Warren sheaf., 1899-11-09

! that when he turned her loose on the
British she kicked down whole COM
p'ny an come nigh lamin' Giner'l Jack
sons war hoss.
While ago I was down on the creek
a-shootin' cat squirrels. She kicked me
back'ards over aSstump, an then she
| made another kick at me as I lay thar
helpless, an eff she hadn' a-struck her
1breech ag'in a big rock I s'pose she'd
a-kep on kickin' tell she kicked herself
clean out Nv the woods. Oh, she's a
high kicker, lemme tell ye. She's as
good a gun as ever wus, an she's ben
| in the family fur fo' generations, but
eff ever the devil possessed any critter
on this yearth he's got control Nv OF
iKillbuck this mint. This amt the fust
time she's played me such capers.
"She beats all creation when it comes
down to out an out cussedness. I've
had trials an triberlations 'nough with
'er to make Christian out'n the hard
heartedest Jew that ever KEEP Sat'day
fur. Sunday.
I've thought Nv havin' 'er changed
f'om a flint an steel to pincussion
lock, but when I think bout how long
she's ben in the family, an how my
daddy hated these new-fangled cap
| 'rangements what go with the pincus-
sion locks, an when I rickerlect how
my daddy's granddaddy kerried that
gun an fit the British with sich great
slaughter at New Orleans, I hain't got
the heart to make any change in 'er.
| The. wust trick she ever done me
wus oncet when had baited sucker
hole in the Oothcaloogy an tuck old
Aillbuck long fur ducks. Ye see in the
winter these big greenheads feed in the
reaches Nv the creek, an eff a feller dom t
ketch no fish he has chance to git a
duck or two, an eff he don't t git no ducks
he has chance at the suckers, an don t
waste so much time.
Hit wus a cold, frosty mornin' an a
purity good skin Nv ice on the edges an
in the low places. I slipped down to
my baited suclerhole early, an seed
f'om the blubbers arisin' that the fish
was a-feedin'. Creepin' out on log
what wus partly hid by the bush over
head, laid my gun 'cross my lap am
baited my hook an drapped it in. I'd
| made sich little noise that not bird
! had t1uttered, an a sassy little cat squir-
rel sot on stump jest 'cross the creek
an barked an chartered an switched
his tail at me as ef he dared me to take
| a pull at him.
But wusn't out fur squirrels that
mornin'. When go a-squirrel huntin'
l stick to squirrels, an when I'm out
fur ducks I let the squirrels rip an
stick to ducks. I hadn't ben settin' thar
more'n ten minits when I hearn duck
quack jest round the bend, an cooked
my gun an KEEP one eye on my cork
an the other on the bend in the creek,
wonderin' which'd be fust, ducks or
suckers. =
"Jest as I hearn another quack no
diced nibble at my cork. stuck the
muzzle Nv my gun ag'in the, bank an
made ready, beca'se hit was a-gittin' ex-
citin', as 1 still couldn't tell which would
be fust, suckers er ducks. 'Quack,' went
the duck, jest round the turn, an a
stronger nibble bobbed my cork. I
stuck my pole atwix' my knees an
fetched my gun round in position, for
sump'n toP me that it would be ducks
fust. go
Jest then 'quack' went the duck, an
a fine pair Nv greenheads came sailin'
round the bend, not 80 yards away, an
down went my cork. I jerked my pole
with one hand an at the same time
fired at the ducks. Je-whillikins! Ye
thought ye hearn blast while ago, but
hit wusnt q circumstance to the report,
an at the crack Nv the gun wus lifted
clean off'n the log over back ards into
the creek. AS I went I jerked the pole
so hard that I flung the little pollywog
Nv catfish what'd ben a-bitin' my hook
bout 20feet high an landed it 'mongst
the bresh above my head.
"That wus the fust thing nodiced
when come to the top. The mex wus a
tur' bic churnin' in the warter which
gradu'ly moved to'ards t'other bank,
an finally seed OF Killbuck a-kickin'
herself out'n the warter onto the high
land. The ducks wusn't nowharg to be
seed. s'pose I'd blowed. 'em clean off
the face Nv the yearth.
L walked 'cross on the log an picked
up oil Killbuck. She wus a-tremblin'
like sump'n alive, an when looked at
the muzzle hit wus split down bout
three inches. Ye see when I leant the
muzzle ag'in the bank wad Nv mud
got stuck in it, an I wus that eager to
git shot at them greenheads, an that
accypied with the fish .a-bitin' that I
didn't nodice it. I had to take her to
gunsmith an have the bar'l sawed off
blow the split, but now she's as good as
ever an jest as bad as ever bout kick
in detroit Free Press
Not Going to Spoil Him.
y When walking in a bayfield, one after
noon with her husband Lady Warwick