Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1885-05-20
SACKRIDER.S LUCKY DAY.
He Slaughfers Two Large Wild Cats
and Bear.
BESIDES SECURING A BOUNTY HE WRISTS THE
LAUkELs FROM HIS BROTHER-IN-LAw AND
Is SUPR aMELY HAPPY.

BESIDES SECURING A BOUNTY HE WRISTS THE
LAUkELS FROM HIS BRoTHER-IN-L.Aw AND
Is SUPRaMELY HAPPY.
From the New York Times
MONTICELLO, y. ", May 17.-Yesterday
afternoon q raw-boned, sun-burned fellow,
bearing the unmistakable imprint OF the back
woodsman, with the pelts OF two enormous
wild cats siung over his shoulder, entered
| Sheriff. Morris Mansion house, in this village.
kin We tell me where I m0wt find the teller
that pays the bounty cattymount scuips,n
he asked the sheriff He was recognized as
Uncle George Saciiridcr OF the wilds of Bethel
township, who is we'll known as n hunter and
trapper. He was soon surrounded by a group
OF curious loungers, who gazed in wonder at
the skins, which We're the largest OF the kind
ever seen in this region. where wild eats no
uncommon sight. After being told that he
would receive the bounty for the scalps at the
county treasurer'S Office he was flooded with
inquiries rs II where and how ne had killed
the two great animals from which the skins
had been taken. Throwing the pelts on the
huor, he leaned against the bar, and gave the
following account of his exploit:
We'll, said he, lit was this here way. Ye all
remember how my brother-in- law, Andy Couch
tackled the Dig buck he wounded last fall, an
how he lit 1t fur welI-;igh an hour till he was
all but tore to strings hsscif fore he killed it.
ne story bout that, ye know, got into all the
papers, an Andy was the biggest man there
was In al our section o country. That light o
j! about tiie gdDlieSt thing that
tiohC III our woods an / was glad he made it all
| hunl,y, but KEEP thnkin to myself that l
didn't calculate to let him be the only man
there was in the country, an KEEP my eye
peeled for Il little streak OF luck myself. /
looked fur ii all winter. but il didat come my
way, fur ev'ry bar or buck Shot .llus seemed
To drop deade- n stone, there wa mt no fight
left in EN-. began to think that guessed I'd
have to wait till next fall an winter. when
tother day accidently diskivcrcd that there
was big bar sloShin round in Clinton HUller,
not fur from where Andy made the buck give
called Old Jack. my dog, an says to myself that
| guessed we'd handler out an see if me an
Jack an. the bar couldn I pick up muss twiNt
us. An 50 We m andcrcd.
I'D ben out fer bettern an hour an hadn't
see nothin' @ the bar. 1t was pooty hot IN the
swamp, an so begun to edge out lords the
openin to git some fresh wind. Jack he KEEP
huntin round. and know d if the bar was
anywhere in the country Jack'd be sure to hus
swamp see a rouSin' big hawk sailin long,
lOOliin as III he mOwt be Sarchin' fer Il rOOSt on
cloud somewhere, an says to myself that L
guessed d see If couldn't knock Il feather or
two out II him. jiSt to try my rifle. so up an
bangs away at him. He good ways up,
but I've got him nailed on my barn door now.
Jack was huntin round ali the while. off in the
swamp, an hadn't scarcely got my gun down
from my shoulder when | heerd the deuce an
all of n time mOngst the laurels. | says to my
self that guessed old Jack had nosed bruin
outn his hidin place, an the next second the
brush opened, an out didn't come the bar,
but the wild cat that was wearin the lttcSt
o them skins there, an that's big enough fur
any any decent lee wild wild cat l guess Well he
fire quick an the conscience was that didn't
git the ball into the spot where wanted it. an
only broke the varinint's shoulder QUicker'n
chain lightnin' that cat turned an sprung at
me. hadn't no more loads in my rifle. an so
met the wild cat in the air with the butt o.
at nm bout as quick as he had jumped at me,
an socked one o my number 'leven cowhideS
pump on MS neck lore he could recover an go
ur me aSin. He squirmed over on his back,
though. as slick an eel. an, h iStin his hind
claws ketched me Just b low the knee al ripped
the breecheS an boot leg OF down to the ankle
as easy as / d spud the bark OF II hcmlock.
