The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1889-01-12
gis out noways-jess like packed in a

gi* out noways-jess like packed in a
box.
Neither one had emmy advantage.
N neither one cud git out, so they staid
thar'n fit. An SIGH fitin'! Tn bar
tried t. hug n cudn'tgit ahold. He'd t.
Lite, N tn lion KEEP up SIGH a motion II
w discouragin' t. try. TIL lion KEEP its
hind claus agoin' like CREASED lightin'.
n every rake went through n fetched
blood N gently more or less meat.
Course it didn't take long t. git t the
bars inside fix'ns ct tibet rate. N all
this time tn two KEEP up tn most
owdacious howlins y ever heerd.
Reckin tn old mountin never heerd tn
like afore. How long / watched tibet
fight l dom no; mought er ben ten
minits; mought er ben two hours.
Seemed like cudn't keep my eyes often
'em nohow. Finally tn lion managed
T. squirm roun' some n kinder git on
top. Then / seed tn fun w most over.
He jess nachully ripped up tn bars
belly n mighty soon he'd it bout
empty. Thet ended tn fight. But tn
bar uz no SLOUGH. Time tn lion w got
so fer along tn bar gifts hold on his
nose n holds on like grim death, n
gifts his paws roun' tn lions neck N
hugs fer all he's worth. AFTER while
tn bar laid still n jess kicked once n
awhile, but didn't let go neither hold.
The lion tried n tried, but couldn't git
loose. Then kinder KEN t. my senses
n put bullet in tn lion. He Civ one
screech bigger'n I'd heerd n Civ last
kick.
Then begun ter scratch my head
bout how w ter git thar carcasses
out O. thar. They w down bout fifty
feet or more, n no gitten' 'em up tibet
steep wall. Then thought + hev ter
60 down inter the canyon, ennyhow,
arter tn body o tibet pore Injun gal,
little Peet, n mebby I'd find bit O.
life in her yit n cud tell tn old folks
sumthin' more cheerin' then tibet last
jump into eternity O. hers; when, Lord
bless me, whadyer spose happenedp
Thet blamed little Peet herself poked
her frowzy head from ahind a rock
t'other side o. tn tree n looked up at
me n smiled. n nodded, n said, .Peet
all right Eff ye couldn't a. knocked
me down with feather. I'm liar! 1
wuz never ez glad t. see ennybody
afore in all my nachul born days. Cum
T. inquire n LUX into tn thing, it
wasn't 80 blame wonderful. Tn gal
d jumped right into the tree-top. Thet
ketched 'er, n what I'd thought w her
a goin' down hill wuz only bit o. rock
t shuk loose n rolled down tn canyon.
She'd slipped down out o. tn tree all
right, an jess got out O. tn way O. tn
two varmints when they KEN down.
too. She lodged ahind rock n let
'em fight it out She w out blackber-
ryin' when she run across the old she
bar an cubs on tn same arrant. y tn
bar d TUX arter her. Peet's close
wuzn't much when she got through
them briers. but barrin' some scratches,
the gal herself w all right.
"They amt much more t. tell. Peet
found way up, n went down n took
off tn pelts n cut a right smart chance
o'bar meat fer Peet t. carry t camp,
sted o. the berries she did't git. I've
got both skins out thar, n here's one
O. tn claws o. tibet lion ter show fer
the days work"
The old man held up his trophy. If
he is as veracious as it was ugly and
sharp and wickedly suggestive, then
there can be no doubt of the truth of
his story Of very unique and thrilling