The Afro-American advance., 1899-11-11


on this yearth he's got control NV oil
ISiilbuek this mint. This ain't the fuaf
TIM she's played me such eapers.
she beats all creation when IL comes
down TO out an out cussedness. I've
had trials an triberlations 'nough with
er to make a Christian out'B the hard
heartedest jew that ever KEEP sat'day
fur Sunday.
I've thought Nv havin' 'er changed
f'om flint an steel TO a piHcussion
lock. but when ] think bout how long
she's ben in the faIably, an how my
daddy hated these new-fangied cap
Engagements what go with the piueus-
sion locks, an when / rickerlect how
my =daddys granddasldy kerried thai
gun an fit the British with sieh great
slaughter at New Orleans, hain't got
the heart to make any change In 'er.Z
''T he wust trick she ever done me
wus oncet when had baited sucker
hole in the Oothealoogy hn'tuek old
Killback long fur ducks. Ye see in the
winter these big greenheads feed in the
reaches NV the creek, an ef a feiler don't
ketch no fish he has chance to git
duck or two, an ef he don t git no ducks
he has a chance at the suckers, an don't
waste so much time.
''Ilit wus cold, frosty moruin an a
purity good skin NV ice on the edges an
in the low places. I slipped down to
my baited suekerhole early. an | seed
f'om the bInbbers arisin that the fish
was a-feedin'. Creepin' out on a log
what wus partly hid by the bush over
head, ! laid my gun cross my lap nm
baited my hook an drapped it In. I'd
made sicb a little noise that not a bird
had fluttered, m a sassy little cat squir-
rel sot on a stump jest cross the creek
an barked an chattered an switched
his tail at me as ef he dared me 10 take
| pull nt him.
but ] wusD't out fur squirrels that
morBin'. When ! go a-squirrel huntin'
! stick 70 squirrels, an when I'm out
fur ducks ! let the squirrels rip an
stick 10 ducks. ! hadn't ben settin thar
more'n ten minits when hearn duck
| quaek 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' whichd be fust, ducks or
suckers.
Jest as hearn another quack no.
diced nibblc at my cork. stuck the
muzzlc nv my gun nR'in the bank an
made ready, beca 'se hi; was a-gittin' ex.
| oitin' as still couldn't tell which would
| be fust, suckers or ducks 'Quack, went
the duck, jest round the turn, an u
stronger nibble bobbed my cork.
stuck my pole atwix' my knees an
fetched my gun round in position. for
sump'n tot me that IL would be duei<s
! fust.
jest then 'quack' went the duck an
fine pnir uy greenheads came sailin'
/ round the bend, not 30 yards away, mn
/ down went my cork. ierked my pole
with one hand an at the same time
/ fired at the ducks. .Ie-whillikins' Ye
/ thought ye hearu blast while ago, bat
hit wusn't circumstance 10 the report,
an nt the crack uy the gun wus lifted
clean oif'n the log over back ards into
the creek. As ! went jerked the pole
so hard that flung the little pollywog
NV catfish what'd be n a-bitin my hook
bout 30 feet high an landed IL 'monRst
the brcsh above my head.
THAT wus the fust thing nodieed
when come 10 the top. The ucx wus a
tur'blc churnin' In the wnrter which
gradu'ly moved to'ards tother banh.
an finally | seed OF Killbuck a-kickin'
hersef outn the wnrter onto the high
land. The ducks wusu't nowhar 10 be
seed. spose I'd bowed 'em clean OIL
the face Nv the yearth.
II walked cross on the log an picked
up ol killbuck She wus H-trcmbln'
like sump'n alive, an when looked nj
the muzzle hit wus split down bout
three inches. We see when leant the
muzzlr agin the bank wad NV mud
got stuck In IL, an | wus that eager 10
git shot at them greeuheads, an that
accypied with the ish a-bltIn that |
didn't nodice Il. I had to take her TO
gunsmith an have the bar'l sawed OF
blow the split, but now she's as good "a
ever an Jest as bad as ever bout kick.
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