The evening herald. [volume] (Shenandoah, Pa.) 1891-1966, 1895-03-01
A GATOR CATCHER.
AN OLD NEGRO WHO MAKES GOOD
MONEY OUT OF THE SAURlANS.

turosque and striking in all of Pasco coun-
ty, Fla. He is an ex-slave, black as "A De-
cember night and so bent as to form al
most a perfect right angle when he stands
still. For years and years JEFF has devoted
all his energy and thought to hunting
and trapping alligators
All the year around he Is either hunt
ing gators or locating the nest where he
will shortly gather a harvest of eggs, or if
he prefers, a crawling, twisting sackful
of young gators The latter he has made
a speciality for northern tourists. All like
to take home a real live little gator to
some boy relative or friend. The little
saurians are fairly hardy, are not danger
Gus in any way, are very bright and make
interesting pets The market price is
from 81. 90 to 50. 80, according to size and
activity. When one considers that there
are often from so to 100 baby gators
Matched out in one nest, it will be at once
seen that the profits from finding and
catching such a family are not slight.
Still each family is rapidly depleted from
the moment of Matching, and if the
youngsters are not found till a week after
leaving theeggs they are generally reduced
to tenth or less of the original number.
Thus jeff has to keep himself well in
formed of affairs in the gator family, or
he loses money.
On any still calm morning, before the
sun is showing over the cypress banks,
you will see old Gator jeff, " as his
name goes in that region polling his dug
out gently along under the shadow Of the
overhanging trees. The bent old black
will have on only pair of canvas or calico
trousers, tied in at the ankles and fastened
at the waist by belt In the belt he car
ries short, straight sheath knife, with a
or inch blade, and tied to his waist is
a folded sack. Corked up in a small bottle
in his pocket is some red pepper, and
these, with the two coils of slender rope in
the bottom of his craft, are his tools and
weapons.
Suddenly he will head toward a low
mud bank by the opposite shore, where a
big, half sunken gum tree has fallen be-
tween the mud bank and the shore. As he
noiselessly draws near a long, fiat brown
object that a novice might have called a
rock or a small mud bank moves and goes
down, leaving long eddy behind. jeff
knows that is the old bull gator. He
knows also that he has gone below into
the hidden nest, where he will scare out
Mrs, Gator, and then, taking advantage
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his family. Papa gators are the worst
foes their children have, and so jeff loses
no time. He draws the nose of the dugout
upon the mud and then, without a splash
or a sound, slips into the Shiny water He
dives, and an onlooker would wait in vain
for him to reappear and would, when five
minutes had elapsed, think he had been
killed by the old bull or been caught in
vuatar uraee and drowned Int moi Ubogo
gators have a queer fashion of selecting
hollow homes under clay banks, the only
entrance to which is from under water
Here the mother will rear the little ones,
taking them on each fair day to sun on
some nearby sand bank and returning
home every night. If she leaves them
moment, fish or other gators, particularly
their own father, will kill and eat them
all
Frequently, when the fond paternal par
ent evinces too much appetite and at
| tempts to eat one of his babies in the pres
ence of Mrs. Gator he is thrashed and
driven from home In this case jeff has
only the bull to fear. He has, as is his
usual practice, captured the mother the
night before and has got her tied to a stake
near his home. He dives and emerges be-
yond the gum tree trunk and under the
bank in a little washed out cave. Here,
high and dry he finds, when his eyes get
| used to the queer, dim light that filters in
through the creek water, the family of
baby gators Though their mother has
| only been away one night, he finds third
of the family gone, and that increases his
anger, when he hears a snort and finds the
bull is crawling after him from the dusky
corner of the cave. He dips back into the
creek, and when his enemy approaches
! the edge of the shelf thrusts his keen knife
into the leathern belly and gives it quick
turn. An agonized grunt follows, and in
whirl of bloody, muddy bubbles the
| gator plunges out into the creek mortally
wounded Later on JEFF will pick up his
| floating carcass and tow it homeward be-
hind the dugout. Now, however he only
stays long enough to gather up the blink
| Ing unresisting youngsters and tumble
them in a surprised heap into his sack
In about five minutes or a trifle more his
head, with its dripping gray wool, comes
popping up beside the dugout, and he
drops the sack aboard Then he clam bers
IN himself and is off for fresh game.
His visitors and his few neighbors re-
| gard his calling as a horrible and disgust
ing one, full of danger and exposure to
| feyers, but JEFF laughs at this When you
wonder at his foolhardiness in diving un-
der some foul clay bank, when both parent
| gators were at home guarding the young,
he will show two broad rows Of toothless
gums and "Yal Ya!" in the excess of
mirth. He will show you how he can fling
red pepper and totally blind the reptiles in
their cave, how he can stab them or moose
their feet or jaws and, lastly, he assures
you what you never heard before-that al
ligators are absolutely harmless under
water except for the sweep of their big
tails. They can only bite OF use their
jaws on the surface or on land Then,
after he has showed you his pens and arti-
fetal mud banks, where he keeps alive
sometimes 800 little gators till the de.
mand grows brisk and tells you what a
host of dealers he supplies all over the
state, you cannot but admire the sturdy
OLD darky.-New York Tribune.
Unappreciative.
They had not been married very long,
and they had good cook, but one even
ing when he came hnme IN dinner hf