Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1891-11-28
UNCLE MATS COON HUNT.
Why He Determined That He Would Carry
Gun Next Time.

Why He Determined That He Would Garry
. Gun Next Time.
From the New York Post.
81 useter be the coon fighter of Kittle Creek"
said Uncle Nat as he leaned back in his chair,
IAN in my day I've seed mo- ups an downs
then JEFF Davis an all his legions. had the
masterest coon dog what ever broke up settin'
hen, an you mought jes' bet yer sweet soul
when that ar dog opened hit wer' no col trail.
1.-The coons got SO bad roun' my place that
jest wer mos afeared to ventur' out O. nights
thout my dog an gun, an, in fac, 1t wer'
almos' impossible to git away fom that ar dog.
He'd lay roun' the do steps with his eyes hat
shet, an I'D hardly git up to eat his sop an
later. but You jest let me put on a coon look an
whistle, an oil Ruler wer' up an agwine in less
time n you could bat your eyes.
Zone evenin' I wer' walkin' the foot log
cross the run, not more'n q quarter fom the
house, an. jest as l nighed the other cen q big
bar coon rls up, with his HAIR all turned wrong
SD out ards. seed right thar that the insig
nlncant oil cuss wer' up fur fight, an SAYS I:
'Of Teller, eft yer want anything out'n me you
Kin git 1t, an that burned quick
II retched roun' fur stick. but the log wer.
slippery, an couldn't turn roun' to git to the
bank, an ther want nothin' in han retchin'
out In kickin'. With that / sided up tell wer'
shore OF gittin' in my work. an / fetched a
heave at I'm wild my foot: but furgot that
had hole in the toe, an that blasted OF wretch
grabbed me by the necked flesh an jist sot his
teeth. The other foot slipped. an kersouse
went into the run, with that cussed coon
a-chawin' my toe, an me a-cussin' an him
a-cussin'. An when I riz he riz, an es 1
crawied out on one bank he crawled out on
tother: an he give me SIGH a look Of reyen-
a,fG l, ALL -, I
seem lack he wer' a-sayin'. oh, yes, consarn
you, you hain't made nothin' out'n me neither,
an l jest dare you to try it agin.'
Il up wild lightered knot an flung it at i'm;
but he lodged it an kin er bowed up his back
and says. A-a-gh. l wer' SO alfred mad 1
couldn't see, an l Jest intermined right then
| an there to fix that varmun..
wen got to the house hit wer' supper
time; but wer' too mad to eat much. An Jest
es soon es Ruler had ct bite called him. an
grabbed up the ak an torch O. fat splinters.
ar started to the creek. knowed dat sullen
oil scounderl couldn't "a got fur, beca'se he
wer' busy a huntin' crswfish long the run.
~ pinted Ruler to the spot where he sot
wen hung the chunk at him. Ruler seemed
to ketch on, an vent OF in lope down the
thicket, an went out to the high land to cut
me better torch. Isplit the splinters long
an keerfully. SOS to have good light wen /
fotch that ole coon to bay.
After a good long while 1 hearn Ruler
open way down the run, an knowed he'd got
a fresh trail, an knowed it warnt noth,n eise
but the same ole cuss of a coon. picked M
my light an fetched a whoop to encourage the
dog, an away went down the creek / wer'
In bigger hurry than common, for l wer'
afear'd kuler'd ketch up wild the coon an the
night I'D all be over afore could git in
lick
But calkiated too shore. The dog KEEP a
yelpin and yelpin' tell he'd run fully a mile.
ana then hearn him openin' in a contrary di-
rection, an knowed ths coon wer' ioublin'
on u.s. KEEP up as nigh as possible, but the
dog KEEP twistin and a turnin, fust one way,
then tother. an up an down an back ards an
for ards. till l wer' q pufiin' and snortin'
wusn baliused boss. At last the barkin tuck
straight c'ose way up to'ards the swamp, an
l knowed fom the way hp wer' barkin' that
the trail wer' gittin' hotter.
"TN.glt You now, blama YOU Thought.
You're gittin' tired now an you'll take a tree
presently
Il walked an run an stumbled over the logs
tell I'd gone near bout two mile, when
heard Ruler a barkin' fierce. lack he d freed
l whooped to i'm to hor fas and then struck
out through the swamp to whar he wer. an
every step tuck cussed that coon fur leadin'
me SIGH a worrisome rackit Bipeby busted
into slash and waded across an thar sot
Ruler at the foot of a stoopin' bla' gum lookin'
up an barkin every now an then to keen
me posted as to his wharaboLts.
"'Ah, you dinged, internal oil corn eater
I'll git you now,' says l, and begun to pre-
pare.
Ruler jumped up an down wild excitement
whilst walked slowly round the tree a tryin'
to shine the varmints eyes.
AT last l located EN- in a thick bunch
o moss an leaves. jest whar the tree bent
over, am thinks l, 'them's the masterest
coon's eyes dat ever shined in all INV horned
days"
The gum wer' big un, an you know they's
the toughest trees that ever growed an l did
dread to tackle that ere tree. 1 thought p'raps
the thing mought be holler; 50 laid my light
keerfully on little tussick behint me- and
hauled off wild the Ak an hit the tree jarrin'
lick.
"'Swish-sh. Sump'n breshed my head, an
Knocked my hat off, an struck the light kerdab.
an squinched it like fash; an the mex mint
l felt sump'n rake me down the back. an great
Je-ru-sa-lnm! Ruler fined in the row. The
varmint fout. l fout. Ruler fout. We all
three fout. Such a rummagin. an gougin'. an
scratchin'. an screechin you never hearn sence
Noer built the ark.
you'd halter go a long ways to fin q scorch-
liner place. fell down 'mongst the Goals an
swlnged my whiskers, an the coon lipt on me
an KEEP ciawin', an Ruler, he ipt on the
coon, an there we had it. l tuck i'm a comm
an tuck i'm gwine The coon growled am
yowled, and Ruler howled an squalled, an I
kept q cussin' every chance got; an the mud
an blood an hair got in my mouth an INV
nose an my years an my eyes, an such q time
as we had thar in the dark wish NAV die eff
I ever want to speerunce ag'in.
FINALLY got aholt Of Q chunk an rig TO INV
knees, an fetched q swipe at the varmint an
knocked po' ole Ruler into the middle O. next
week. The varmint kivered i'm, an then i
fetched back-handed lick at the yarmint an'
knocked him out o time, an Ruler kiyered
me, an SO we had il.
AT las Ruler grabbed the thing by the neck
jest a. catcht Ruler by the tail. an. e. he
shuck the varmint shuck him, fur / wer'
skeered ont o my senses. an e. slunR him
around got in q salty lick on the varmint
what laid him out. Ruler finished the lob. an,
a'ter he stopped chawin' on tho cyarkiss, 1 sol
down by the root o. the tree 70 ketch my
breath, for III sw'ar wer' nigh bout gin
out
AFTER rested o bit struck light an tuck
look at the coon, when, Great Jeehovy hit
wer' the bigges' catamount ever seed. All
that time I'd fout an fout, thinking hit wer'
cussed ole coon, an hit . great big yailsr-
spotted Wildcat
Il tell you what got out o. that ere place
in tihy, an mex time I went coon hnntin'
tuck my gun"
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