The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1900-09-30

!, taxes a cup. an then 1 la1s. VINO you eolI
here buyln' damaged goods, watts tn matte
Of you, anyhow.
} Quail! says he, shiyerin' an feelin' fr hi
goggles an not indin, 'em,
Quail, hell says |.
Man says he, don be profane nur jock'er
Take NarnIuH
4 grabs him an pours a cup down him, an
then he tells me that w'lles he's sitttn' Their
recltin' a pome called Peppers Pass, writ by
q Tailway teller name Brownin'. a quail CONF
outn tn woods. walked up to him, billed lln
ia IN eye win a wing, knOckin. his google
inter Ia fro aud then tried to walk Oh with ia
Jug. lie toriI 80 circumstanshul like | haddel
blieye him seen SO many funny things II
"a woods ! bIeyo mos anything untell prove
It's "a lie. BOgg, aid this here quail vas moreI
two feet high an had a breast on MN Ike q
turkey gObbler. His eyes was red, he had d
bill curved like a s'ode, he had spurs six inches
long an a whistle ike a steam MIN. IL were
them spurs what made BOggs. XII IN axe.
We had more cups that day an went TO
10 come 'roun' borTyin' trouble IL we're n
o'clock an IN fired died down tn naturalist
give a whOOp Ike a elght-fOot saw hittin' a
slx-fOOt hIckry IOg an l landed ON my feet,
starin' 'roun' like was crazy myser / heerd
Il noise like thunder an ] see some big obJec'
scooun' way IN IN dark an bout four yards
,boye the groun'. ur mebbe four an q hal;
Tn jug were tilted over an ii were tn SCUM
O. its guggiin' wat brought me TO- l leaped
az II an Strengthened 1t up an hefted II an
foun' we hadn' los much. an give a long breath
O relief. BOggs were pnin' wood on. tn fire.
his teeth clickln' tgether. an wen the flame
got up he showed me his rlHht ldlg, SIX lnCneS
'bOve th' ankle they was a cut a inch deep,
Ike somebody'd done 1t with a sharp knife. =,
That's We're he bit me. BOggs says, moaiin
like a leere chile, z, he'd a had ~ ne blood
ef l hadn' let out that yell. That fetched hum.
Ass, | says. 'that'd fetched anything
outsider a deei man dead ir SIX year cred
'Didn' know / had it tell jus then says he.
,oon ,TGd 1ays L. Y9q s bsr IT, II I, now bN ,b an, yT9
| says, ] druther be 81 by tn quail "A have
my yeu-druIns busted w'les I'm sleep says /.
'Boggs smiled. but sickly. an says: Gimme
Here It's | says but If you goin' to let
out some more whoops like that, you Rotter
take tn axe In tn mornin' an go out an fight
out Win N quail wopidn' yen that-a-way
fr a bird blggeru' III hotel. says 1,
dunno, he says, Wy that surYigrus
kind to au'muls. / wouldn' ct them trouts
ef | hadn' had penderceeters
'Yass says, but yop done ct 'em an
.TwiI' then an. daylight B2gSs got nightly
heartsned up On, yen we hRd breakfus, he
he says an ef ! ain back by dark come out
an I'm my bones, in case they's any o. 'em
lef' an give EN- Chri,tuq burial | wanteTr
wat ever climbed a tree. I'm a naturalist an,
'w,en BosG- went way | got up an looked
in, too, but | fovu' N track q The quail clost by
tn place were he'd knocked tn jus over. .ne
mace n tlTee-tNeU sign, SIX an n quarter lOCneS
long by four an a hsT inches wide, Wen seen
that | took a cup ur two myself. | ain denyin'
that all day | We're mighty skeery,
Long bout dark | heerd q Clumpin' In tn
bushes, an got my feet un'er me ready TO hike.
That year could do five mile in twelve Ininits
through the woods; II were Bosgs, howsom-
face an his sapd-hill crane laigl bendin' un'er
him. He stood atore me, chokin' an gasIin',
fs II Wi tS%S b hin r Tye %.ni s1 20 b sit F em yG back lR Sni
out his han an says In a Whisper Ike
as, I t%a as 4 t61s.. 'G dR g@ST cnpr tb ! si wsi item 9 an'
he sets down an tells me this tale:
I struck tn trail fight here in camp an
1t r SIX mile n%ortheas by north. Then
It took a ben an follered it three mile south
ess' by south, II took another ben fr two
mile south by s%outheaS' by south an then run
lS tI mile due sn wS %Ii, I lbds6 6rG G q hhs me to a SS Sog tSe
leaves turnin' red. / could tell by tn 4hortenln'
tn stride, o, the bird that be were gittin'
with neryis fingers, determined 10 have his life
r. his maleeciols night attacks on my pre-
tor four hour. n an out among
.hen tn noise % the bushes bein' broke down
Sere plain To my years. Fact l., after a hour
D, trail got 70 he,t,wo feet wide, an IT run n and
'ut In the crates fashion YOU ever see. Gimme
'upl Fiuerly / see a tree twenty foot high an
climb up it f'rto takealook, May never shed
10 more tears on IN grave o. Ralph Waldo
part o whose name I'm carryln', II
hat beas' hadn't travelled 'roun' In them bushes
ell he'd broke EN- down SOS they spe.t, my
" ten foot vide. "B-O-G-G-S."
Wat did | do' Wat would, any mar do2
fell out,n H., tree Anger seized me- an says
hlrsty this here BIRD has got a sense q humor.
un'er these here conditions, wat d be tn
elton O. any one o them Of trappers an hunt
llcrs writin' bout? Wat d Francis Parkman
10 If he were live an here today Its ev'dunt
tell night e1 / don stop him. Also r.
y,,dunt that In ordert GIT mex J. sgtter begin at
h las' letter an spell II baCkerds." Thats tn
way, | r~ee1uned II out an ! wanter I, say it's a
ard thing { git IN BOStng i%uterlec' Z goin'.
struck tn trad az tn lower cend o. tn letter
/, an holdin' my axe over my right shoulder |
h. ui-stroRo o. the istteT o Ne Was face =
ACC af9re he knowed weTe any clostor To him
ran oe 81 aat 9I%s an. AZ as S Ssf4a ! zee CIV 4,m IL T5o nd n ,
amp an -ks%%raad d" s'is%ss years q gr r"yf1'@ @u rH ]
bTt me on "a iaie an robbed, pc o., sleep. ,
Vat forl' tn. quail ~,ratchcd ht- bill with ,
Is left foot an that rium" to un'erstan' It :
avs ]: How'd Peppers Pass an, .Laylocks I
AN 'cm, DID you?, J. shore don't lie took =
al ont wide an that toll me / had him were :
a loon had tn minner. They were a red han =
tied roun' my haid. SOS nc butterfly !
,". an : | took il on an wiped my gorg rISs ,
hon ! looked inter his large liquid eye an he: ,
,ok"d inter my large liquid eye, an, says +,
ON neither on us, he turned an worked his !
sy hqGk 70 q, y send AMI come out'n tbs :
Percy paused 70 throw a crust Of bread az a !
.lipmuuk and the other man asked What t
ncam" Of Naturalist ,Boggs;.., =
/ book an write M story o. m camp: said ,
+, were roin' 10 name It tn Quail O. III, Fan :