The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1892-12-31

the Squire S Tcttln OuCOtnInOn SOClaDlC
all to wunst, han't hep l says
"'How So? says M'riar.
"'W'y, says, he's stopped at the
gate moron Il dozen times this week.
i says, AN asst p'tic'lar how you was
l says. AN how yer lard tried out
says, AN how my roomytiz were
says, AN if my Eaters was rottin' any
| says. AN if VIC wouldn't like TO try
n roastin' o his spare ribs says, an
seemed terrible anxious,' says, about
how things was turnin' out round our
premises in gincrl, l says It's ben Il
year an better SAYS, 'scncc the
Squire has ben so uncommon Sociablc
an anxious. Wat do y sposc has
struck him, M'riar?' says.
"Mcbbc he's liccrd,' says M'riar,
bout them three bar'l O cider we've
rolled inter the cellar says She.
"'B'goshH says I. That's it,
The Souirc's response to this sally Of
the Old Settler was lost in the burst OF
laughter that the latter called forth,
and when quiet was restored he was
serene and good-natured, and the Old
Settler was bcaming again. But he
was not to be diverted from what he
had set out to narratc, and he immcdi-
ately resumed:
"Lippy Conkright, he says to me one
day, he says: 'Silc, tha's slammin'
big buck jist achin' fer 4 dose o lead
over on Wild Camden he says. Less
go an plug some inter it,, he says.
That jist suited me clean through, an
we went"
"'Will " drive the ridge? says Lip
ply. Or will v stan on the runway?'
"'Wull, Lippy,' says, 'bcin's it's 4
cold an squally day an the runway is
the toughest job I says, you kin
drive
$50 Lippy took the dogs an went off
back on the ridge TO start out the big
buck. put myself on the OF red oak
runway an waited for the unfort'nit
deer to cone along. hadn't ben there
ten minutes fore of on the scrub oak
barren l sec Il golthumpin' big bar
acorns My gun were loaded heavy,
kin tell We, an says to myself:
Sec here, bar says, you como y
lcetlc higher, b'gosh, an I'll lief 20 har-
vest yc.'
"Wull, the bar, not sccin' or gittin
scent o me, KEEP on fccdn' higher an
higher, an | could II bored him ez
easy ez BORN n hole inter Il sap trGc,
but it came over me, cz the bar fed
along, that wat I wanted to do were
to hev patience
1--WE hain't out artcr bar l says.
Vein artcr deer, an il plug that
bar says, the buck is liable TO hear
it an Shy off fer some other runway.
an ve won't Git him. / says. But
says, ii hcv patience, tha's y future
right here on this red oak runway
says, thatll make comm ginerations
hor up their hands an WONDER says
$50, hcvin' my gun loaded heavy, an
hevip' patience, l stood thar in the
blustcrin' cold an waited fer the future.
The bar fed higher an higher, an
come SO close, b'gosh, that l could "a
twisted fur outen him with Il ten-foot
pole. Then he fed away aG'in, till he
got most out O. range, an then 'sposc
hadn't "a had patience? I'd a drawcd
head an plugged that bar, spilled the
future, an my gray hairs d q gone down
in sorrer to the grave cv'ry time I'd a
| thort of it,
"W'le the bar were feedin' away
from me two great big white swamp
I
an went to grass almost where could
touch 'cm. Them kind O rabbits was
sca'cer than money in Sugar Swamp
deestric' jist then, an money were so
sca'cc that folks usety come twenty
miles to git a look at a silver shilrn'
my pap brought with him from Jersey.
If I'd "a had my chico I'd ruthcr
gathered in them two big white rab-
bits than the buck or the bar, an if I
hadn't had patience an my eye on the
| future I'd u banged away an got 'em.
| But let 'cm feed an said nuthin' Ez
the rabbits fed around a flock o pleas
ants come pcckin' an pecllin' out inter
the openin' right in front O me. My
nanny were considerable low with Il
fever i'll them days an had been
cravin fer hunk O. pheasant. I'd
been out cry day fer a week, an /
couldn't git pheasant to save my giZ-
zard, an here was half dozcnt or
more. an all had to do were to pep
per 'cm over. come pooty nigh raisin'
my gun an bangin' 'cm wen my eve
got onter the future ag'in, an stood
still in the cold wind an waited.
"Or Jcdgc Sniffets, Mt the county
scat, had Il standin' offer O. sixty dol
lars for the skin Of Il silver gray fox,
but tia hadn't one o them foxes ben
seen III the dccstric' fer ten year. Ez
stood there waitin fer the future, with
the big bar fccdin' in lords me ag'in,
an the white rabbits nippin' the grass
around me, an the pheasants pcclsin
right in front o me, 1 heerd sumpin'
in the brush, off to my right, an peek
in out o the corner o. my eye, wat
should l see but shiny silver gray
fox.
GOSH thinks I. an l thunll it