He took tribe o my hide with 'em, too, but he
didn't have Il chance to clutch no more of it,
fur smashed his big head in with lick from
my rifle butt; and he give up the ghost.
WEI that was all nice an, easy as fur as it
went, but Jack want satisfied with nOsin' this
Teller out, but had KEEP huntin round in the
swamp all the while was gittin' away with the
catIymount. Conscience was that | hadn't
had time to draw a long breath, when. jew-ho-
600! out jumped the former owner o. that big
gest hide there. He see that had made car
case o his mate. an didn't wait fer me to pitch
in, but jist opened on me from the word 90 |
tried the rifle butt business on him. but 1t didn't
seem TO have no more effect on him than if |
my help this time. but that ugly varmint list
more than circused us both around that patch
o timber. Before got in Il lucky whack that
broke the wild eats back he had pOOty high
cleaned me out o clothes an had left a tol'able
good shown o digs on my hands and arm
there We kin see 'em yit-an' had goIIrod old
Jack so he looked as if somebody had been tip
pin a kag o red paint over him. AfterI broke
the cat 5 back, though, he wasn't much use to
hisself but the spirit was jist wilin' as ever
II the flesh was weak. haint said nOthin' bout
the yellin' and onearthly cattywaulin he KEEP
up, cause haint got the lungs to give EN- TO
ye. Well, when got the wild eat foul served
him as had tother one, an then ] SOt down
on the groun' bout as willin as ever done any
thing in my life. After takin' count o stock
and thinkn' the matter all over. says to my
self that guessed my two cattymounts an the
fight had with fem was bout equal to ANDY
| OF = loo hon
let the b ar rest till next day, an then go out
an git him, which, | says to myself, that l
guessed d kind o raise the ante ON Andy. SO
by and by loaded my gun. tossted the wild
cats over my shoulder, an pickin' up my hawk,
started fur home.
THAT dog Jack o mine is the greatest dog in
all creation, an the fuSt thing know d missed
him, an then hcerd him huntin round in the
swamp agin jist as if he hadn't Il scratch ON him
nor a peck or so O hair yanked DIN him. |
says To myself that L guessed that il Jack
didn't look out the fust thing we know'd we'd
said ii fore / heerd another hulabaoo in the
swamp an right on the heels of it come the
bar, an on his heels come Jack. The bar was
Il Dig one, an Jacks clutching at his heels
made him mad, an he stopped an turned on
the dog, an then seem me he made up his
mind that / was to blame fur the hull darn
business. So he come a tearin fur me like n
steam ingine, with his jaws open fur as he
could git HIM the inside of 'em was red as
II turkey gobblers chin, an l know q he meant
business. l dropped the cattymounts and
hinged away at the BAR. He tumblcd, but was
50 isi>I 10 lTuS HE tIllt he turned
set clean over, an come up square his
hind feet. an stood up close to me that
had to duck my head way back to git out of
the way q the swat he give at Inc with one O.
them pawSo o. hisn, an just got QUITO the reach
OF 1T, without an inch to spare. The wind o his
paw almost took my breath away, so We kin
mebbe imagine that if he'd hit me wouldn't
be here teliinl bout the skirmish. Jack was
worryfn the bar from behind. an | guess that
saved me from n rasScl that was a leetie too
tired to I'M v, fur the bar turned back on the
dog, an that give me a chance to put another
ball into Bruin. an that one settled him. Then
| says to myself that guessed mebbe I'd last
till Andy went out an lit another buck; an |
guess | Will, don't you?'
Then the old veteran went to the treaSurer's
Office and received the bounty for the scalps
and then sold the skins, after which he started
back to his home in the backwoods on foot as
he had entered the town.
buried Alive.
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