The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-07-24


The boy, omboldened by bis
mothers presence, ran shouting
toward the calf aud its oncoming
enemy, whilo Fido found sufficient
courage 10 bark furiously.
"Artie. Artiel" screamed tho torri-
aed mother, "como back !"
And the animal, whatever Il was,
stopped, and then retroatod sullenly,
creeping through an aperture beneath
the log fence and disappearing in the
thick woods.
Mrs. Adams was nearly fainting
with terror, while the boy flushed
with pride at the thought Of saving
bis pet
"Well, did you see anything Of that
WARMTH" asked George Adams, hating
his team at the door, as tho sun was
sinking from sight
Aud both mother aud son related
the narrow escape Of the tethered
calf
''Phewl A pretty near thing. I
wonder he didn't come back again.
Are you sure. my son, that he hasn't
taken your bossy?"
And he patted his boys head.
Hes all right now, pa; but wish
you'd bring him in. He was awful
scairt."
Eyes, will; and I'll fix that crit
ter, see il 1 don't"
And he went into the house and
brought from the loft q stout wolf
strap.
Come and show mo where he
crawled under the fence"
And the father, followed by the
boy, strobe away.
Artie pointed out where the fierce
looking animal had crept under the
fence, and the father found large
tracks in the soft mud.
sits a lucifee, or bob-eat canada
lynx sure enough" he said, opening
the strong jaws OF the trap and setting
it on the side of the fence next the
woods and near the spot where the
animal had entered the field, cover
ing some leaves over it, and fastening
a chain attached to it to the fence.
Then be unhitched the calf and led it
to the barn.
After this he took some scraps oil
meat, went back into the woods and
sprinkled them along to where the
trap was set, and under the fence into
the field.
"There," he said, as he complete
the operation, eff Mr.. Bob-cat comes
around tonight, as Think he will, vel
have his hide.
Artie could hardly sleep that night
for thinking of the glory the morn
ing would bring, and the farmer wa
scarcely astir ere the boy crept from
his trundle-bed and urged his fathe
to go and examine the trap.
Don't be in hurry, NY son." re
sponded the father.
But the boy persisted, and finally,
to crafty him, the man took him by
the hand and started.
But all seemed quiet and peaceful
as they neared the woods. The morn
ing air was sweet and delicious. De1
lay heavy on the grass aud stubble
and birds chirped and sang on ever
side, while the shrill chatter of
squirrel echoed through the woods.
George Albums drew in long breath
with a sigh of satisfaction, thinking
what bright, beautiful world this i
in spite of its tolls and hardships an
then he leaned on the fence and locke
over.
} He started back slightly, for ther
{ on the ground crouched dingy-yre,
animal, with broad, brownish -bac
stripe on its back, its head down clos
to the ground, apparently dead.
| Scarcely thinking what he did, ii
man sprang over the fence and a,
a vanced to where the brute lay.
3 eyes" he said, giving it q kic
p otis a bob-cat. !"
a But the animal, which seemed e,
S hausted by its efforts to escape-f,
y the ground was torn up all around
was not as stupid as it appeared
y be, and sprang with savage ferocit
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