rantuly's gho
tier how it did roar! l was SO 'feerd tina
the lis laid down an shuck. The clio
all was kin o. cattvcornerin' way thru
had me. an want more'n a quarter OF
ling mile off. 1t was cuttin' right along
,ris- orass, an oh. how that lightnln
IN / lac, / had to keep my eyes on 1t,
here what did see but big druvo pee T
urse tearin' right along to git in front OF
left, an tackle it. Its roarin' had 'sturt
like 'em, l s'pect, an they jis' resht out
but oit a lick at it. Waal, now, 1t
flew swooped Mr.. Pec'ries up inter
s rs bowels bout as slick as anythln
to ever see, an then fire begun to fly
got chunks out O. that black cloud-Pie
here O. lightnin', foot long. some OF
s de- ".That cycloon's grindin' sass1
out O. them pee 'ries, sure, l says,
!, lis they're more'n maxim the sparks
out O the mill, says l.
'aper .Seddintly the cycloon turned
tore back towards whar l was la,
ney?' 'feerd O. my life. 1t passed by IN
nigh that l had to dig my fingers
bet, toes in the dirt an hold on to
thrum j'inin' it. AS it slid by L
alton what was maxim the fire fly. L C
see them pcc'ries in the cloud as I
ody's as kin see you this minute, an
1uple was nippin' into them sharp jag
d out lightnin' tooth an nail. an a bitli
dam an tbrowin' out chunks o the az
ays l. dealin' stuff foot long. l fol
laid that cycloon with my eye for ten
dered1 an could see them chunks o ligh
20 then falliu' all the way. Jis fur curio'
nativeI walked over the track O that
hogs mex day, an never foun' dead pc
but come out in sight of a flo
hens 'em feedin' jis' whar the cycloon Il
train. an I could see that they was SIM
leetle. an know'd they wus the
70 had tha+ bad tackled that big ball o