Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1900-01-13

kritfsh she Kicked down a whole com
p'ny an'eome nigh lsmin' Giner'l Jack
sons war hoss.
While age was down on the creek
a-shootin' cat squirrels. She kicked me
baok'srds over a stump. an then she
made another kick at me as lay thar
helpless, an eff she hadn't a-struck her
hreech agin a big rock s'pose she'd
a-kep on kickin' tell she kicked herself
cleaA out Nv the woods. Oh, shes a
high kicker, femme tell We. She's as
good a gun as ever wus, an she's ben
In the family fur TO ginerations, but
eff ever the devil possessed any critter
on this yearth he's got control NV Oh
Kinbuck 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
heartsdeSt Jew that ever KEEP Sat'day
fur Sunday.
"rvs thought nv havin' 'er changed
rom flint an steel to pincussion
lock. but when think bout how long
she's ben in the family, an how my
daddy hated these new-fangled cap
Engagements 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, hain't got
the heart to make any change in 'er.
"The wust trick she ever done me
wus oncet when had ba{ted a 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 Teller don't
ketch no fish he has a chance to git g
duck or two, an eff hedon't git no ucks
he has a chance at the suckers, an don't
waste so much time.
Hit wus cold, frosty morpin' an q
purity good skin NV ice on the edges an
In the low places. slipped down to
my baited suckerhole early, an 1 seed
fom the blubbers arisin' that the fish
was a-feedin'. Creepin' out on a log
what wus partly hid by the bush over
head, I laid my gun cross my lap an
baited my hook an drapped it in. I'd
made SIGH little noise that not a bird
had huttered, an a sassy little cat SOUR
- 49, III - StaAhP jest CEOSb TIC GIGck
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 thss
mornin'. When go a-squirrel huntin'
1 stick to squirrels, an when I'm out
FUR ducks let the squirrels rip an
stick to ducks. hadn't ben settin' thar
more'n ten minits when hearn a 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
suckera-
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'sc hit was n sittin' ex-
citin', as stin couldn't tell which would
be fust, suckers er ducks. 'Quack.' went
the duck, jest round the turn, an q
stronger nibble bodied my cork. I
stuck my pole atwix my knees an
fetched my gun round in position, for
sump'n toll me that 1t would be ducks
fust.
Jest then 'quack' went the duck, an
o fine pair NV gree,heads came sailin'
round the bend, not 80 yards away, an
down went my cork. I terked my pole
with one hand an at the same time
fired at the ducks. Je-whillilrinsi Ye
thought ye hearn blast while ago, but
hit wusnt circumstance to the report.
an at the crack Nv the gun wus lifted
clean oh'n the log over back ards into
the creek. AS went I jerked the pole
no hard that I flung the little pollywog
IVA catfish what'd ben a-bitin' my hook
bout 20 feet high an landed 1t 'monRst
the bresh above my head.
That wus the fust thing / nodiced
when come to the top. The mex vyus a
tur'ble churnin' In the warter which
gradu'ly moved to'ards t'other bank.
"a finally seed OIL Killbuck a-hck;n'
herself out'n the warter onto the high
land. The ducks wusn't nowhar to be
seed. s'pose I'd blowed 'em clean or
the face Nv the yearth.
II walked cross on the LOG an nickeS
up OF Killbuck. She wus a-trembliu'
like Eump'n alive, an when / looked at
the muzzle hit wus split down bout
three inches. Ye see when leant the
muzzie ag'in the bank wad NV mud
got stuck IN 1t, an wus that eager 20
git shot at them greenheads, an that
accepted with the fish a-bitin' that
didn't nodice it had to take her to
a gunsmith an have the bar1 sawed off
blow the split, but now she's as rood as
ever an Jest as bad as ever bout kick
fn.-Detroit Free Press.
Not Going to Spoil Him.