Oxford eagle. (Oxford, Lafayette Co., Miss.) 1876-current, 1891-04-09

NOBODY knows what q woman Il goin'
10 do; they has Gurus idees sometimes
That they has. an you don't have % Be
married. long 10 find en- out, neither.
That punchin' had done the work. he
was mad. bad mad. an though; he'd
eat me sure. lifted mp my gun an
fired. but didn't hit him sho; again.
but was loot<in' 50 hard ut him that l
didn't aim straight II he was mad be-
fore he was ravin' now lie dropped
down on all tours, riz up tall an dread
full lookin', then come down an went
sor me. Both barrels Of my gun was
empty; there want no time TO load; 50
there wasn't but one thing 70 do. an
that was fight like man to man for life
went At him an hit him 20 hard that
my gun fell in two. an then | thought
was done for. Didn't have n mint 10
pick up nothin'. was Just standin'
there. bigeyrt a. a mrle. putin.
BLOWN. dodgin'. bowin' and scrapin'.
tryin' TO keep ont 81 that fellow ; claws
He was gittin' closer an closer.
s~emed 70 me. every mint, but | still
q. an fit FirSs thing I knowed his
paw struck my pants-le2. an open i
" ent clear down 20 tho bottom Them
= a. close quarters. l~. me- tell you-sp
e-ose that I took 10 my heels. too
went rOun' an roun- that brier patch
til was drunk an he after me like a
whirlwfn Lorviy. Ioryfy. NY breath
was all gone. an was. too. Not far
of VIVA a tire. II want much higher n
nc. an had limbs close 20 the groun' /.
\ 4.
/ 10 git somewhere where could rest.
/ for was plum wored out I watched
my chance an made a break Up that
tree | went. hand over hand an feet
over feet
But up come the bar just ike he
was a race horse. went higher. mp to
\ little twig. an of II broke. sottin' me-
fat down on the -roun. ! thought
sure ! was in Purgatory, an was jus;
goin 70 say my prayers when I seen
the bar couldn't see me On account Of
the brush an cut down the road for
home. But NO use ~ thiak could get
| away from that fellow. he was after me
~ second: and such a race. There
was n big ditch that had forgot about.
50 down went To the very bottom. an
be on top Of me- Well sir. he fell like
ne weighed seven thousand ponnds.
though I don't know as he did lie
nearly smothered me fore he begun TO
stir roun'. He struck ne on my head
an Pullcd of half my scalp. then he
chewed of these two fingers. an by the
tiTre he had bit a hole clear through
my leg / scrambled out of the ditch
/ with him close on behind We was
both full Of mud that IL i, hadn't
b.en for the stingin' of them bites
wouldn't have known the bar from
me
Il had = good half mile TO yo vet. and
didn't have much idee Of gcttin' there.
for ! was bout a. weak as a baby
put my best foot front an started an
didn't make such bad time after all
Just got over my yard fence in time to
keep him from taSin' off the other side
of my scalp. a. his havin' 10 climb kind
of stopped him | thought INV race
was over then; but Cinda had all the
doors an winders shet ~ tight
couldn't get in to save my soul
didn't have a mint To spar. 80 I few
'roun' to the hack Of the house. hopin'
"a find someth.n' was open 'roun' thar.
but no. erything was tight sure
was in 4 fix- There was a ladder not
| far from the back door. an went for
/ IL II was hard To climb. an fore /
was four feet from the groun' the bar
caught holt of my ragged pants an
/ pulled me down again
Well. sir. few 'ruun that ladder
| like a kite an yellin' Ia Cinda at the
| top of mr. voice tn open the hack door
for me After I'd been calm an fyin'
for IL seems Ia me half a day. tho
'twan't MORN ten minits. Cinda opened
the door crack an bounced in. fen
on the floor in fit an didn't come to
| till NEXT day.
Tom Biers an seven other men
managed to kill the bar that night. sut
couldn't find nothin' big 'nough to
weigh him Couldn't talk for a week.
/ couldn't walk for six an my leg is
/ shal<in' vet The whole neighbo-hood
/ pulled up stakes an left, an now that
place amt nothin' but pines an bars.
/ Look here. young un. you's too fresh
/ Next time you git such a notion you go
tshin'- Is you bar struck yit?-
Nope. answered Long Jake. pull
ing up bunch of shallots and stepping
back over the fence. I'm goin' back
To work
~ riglar soft he is said Nathan tn
himself I've saf-soaped him good
He's of, way OF. il he thinks he's guin'
to git that bar he's my meat. has
killed dozens an dozens of EN- an
never got a scratch from none of EN-
I'll git that I'm tonight. an lay off to-
morry, 80 can eat bar meat all day.
Dinged IL don't
Nathan .'riz up from the head Of
cabbage. picked mp his hoe. took his
chew from the handle. put it back in
his mouth and proceeded to work his
onionS-Philadelphia Times