The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1891-08-22

"'Shoot him! Shoot hinr Lige hollered.
halt cryln', ez he see me come inter the
openin'
But couldn't ha' shot the side of barn
Jist thae minute, fer the sight were SO CON-
sarned comical that l had all k'd do to
keep from rcllin' an hollarin'. To see me O
iayln' back an larin', 'zif I'd bust, vile he
mort he we're jist on the pint o. bein' eat
by bar, seemed TO knock all the voice
outen Lige. fer he never said another word,
put KEEP prancin' an jiggin' it around on
Top O. that stump 'zif he'd made up his mind
20 dance ez long ez he could, an thea tum~
bic of n be chawed.
Inc bar didn't pay no more 'ten.ion to
me thin if hadn't ben within ten miled o.
the openin'. His grudge agin Ligs were a
pig IN, sartin, N a. last the circus got
kinder old to me, N Lige looked like he
were 'oout on the pint o. dropDin' off, m
SO put couple o slugs in bruin m he laid
GOWN. Lige slid down from his stump, m
ina were only one reason WY be didn't pitch
In n give me the durndest kind O. alickin'
right thar n then, he were so powerful
mad But Lige know'd he couldn't do it
n so he jaw'd spell N then cooled down
n told me how it happened.
, haln't no hunter saws Lige, m that's
the truth, but got it N my head, says he,
'th't most anybody KID Kill a coon. So I Dor
over Yender,' says Lige pointin' to the dead
dog IN the openin'. 4 borried tho gun "a
the dog says Lige, m started after coon.
Me n the dog hunted moren four hours
says he, m never see the sign of q coon
Then we started fer hum. We was goin'
cross this openin' here, says he, IN all of
sudden the dog begun to growl m rristle up
at sumpln' in the brush. l thort it were the
coon at last SAYS he, m creep owe: to'ards
thA - - =
at The dog creep little furder. | opened
the bushes says he, but didn't see no
coon. L opened 'em some more, says he
n thar stood that sockin' OF bar. dropped
back to give the dog q show says Lige,
but the dog didn't seem to want 20 take it,
Pm the BAR kim tearin' outen them brush
like HURRICANE He went fer the dog
says Lige. N / banged away both bar'ls at
the bar, but it only seemed to cheer him on in
his little fracas with tho dog. Seem that he
were maxim short work o. my borried dog, ,
says Lige, 1 thort the best thing KID do were
to climb fer higher land says he, IN
skinned up that stump If I'd ben a second
later I'd never got there, fer the bars claw
grazed my heel ez | drawed it up. That's
all they be to it. says Lige, ''cept th't the
bar had me up that stump four hours fore
you showed up, n hev my doubts says
he, 'wuther l KID ha' stood it more'n four
hours longer says he.
"Wull, continued Ben, :'me N Lige got
the bar hum, m he were a 30O-poupder.
Ez to that law pint, now; who did that
bar b'long to by rights, me or Lige
Mooler"
you, O. courEe!" said Reub Foss.
"a healthy court o. jestice you'd bel" ex-
claimed the squire. "Cordin' to the law end
eckity o. the case, m to oil perceedents, the
bar belonged to both you m Lige, in ekal
undivided halfs!"
That's your law, is it?" said Ben. "Wull,
then, say durn your law ag'in. That
bar didn't belong to nuther me nor Lige,
by gravy! By rights it b'longed to 81
RICHTER, the man that owned the borried
dog, N we give it to him, too, by gravyw
Then Ben babe the squire aud Reub good
night and went on his way.
Ben may be all right on that pint,
Reub," said the squire, ''but faint 'cordiu'
to law N eckiEy-'n' perceedent, N it won't
holdr
Course it won't, squire !" said Rsub, and
they walked toward the crossroads tavern.