The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-12-14


Brown, yawning, as he threw himself
back in his chair and takingonsoneof
his most sorrowful looks.
eyes, Christmas" I ventured !;
but Christmas is not what it used to
be-.
ssNot by a jugful," retorted my old
friend, pertly.
I don't know whether it was the
mention of the ''jugful' or something
else, but anyway, Brown suddenly
revived from his droopy mood and
wanted to talk, and l let him spread
himself.
.sThey don't have nothing now like
shey used to have. This shooting off
fireworks and such like is nothing. L
wantto shoot sure enough guns and
shoot at something. II feel like i'll
could just go turkey hunting one
more time and bring in q fine gebbler
or two that I would be satisfied for
che rest Of my life, but there are no
turkeys now, and if there were, all the
land is posted and a fellow is not al
lowed to hunt.
Nv old friend can tell such fearful
stories when he is allowed to spread
himself that I was tempted to allow
him to stop at this, but I hate tc see
him in his gloomy moods, and so l
encouraged him by asking him ques-
tion about some Of his old hunts.
Even the children saw that [ was will
ing for my old friend to spread him
self, and they gathered around him
pretty certain that my presence would
hold him to the truth, while they
would hear something good about the
old-time hunts that we used to have.
"How many at any one time? ne
asked, more to be certain that we older
people wanted to hear him, for | am
certain he heard me plainly
EYES," said I, ''that is what we
would like to know
"Well,'' he said, thoughtfully, as
he looked in the FIRE and bit off
chunk of tobacco; "well, the truth is
shat 1 don't know as I could tell just
for certain my best days hunt in the
olden times, but remember one oc-
easion distinctly when me and Dick
Holland killed a whole drove and
there was thirty-seven in all-twenty
hens and seventeen gobblers.
"Gee-whillikins,' muttered Mrs.
Brown, as she lay her pipe up on the
mantel and departed for another room.
"You needn't gee-whillikins moth
ing about it, said Brown, in an in
jured tone.
Nothing unreasonable about that
for old times" l said, more to soothe
my old friends feelings than other
wise.
'sNo, there's not. said Brown,
bravely, 81 can't tell thing but
what she's gee-whillikins about it or
something else and I've stood it ABOUT
as long as I intend to-if cant talk
I won't work, dinged if do. .
Nothing unreasonable-not bit, :
1 repeated, encouragipgly.
ssNo," said he, ''not a bit. and that
is not ALL
"Go on, said l.
"That was not all by jugfull-
them thirty-seyen turkeys. While we
were behind our blind killing the tur-
keys the dogs had followed on our
tracks, and just as we finished up the
turkeys they had treed. Of course
we went to them, for it was along in
Christmas times and we were on the
hunt, and what should we find but
big hollow whiteoak plum full of pos
sums-sixty:one."
"Gee-whillikins,' said my old wO-
man, as she rose and followed Mrs.
Brown.
Nothing unreasonable about shat
for old times. said 1, for saw Brown
felt hurt.
"Not thing, said he, as Ire
glanced at me and took good look at
the children.
'Not bit unreasonable for old
times" said 1, as stopped and threw
on piece of lightwood.
"Not bit,' said Brown, "and that
is not all. Just about as we finished
putting the tails Of the 'possums in a
split hickory to mold them here comes
a drove of pigeons--wild pigeons
and they began to light on the big
trees around US till limbs were break
ing and trees attending. Dick Hol-
land run, but l didn't fred into
them with both barrels and there fell
so many aud so fast that the7 crushed
me down and like to have smothered