Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1889-08-03

cudn't skeer out a deen Didn't kes
any luck at tall, so cum back an wua
a sittin' down chawin' away on my bite
O grub. when all 'twunst heerd Bus.
ter, that's the cayuse, Civ neigh an
a snortlike, an he cum runnin' towards
me sif sumthin' wus up. an when
tried to stop him he jist rushed past
like streak, an wudn't be ketched al
all. Wall, / didn't run arter him, but
made up my min thet thar might be a
bar, or somethin' else lo'Gn' roun', an
so ! slipped up towards passel oi
bushes to fin out what in tho Hvin ma
tur the racket meant. About the fust
| know'd'a hull gang OF big bars cum
tarin' out of the bush and started lick.
etty-split, rite towards me, an / hadn't
even time 70 shoot fur they
wuz cumin' in a mighty big hurry,
as zif q cyclone wuz pushin' 'em
along. If / stuck to my gun / know'd
they'd ketch me, so | jist dropped the
shootin' weepun and dug out fer life
Ez luck wud hev it, thar wuz pretty
fair-slzed draw-fsh pine tree near by,
SO made lightnin' tracks to reach it,
and when / got thar l jumped and
ketched hold of a projectin' linn and
swung myself up in a hurry, but the
next minute them bars, five in all, wuz
a growlin' an snarlin' an snappin' ro'
that ar pine tree nuff to beat hull
menagerie. They believed they'd got
me, sure, and they looked up wicked
like, as zif they felt nifty sartin. Any
one o the varmints wuz big huff to
hev chawed me plum to pieces in a SEQ
ont or two and bin fitein' mad cawz
thar wasn't more. l got up in the forks
O the tree about fifteen feet from the
groun', and thar l cinehed myself to
wait thar comm up. Them bars naw'd
away and naw'd away at that thar tree
till they blam'd nj naw'd it off, and !
wuz most afeerd it wud fall, and they
clim'd and clim'd till they'd nearly git
me, and then they'd shake and shake till
they ratified me so that l e'en Almost
tho't I'd hev to drop down among 'em.
But | continooed to hang thar and hold
on in spite of 'em, till l really bleeve
the bars tho't l he'd crowd rite fast to
the tree and cudn't be shuck out at all.
But they war bilin' over with mad and
didn't want to give up the job. 'Spose
If | hedn't Civ them thar bars some
nifty smart raps on the snowts with a
stick that T d cut off the tree they might
hev got NE anyhow, for sartin. But
jist as they'd git up to me I'd give
'em some powerful whacks on
their smellers and then they'd
drop back and wait awhile to rest thar
bloody noses. Then they'd swap and
take turns tryin' to git me, and go the
roun's, until all their noses wuz pealed
pretty bad like they'd been tusslin'
with an avalanche, or sumthin' o. the
kind. The hull time they kept up q
heap O noise and racket, and wunst In
q while 'peared pizen mad an quarreld
an fit with each uther till the hair jist
flew turrible like. Then they'd settle
down agin and git powerful sober for
few minutes. Wall, sir, would you
b'leeve it, them thar tarnal bars kept
me up that pine tree all the biggest heft
of the afternoon, the hull night and till
plum daylight the next mornin', and |
wuz hungry enough to hev eaten
billed stone. Soon's as they he'd got
out O site knocked roun' and foun'
my gun and took the nj shute fur home
arter KILN deer on the way and get
tin some fresh meat didn't find my
stray cayuse, though. fer about hull
week after that, and he had got tarna-
tion wild. But, stranger, I've got 0
dead cinch on them ar bars. Killed
every one of the tarnal varmints.
knowed EN- by the scars ON their noses
whar I'd branded 'em in the tree. -
Fort Benton (Mont.) Cor St. Louis
Globe-Democrat