The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1897-07-22

go. l tried the rifle butt business on
him, but it didn't seem to have nomore
effect on him than If was poundin' q
feather bed. Old Jackson come to help
with this Teller, but that ugly varmint
jist more than circused the both of us
around that patch o. timber. Before
I got in my lucky whack that broke the
wildcats back, he had pooty nigh
cleaned me out o. clothes, an had left
a tol'able fair shown o. digs on my
hands an arms-there, We kin see 'em
yit-an' had gouged out old jackson SO
he looked as if somebody had been
pickin' his feathers OF an then tippin' q
kag O. red paint over him.
AFTER broke the cats back, though,
he wasn't much use to himself, but his
spirit was jest as willin', though the
flesh was weak. I hadn't said nothin'
bout the yellin' an on'arthly cattywaul-
in he KEEP up cause hadn't got the
lungs to give 'em to We: When I. got
this wildcat foul served him same l
bad t'ether un, an then sot down on
the ground bout as willin' as ever done
anything in my life. After takin' count
O stock an thinkin', the matter over
says to myself that Iguessed two catty-
mounts an the fight I had with 'em was
bout equal to Andy an his buck, an so
guessed I'd call it a day an go home
an leave the bar till next day, an
then go out an git him, which, says,
J take it'll raise the ante on Andy 1
says. So by an by loaded my gun,
tossted the wildcats over my shoulder
an. pickin' up my hawk, started fer
home.
THAT dog Jackson O. mine is the
greatest dog in all creation, an the first
thing l know'd I missed him, an then
l heerd him huntin' round in the swamp
ag'in, jist as if he hadn't scratch on
him nor q lock or so O. hair yanked
often him. l says to myself that
guessed that if Jackson didn't look out
the first thing we know'd we'd be in a.
other muss, an I hadn't much morn
said 1T fore heerd hullabaloo in the
swamp, an right on the heels of it come
the bar, an on the bars heels come
Jackson. The bar was big one.- Jack
son clutchin' at his heels made him mad,
an he stopped an turned on the dog.
Then, SEEM me, he made up his mind
that was to blame fer the hull darn
business. So he come tearin' fer me
like steam ingine, with his jaws open
as far as he could git EN-. The inside
OF 'em was as red as the inside of tur-
key gobbler's chin, an know'd he
meant business. I dropped the catty-
mounts an the hawk an hinged away
at the bar. He tumbled, but was COM
in so overpowerin' fast to'ard me that
he turned a summerset clean over and
come up squar on his feet, an stood
up SO close to me that had to duck nv
head way back to git out O. the way O.
the swat he made at me with one O.
them big paws O. his'n, and I only jist
got out O. the reach of it, with not an
inch to spare. The wind of his paw al
most took my breath away, so ye kin
mebbe imagine that if he'd a hit me
wouldn't be here to tell about the lit
tie skirmish. Jackson was worritin'
the bar from behind, an guess that
saved me from rassel that 1 was q
leetle too tired to enjoy, fer the bar
turned back on the dog, an that give
me chance to shove another bullet
inter bruin, an that un settled him.
Then l says to myself that guessed
mebbe I'd last till Andy went out an tit
another buck. And guess will, don't
you?"-N. Y. Tribune.