The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-12-14
SARGE PLU.NKE1'T.
Brown Relates Some Wonderful Stories
a bout His Hunts in Old Times.
. Atlamta. Constitution.


I know one thing, when they fell they
crushed out q field of young corn
"Corn in winter? Gee, whillikins!
exclaimed all the children at once.
Brown scratched his head and look
ed at me helplessly, but | failed to
indorse his story and left with the re-
mark
''Whososver starts out to lie must
have good memory to make a sue
cess.
never saw my old friend for two
or three days after be closed his hunt
ing story, but he is all right now. 1t
is hog killing time at our house, and
from where l write | can see my old
friend squatting out by she fire broil-
ing mslts for himself and the children.
He has pone of cold corn bread in
his hand and will make his breakfast
right there off of the melts and would
not exchange it for breakfast at the
Kimball. We are both too old to
take an active part in hog killing, but
we like to linger around the place
where it is going on, and you will al
ways find Brown with little bag Of
salt and supply of corn bread. He
is sprinklipg a. broiling melt now with
salt and / think will be excused for
hurryiug out to where he is.
thought I had closed this letter,
but the impudence of Brown when |
went out to where he was pro-
vokes me.to reopen it. | never got
any melt-that is the most Of my
grievance-but on top Of that, when l
arrived out at the fire what should my
old friend be doing but telling OF
great coon hunt he once had down on
Flint river. soon discovered that
Dick Holland was with him this time,
too, and being that the children seem
ed so ell pleased between the melts
and the story, l let Brown spread him
self with somewhat of admiration for
his supreme irupudence in offering to
relate another hunting expedition SO
soon after his other nights experience.
I don t know what he had told before,
but I caught his tale just as | ap-
preached as without a break he pro-
ceeded:
"By this time we were at the edge
of Flint river bottoms, and Dick being
little in front of me, yelled out that
the dogs had treed. We were soon at
the place, and sure enough, they had
treed, and we fully expected to see
frst-class coon fight in very short
space Of time. Our game seemed to
have gone up tree which had fallen
from the bluff and caught in the top
of big bottom white oak. By the
time we were there one Of the hounds
had already started out on the tree,
and quicker than / could tell it, there
was small scramble in the tree top
and the hound went numbering to the
ground in the bottom below US. |
told Dick that was no coon-I thought
it might be bear-but while We were
discussing this point another deg had
got up among the branches and met
the same fate of the first one, and it
seemed to me that every bone in the
dog s body would be broken from the
way he hit the ground. Before we
had time to consider what was best for
us to do bulldog that Dick had
brought along was on his way out the
bending tree and We let him go.
Quicker than l could tell you, there
was little commotion in the tree top
and numbering to the ground went the
bulldog and our game. 1t wasn't no
coon.
"What was it p asked all the chill
dren.
s'It wasn't a thing said Brown,
"but Bob Puckett old butting billy
goat.
"Gee-whillikinsl' exclaimed all the
children in chorus. while Brown
gulped down the last piece Of melt
and went saunteribg toward the horse
lot. SARGE PLUNKETT.
What we need in this country,
howled the political orator, is an
oloet;o o,rr,ncv-' HR;rht Won arc