The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1890-02-13
SAMPSON'S BILL ARP.
Special 10 The CAUcAsIAS.


were 80 many ] thought | could
grab some of them and make
them pick out the cotton and L
would watch them and haul it
to the gin myself, but I'll bet
ten to one III get swanped, for
| never shot at a whole drove
of blackbiI DIS and hit one yet.
You can always count on a ne
gro until after watermelon time,
tLen he gets like a Mustang
pony or fight, you don't know
what is going to come uext.
You have not got to have any
mercy when you go to break one
Of these ponies or git in a fight,
if you do you are done whipped
already and the adversary looks
new fields to conquer.
/ locked all around the fence
to see the prospects. | saw the
wheat was coming up pretty,
and it bid fair to make a good
crop. | felt good, for | knowed
when corn vas scarce and mon
ey too, long in June, I could
have a nice time eating dabs out
of what is called seconds" at
ter pouring over them some of
that sorghum syrup | made last
year and a little butter, if the
old COW has calf early this
spring. If she don't am gong
to turn out the year.ing, shut
the cow up and keep her to
milk any how.
As | came along back | struck
in with my cid friend "Clayte.'
Says lie, hellow. Says I, how
are you? Says I, what's all the
fun? Well, | hain't much,
been making preparation for
hauling some ditch banks, talnt
mighty good, but it helps to
change the earth about anyway
Well, says he, come over tonight
have got a good o'possum dog
snd we will go hunting. I'll
get the lightwood by the time
you get back. He told me
where to meet him, and when !
got there he was there waiting
He had his ton ch lit, so I lii
mine. | told him to go ahead
would follow, as he knew the
" oods. So he set the dog out
I went along close behind, just
right to get a lick in the face
by every limb he turned loose
| began to philosophize. That's
just the way with some young
men in life. They take some
model to follow and they get
knocked down every step. Sc
| concluded to watch his light
and take my own road.
Far in the dark and gloomy
woods We wandered. He re,
marked the dos did not hunt
we'll. | think there must be
some bad spirits around. TOLD
him Iexpect there vas. I had a
pint of "bug juice" says he; lets
wet our whistle and we will he
able to hollow TO the dog better
Around it goes; clears his throat
and he said seek 'em pup. On
we went till way most day, an6
my torch burned low and tine
tar began to drip on my hands
And l felt like | did not belong
to the Sunday school. We stop
ped TO rest and fix our light:
down beside the swamp. [ con
cluded to sit down aud let tn,
dog trail around while | snuffei
my torch. And as l did, Holy
Moses, such a snap in the leaves
Thunder and lightning! Alliga
tor, snakes, tarrepins, hollow
rain, whistls. Help! l made ;
desperate spring. 1t was no go
, | had sit down in a tIapper stee
trap. 1t did not have me, bu
my pants. I told him to stel
on the springs but he could no
get to them, so the only altern
ative was for me 10 divest my
self of the bosom Of my pants
, By the time | was extricate
! from the trap we heard tn
!, voice of the dog ring out clea
upon the nights still and crisp
air. He had come to bay. No
a sound was to be heard excep
the clear shrill bow-wow. OF
, my pants. l am glad its not da!
, After much wandering througl
the branch we reached wheI
the dog was standing in th
: edge of the field, in an old grav
yard and gloomy place it wa
J. Yes, the 'possum was in an oil
grave, and as my friend got
c stick to pull him out, it growle
c heavy, and it sounded like th
r walls from a silent tomb. Blu
says he. he grnwls heavy.
sounds like a he 'possum; but L
bet its all old SOW and SUI
enough it was. She had a L
of young ones all clinging
her. l said how are we goiT
u to carry her. Never mind, L
i cut down a saplin and split
i and put her tail in it. / fe
t. sorry for that 'possum, as [ Ii
had mine in q steel tran