Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-01
At the Big House
Mr.. Wildcat Goes Turkey Hunting.
Copyright by Bolles- Merrill Coz

"Landy!' said Classy, after the story of
old man Flint Rock, "ef dat Hyar' ain
beat all creashun. Seem lax he got mo-
gumption dan all tu'rr creeturs putt to-
ge'rr. Sho! gimme man lax Mstah Hyar'
whar got plenty git up an sperit to i'm"
And she tossed her head and looked scorn-
fully al Tim.
Look yer. gall" said Liza, you dunno
wat you talkin' bout. Eff you kin lay yo
han on good stiddy man. you better teck
him an thank yo stars. Desc yer lively,
gaily folks lax Mistah Hyar' does well
huff ter pass way de time wild now an
den. but wen hit comes ter Twin wild em,
OATS anu'rr marter. Sidesen dat dey git
kotch up wild ev'y now an den jes' LAX Sis
'Phrony bin tellin' you. Mistah Hyar
want so smart but wat he git his nose
good an smash"
"Wellum.' said Tim, in his slow drawl
II bin studyn' heap bout de creeturs, an
1 bin wunnerin' eff dey don none un 'em
play desc yer tricks asseptin' OIL Hyar''
bless yo' SOUL answered 'Phrony, "dey
all un EN- had FRANKS. mo- less, some
mo- some less Now dar Mistah Sly Fox,
he kind er prankish sometimes an Mistah
Tarr'pin. too. an l members one time Wen
Mfstah wheat tucken hit in min ter play
trick. dough to be sho dat wuz sort er in
de line er bizness wen he wuZ out fer de
puppus er gittin' hisse'f dinner
Coonie, the house boy. was sitting on the
hearth, leaning against the chimney jamb,
head thrown back. more than half asleep,
but at the mention of dinner he sat up and
rubbed his eyes and asked, sleepily: Din
ner? Dinner raidy? Nav. is L year you
say dinner?'
Nav. dat you amt" said Lisa" done
fill you up wild vittles no mon a hour ago.
an yer you is AKIN fer mo-. Pears lax l
KANT keep you filed; you is wuzzer dan
any OF wheat dat uver tromped de woods.
Go on, Sis Phrony an tell US bout Mistah
Wheat an his dinner
Il done tor you he wuz out fer de pup
pus er film up" 'Phrony went on, IAN he
wuz dat hongry hit pear ter him he want
nuttin but one big holler FUN de top NV
his haid ter de tip his TAIL one'r desc yer
hollers whar jes' natchelly mex man git
up an hump hisse'f ontwel hits filled. He
go trapsin' up an down. lookin' behime
ev'y bush an up ev'y tree an yit he KANT
fin nuttin'. Las he got so mad he gun ter
gnash his tools an spit an snary an hump
his back up an rub gin de trees, an all
de time his eyes wuz shinin' lax plumb
balls er fire, an he wuz dat rantankerous
dat no pusson ud want ter meet up
wild i'm.
Bout dat time he seed a flock NV wiz
tukkies. an he low ter hisSe'f dat turkey
'ud jes' bout fit de size er his mouf, dough
he amt KNOWN how he gwine git at 'em.
He crope up an he crope up, an las he
wuz near huff ter watch 'em. Dey wuz
holm darnse. de funnies' you uver see
er year tell bout Der tails wuz all spread
up an struttin' fit ter kill, w'iles de ladiz
wuZ mekin grit 'miration over 'em an fol-
lerin' after 'em, steppin high lax dey wuz
trompin. on aigs, an gwine roun' an roun'
in a succle, lookin mighty proud an
kyary yin der haids high in de air an bal
ancin' wild der necks at ev'y step.
''Wil'cat grin so't he show ev' toof in his
haid. an he say ter hissef, sezee, I'm
umphi some dem ladiz gwine laugh on de
wrong side der moufs TO long. Eff dey
on'y knowed wat. comm dey'd quit dat
foolishness an use dem laigs ter git outen
dis Good thing fer me dey is fools
reckon I'd have mighty po' pickin's eff der
want so many fool creeturs gwine up an
down de face er de yearf.'
DE tukkies wuz darnsn' down In a III
boiler, an Wheat he crope roun ter de top
er de hill an tucken de game bag whar he
bringed wild him. an crawled inter hit Den
he turnt hisse'f aloose an rolled over an
over down de HILL bimpitty, bumpitty, bam-
pity. bin! an lan'ed right in de midse er
de tukkies.
''Dey wuz dat 'stonish dey ain know wat
ter do but wen de bag stan up on zen an
gun ter r'ar an charge roun', dem po'