The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1899-12-09


p'ny an come nigh lamin' Ginerl Jack
sons war boss.
"'While ago was down on the creek
a-sbootin' cat squirrels. She kicked me
back ards over stump, an then she
made another kick at me as l lay thar
helpless, an eff she hadn't a-struck her
breech ag'in big rock s'pose she'd
a-kep on kickin' tell she kicked herself
clean out NV the woods. Oh, she's
high kicker, femme tell We. 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
Killbuck this mint. This amt the fust
time she's played me such capers.
s'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 Satday
fur Sunday.
1--WE thought NV havin' 'er changed
f'om flint an steel to a pincussion
lock, but when 1 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 rickerlect how
my daddy's granddaddy kerried that
gun an fit the British with SIGH great
slaughter at New Orleans, 1 hain't got
the heart to make any change in FER.
"The wust trick she ever done me
wus oncet when l had baited sucker
hole in the Oothcaloogy an tuck old
Killbuck long fur ducks Ye see in the
winter these big greenheads feed in the
reaches NV the creek, an eff a Teller don't
ketch no fish he has a chance to git q
duck or two, an eff he don't git no ducks
he has chance at the suckers, an don't
waste so much time.
Hit wus cold, frosty mornin' an
purity good skin Nv ice on the edges an
in the low places. / slipped down tc
my baited suckerhole early, an l 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, 1 laid my gun cross my lap an
baited my hook an drapped it in. I'd
made SIGH little noise that not bird
had fiuttered, 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 eff he dared me to take
pull at him.
But 1 wusn't out fur squirrels that
mornin'. When go a-squirrel huntin'
l stick to squirrels, an when I'm out
fur ducks 1 let the squirrels rip an
stick to ducks. hadn't ben settin' thar
more'n ten minits when / 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 OF
| suckers.
"Jest as hearn another quack no
diced nibble at my cork. l stuck the
muzzle NV my gun ag'in the bank an
made ready, beca'se hit was a-gittin' ex.
citin', as still couldn't tell which would
be fust, suckers er ducks. 'Quack, went
the duck, jest round the turn, an q
stronger nibble bobbed my cork.
stuck my pole atwix' my knees an
fetched my gun round in position, fol
sump'n toll me that it would be ducks
fust.
Jest then 'quack' went the duck, an
fine pair NV greenheads came sailin
round the bend, not 80 yards away, an
down went my cork. jerked my pole
with one hand an at the same time
fired at the ducks. Je-whillikins! Y,
thought We hearn blast while ago, bu
hit wusn't circumstance to the report
an at the crack NV the gun wus lifted
clean off'n the log over back'ards int,
the creek. As went jerked the poll
SO hard that flung the little pollywos
NV catfish what'd ben a-bitin' my hool
bout 20 feet high an landed it 'mongs
the bresh above my head.
"That wus the fust thing l nodicet
when l come to the top. The mex wus
tur'ble churnin' in the warter whicl
gradu'ly moved to'ards t'other bank
an finally 1 seed oil Killbuck a-kickin
herself out'n the warter onto the high
land. The ducks wusn't nowhar to b
seed. s'pose I'd blowed 'em clean OF
the face Nv the yearth.
II walked cross on the log an pickle,
up oil Killbuck. She wus a-tremblin
like sump'n alive, an when looked a
the muzzle hit wus split down 'bou
three inches. Ye see when / leant tn
muzzle ag'in the bank wad NV mu
got stuck in it, an wus that eager 1
git shot at them greenheads, an tina
accepted with the fish a-bitin' that
didn't nodice it. had to take her I
a gunsmith an have the bar1 sawed Of
blow the split, but now she's as good a
ever an jest as bad as ever bout kicl
in'."-Detroit Free Press.
Not Going to Spoil Him.
When walking in a bayfield, one after