The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1888-04-11
"LOVE-SICK" PANTHER.
THE OLD SETTLERS TOUGH YARN.
His Fatal Gift of Beauty Proves Not Less
Irresistible to Mountain Panther
than II Does to Susan
Livingoose.
BY I'D MOTT.

were young 1 were a tearer 'mongst the
gals. 1t got to be so round the Sugar
swamp deestrie' th't If tn was any gals
with their hearts cracked wuss'n an old
:hany teapot the crackin' OF 'em, b'gosh,
were laid right squar' TO me, ev'ry time.
Thar we're Suse Iivingoose. Suse's left
eve had WAY O. shyin' round to wind
ard, an she were leetle sot in her ways;
but one year took to shinnin' with her
10 all the doin's tn was. Bimeby the
other gals fell to pinin', an felt sorry for
'em an made up my mind th't wouldn't
be so mean as to let Suse hev me all the
time, an c'neluded to give the rest OF EN-
a show The day afore Bijah Looms
corn-huskin' l were glidin' by Suse's
house an she hailed me an wanted to
know wat time were comm fer her TO
go to the huskin'. said / wa MT comm
Ter her at all. but were goin' to galavant
Mag McJaggers. Suse got leetle red,
an up and SAYS th't she didn't think,
b'gosh th't for a man ez were going to
marry her 'twere 'dzac'ly the caperfer him
TO be runnin' round the kentry with ev'ry
other Tom, Dick an Harry OF gal tn
were in the destric' The wind often
yaller birds wing could ha' knocked me
over, Squire. | were so sot back. says to
Sue wasn't that leetle suddd r? an Sue
SAYS it mout be or il mowt'n't. / says
wen is il a-comin' off? an she says th'tia
week I'm Toosd'y were handy time, an
th't she'd sot it fer that day.
'Suse were so durn cool an positive
bout it tht my tongue cluv to the ruff o
my mouth. got it down pooty soon an
SAYS:
"'suse,' saws /, wen drop this right
here. I'll elluz be brother TO We, an -
l.. H. ,aI 'N-n
got seven brothers Already, iist seven more
tim / want she saws. W.T. I'm pinin'
fer is a Teller to cuddle up agin an to pay
fer my caliker. I've sot my heart onto
YOU she SAYS, AN tn hain't no more
20 say. Ye kin galavant Mag McJaggers
t'mOr' night she SAYS, but that's the
last. week I'm loosely you an me Is
one
'Suse's squeezed eve shifted to the
wind ard a leetle more'n ever, but her
tother un went through me, gosh, like
a red-hot poker through a shingle.
didn't go to the huskin but pilin' straight
fer hum / shouldered my gun an struck
fer the woods. ! never stopped till got
way beyent Wild Camden Ridge an thar
j pitched my tent, so to speak, an 'mongst
the bars an the wolves an the painters
/ found peace, till one day l
tumbled twenty foot down a ledge,
losin' my gun an wrenchin' my leg so |
couldn't stan up. l drug m'self long the
foot o. the lege till l kim TO an open spot,
an thar L feun' a couple o good sized
caves in the rocks. IL were comm on
night, so / pulled inter one OF the caves to
stay till mornin, VIII n | thought | could
drag back 10 my cabin. don't know how
long l slep', but WIN | woke the cave
were all OF a tremble. II didn't take me
long to figure out wat made it. Th' were
a painter sleepin' Tong o me in that cave,
an jist more thin purrin'!
"Fust along | wished | were back TO
Sugar Camp, but then | 'membered tht
that very day were the Toosd'y week th't
Suse had sot, an shet my eyes an smiled.
q I'm safeter here, goshr saws |.
"But how did wish fer little Dominic
Ripper o. Lost Crow iarren The little
dominic never weighed more'n ninety
pound in his life, and wasn't much taller'n
a bar cub, an he alluz wore buckskin
breeches. But leetle as he were. wasn't
he bowler at distracted meetin's? He
could pound the powerintera six-fOot-f -four
sinner quicker'n could ram down n rifle
ball, an ez ] lay thar listnin TO the rattln'
purr O that paint er, | wished fer the lit
tie dominic, not 90 | thought he could
rescoo me, but cause kinder wanted 10
get some p'ints "a TO my chances after
he'd slid out I'm this vale q tears.
"Mornin' KUN sneakin' inter the
cave an woke the painter up. The
painter riz, stretched itself half way crost
the cave an then gaped an showed me an
openn' inter wich thought I'd proberly
ready for breakfast Then the painter
tip.ioed over 10 me. II put Is fore-paws
ON me an looked plumb In my face. tn
want nothin' ugly lookin' I'm IT, eyes, but
Std o that they was % soft an laughu'
ez n gals Is wen ye ast her II she'll 90 90
the candy-pull. The painter were u big
che one, an artcr lookin at me for u
minute she walked out kinder felt
easier. ! couldn't git on my feet yit so
drug myself outside. The painter eot on
the ground few feet away. She acted
shy. an 81 sh'd kctch my eye her'n ID
drop 81 bashful ~ YOU ever sec.
"Wull, 81 begun 10 feel safe, ! got
hungry. TIL want nuthin' In the
paint er's larder, an thort 20 m'soli th't
The painter mowt ist NJ we'll ha' chawCd
me ~ "a % let nae set thar an etaryc %
death. VILE I was ras'ln' with my
ttomlek, the painter riE up an went
boundin' away to'ards Lost Grow Barren.
She wsro gone Ter n couple hours, an
then she kim boundin' back agin an
fetched with her nice iat lamb
fliaint this painter actin q leeile
quofrr ! saye. Or h this the way they
do wen they hev company
II didn't stop 20 nrgy, but In less timo
tim | KIN tell II, squire, them woods wns
bein' scented with their iust snIif Of roast
lamb. The painter KEEP glapen' az INC
outen a corner Of her eye. She stayed by
me all day an fore night she'd got over.
her bashiulness. an were settIn' right
long side o. nae, iookin inter nay face 81
geEtle "a lawn, an pnrrin' like cat
on the h'artb, only twenty times louder
TO cut this CONTRIBUTION 90 nnt'rni
histry short, squire, alOre night the mex
day the 'stoundIn truth busted w on me,
an felt like tcarin' my hair an thumpn'
my head adn the rocks.
"'I'yc scaped I'm Suse an the gals o
Sugar swamp, says l. Il skinned away,
b'gosh. I'm their love In the ciearin's. an
were tindln' peace IN the wildernest, says
], AN now wat do ! strike7 A painter,
says /. y female painter sees me, M
arter seem me, SAYS l. goes an falls heels
over head and dead IN love with me I!
Goshtl-mighty ! says: 'Hain't none o
the sex proof agin meY
when the truth dropped on me were
braidin' a snare 10 ketch some big trout
had see Ia brook nigh the cave. llavin
no string ] had chopped with nay jack
knife lock y hair often my head 10 braid
an twist Inter a piece long an strong
enough To make the snare The loose lock