The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-09-16
A WASTE OF
n GOOD MATERIAL.
Tina Man From the Knob Country
ON the Adventure Of Some City
Hunters.

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done it, I sayS. You hadn't orter throwod
the material. ag'in their heads that way
no reckless, IN spilled their huntin',' /
says.
THE two young fsIers Wa q leetie tryin'.
though, that's 20. New Workers. they said
they was, but oven II they was, they hsdn't
orter anickered &C ,Joe's old smoothbore
gun hat he thinks moro on than he does
O. Anythin' else he's got, an it's . good un,
too. / tell you.
sAn' when they asked me n I Couldn't
set EN- out q little somcthin' good TO drink
an / went an drawed EN- . pitcher O. the
ch'ioest cider that was ever squeezed Ouoen
the best natural apple fruit that ever growed
an rot ripe an yaIisrI thcy hadn't orter
screwed their faces up a. II they was dyin'
with cramps when they tasted IL, an said:
No, thank youi We didn't come all
the way IN here 70 swin vtnegsrr
But they had the incest kind O. shiny
guns, an yaler coatss an ysller leggtns'
With more'n . pine O yaIler buttons On
to EN-, an bags an things strapped 70
en- enough to carry away pheasants plenty
to feed q bcardin' house; 70 they must a
besn all right, an Joe ortn't 70 done It.
The young fellers said they was on their
WY TO the headwaters, 'cordin' 70 tnseruc-
lions, an Joe he lips In n says that he'd
trudge along with 'cm n show 'em the
highest q but they said they didnt
know a. anybody had asked him 10.
rs there my pheasant hunttn' there
when welgst theref' says n of'em. That's
all We want TO know says he.
Is there, Joer no bfurts out, an fol-
Tered It up with . long whistle ~ II he was
lest about Dustin with what he moved
about pheasant hunttn' up at the head
waters.
The l~iveliest pheasant huntin' I ever
bad in the Knob country wa right there
says he, an he KEEP straight on A-talkin'
till them two young feilers they sot down
with open mouths an listened.
-;Jes' e'sac'ly this time last year It was
saws Joe. Me an Uncle Sim an Cousin
Jonas was up there at the headwaters on
a pheasant shootin' trip an We bunked m
at Hobdoy's lumber shanty, bein' as We
was goin' to stay all night. We didn't Kill
only three bar cause We wasn't out AFTER
b'ar-only pheasant.
ANYHOW, there had been . party In
there from the POoono country an they
had run a9'in an Knocked over three bar
a day or 90 fore We dropped IN, an that
sort o. made bar q leetle skeeroe, l s'pose,
40 it was lucky fer us that We want out
after b'ar-jest p~heasants. Fact o the
matter is-but first I must tell you about
the two big wildcats,' ssys Joe, an seems
70 mo he hadn't orter done Il.
s"The Wildcat muss,' say he, started
along With Uncle Sim. Uncle Sim bad been
way IN In the swail after phesrants, an
was on his way back 10 camp long lords
night.
SCI seen him comm; an then ! seen him
suddenly stop and whang away at m
thin, He didn't seem to hit IL, an the next
second I see what Il was, cause II jumped
out OF q tree and lie square on top o Uncle
Sim an begun to claw an chaw him.
ut was q tribe the ~rippin'est wildcat
had see In many q day, an Wildcats never
wrow small around the h~eadwaters. l
grabbed my gun an Soooted to'rd the
frnoaa. hopin' to save some o Uncle Sims
hide an hair fer him, but fore l got there
he had flung the Wildcat on an got his
second barl Workin' ON him, an the varrnint
was Twin his last kick when l run up.
IJnole Sim didn't have no shirt left, IN
hia shoulders an chist was clawed up con-
sider'b bic.
s"Uncle Sims wildcat q y Joe, but he
hadn't orter lone IL, made a tremendous
hellabaloo all through the fight, an shook
out a hair raisin' yell when 1t give up the
ghost. Uncle Sim, he picked up the carcass
an we started on with IL.
I'VE hadn't gone q rod when along come
another big wildcat. Il was tother ones
mate that had logged up To see what the
fuss was all about an II anythin' could
be done about IL.
-I hadt to sock two bullets into IL before Il
concluded there want nothin' 10 do aboui
IL but 10 come down, an down II come
dead as q hammer, an Uncle Sim said h
didn't know whom he had injyed q day
pheasant huntin' like he had that un,' say
Joe; but, consarn his pictur's, no hadn'
orter done II.
well, SIR says Joe, keepin' right on
seein' that the eyes an mouths o. then
two u fellers was gittin' opener an
opener. that very night, when We vas al
asleep in the shanty, Uncle Sim was wok'
up by somethin' or other bitin' his ear
Jest about the same time I felt somethin
nibblin' at my toe.
sI want more than half awake yit
but Uncle Sim he woke me all the way vi
by the most unearthly howl any humal
or unnum4n DoIn ON0T EDs Ab no INV
he jumped up an skinned up to the sid
loft in the shanty. Then l see what fe
thing il was that had skeert him so.
.'It was nothin' but a bar that had beel
bitin' his ear, but when 1 see that Their
was another bar, an that IL was nibblir
at my too, I thort I'd just leave the tw
bar together to visit betWixt themselve
undisturbed, an 90 / jined Uncle Sim 4
the loft.
IT hadn't more than got there say
Joe, an / ortsr took him by the neck Ar
choked him on right there, when I beer
Cousin Jonas let out . yoop, an then
see another bar. This, un was nosr
round Cousin Jonas, TOXIN OF him,
s'pose.
ANYWAY; Jonas made a spring to q
into the loft, too, but his bar want throug
havin' fun With him yit, an IL grabbed hir
an pulled him back. Then the bar ri
on It's hind feet, an with its forelegs hug
dn' him nice an snug the bar wsitze
Coudn Jonas round that cabin dill IL mad
me an Uncle Sims heads swim to loo
down at IL.
cousin Jonas he yelled an hollered Il
helm, an tothor two bars they pranoed al
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