The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1908-02-28

Z SET en- ous ne y uEEA W laA TINS A-t
new law game that you eI brought
this surlmer. I've been drunk. Thai
what makes me look 50 ornery.
He said the last not in the spirit u
apology. for rarely does your froatie
man Coz s'Ger that bis SELF induigen r.
require palliatlon. but rather after q.
manner OF one purveylug news OF n =.
Interest. as he would inform you H.
ms surclngle had broken or that he had
witnessed lynching
'What made them jump your claim q
Il don't know. l don't know nothin'
abont II, because, as | remarked pre-
vious, amt fOllered the totterin' foot
steps Of the law none too close Nor
do intend to. | simply draws out of
the game fer spell and lets the young
stcr have bis fling. Then If he can't
mike good I'll take the cards and finish
1t for him.
TITS like the time | was ranchin'
with an Englishman up In Montana.
This here party claimed the misfor-
tune OF bein' younger son, whatever
that IS ami is grubstaked to a ranch
by his people back home. Havin' ac-
qulred an intimate knowledge OF the
west by readin' Bret Harte and havin'
assim'lated the secrets of ranchin' by
correspondents school, he is fitted am
pie to teach us natives q thing or two,
and he does 1t. am workin' his outfit
as foreman, and 1t don't take long to
show me that he's a good hearted fell
Ter in spite Of his ridin' boomers an
pennchle eyeglass. He amt never had
no actual experience, but he's got
Henry Thompson Seton book that tells
him all about everything from field
mice to gorrillys.
Were troubled heap with coyotes
them days, and finally this party sends
home for some Rooshian wolfhounds.
I'm fer pizenin' a sheep carcass, but he
says:
mo, no, me deah man; that's not
sportsmanlike. Wen hunt 'em-aye,
hunt 'em. Only fawncy the sport Wen
have ridin' to houndsp
eve will not says 1. y amt goIn'
to do no Simon Legree stunts. 1t amt
DAan's size. Bein' English, you don't
count, but I'm growed up
"Nothin' would do him but these
Uncle Toms Cabin dogs, however,
and he had 'em imported clean from
Berkshire or Sibeery or thereabouts.
four If EN-, great big blue ones. They
was as handsome and imposin' as a set
l. solid gold teeth but somehow they
didn't seem to savvy our play none
{ &c day the cook rolled a rain bar'l
from the kitchen, and when
them blooded critters saw 1t comm
they throwed down their tails and tore
out Ike rabbits. After that couldn't
see no good in 'em with a spyglass.
They amt got no grit What
makes you think they can fghtT I
asked one day
"'FiGhtT says II Anglish. My deah
man, they're full blooded. Cost seven
ty pun each. They're dreadful crea,
lures when they're reused. They'll
tear wolf to pieces like rag, kill
bears, anything. Oh, rully, perfectly
"Well, 1t wasn't a week later that he !
went over to the east line with me to |
mend a barb wire. had my pliers !,
and Ratchet and some staples About |
q mile from the house we jumped up !
4 little brown, bear that scampered off /
when he seen us, but, bein' agin blun |
where he couldn't get away, he climb
cd cottonwood. H'Anglish was sim
ply frothin' with excitement.
/" What a misfortunel Neyther gun
nor hounds
It'll scratch his back and talk pref
" to him. says I, while you run back
and get Winchester and them Zero
cious bulldogs
"sWolf hounds. says he, with dig
nifty, full blooded, seventy pun each.
They'll rend the poor beast limb from
limb. I hate to do 1t, but it'll be good
practice for them
"They may be good renders says
|, but don't forgit the gun
"Well, l throwed sticks at the critter
when NE tried to uncllmb the tree till
anaIly the boss got back with his
logs. They set up an awful holler
when they see the bear-frst one
.hey'd ever smelled, / reckon-and
he little Teller crawled up in some
forks and watched things, cautious,
while they leaped about, bayin' most
ierce and blood curdin'
"'How you goin' to get him DOWN.
Iays l. aH
"Tll shoot him In the lower Jaw
,ays the Britisher, so he cawn't bite
he dogs. It'll give 'em cawnfdence.'
"He takes aim at Mr.. Bears chin
md misses It three times runnin', he's
hat excited
"'Settle down, H'Anglish, says /.
He amt rot no double chins. How
many shells left in your gunY
"Wben he looks he finds there's only
ME more, Tor ne naurl sroppeu 70 NJ
he magazine, so l cautions him.
"'You're shootin' too low. Raise
er'
"He raised her all right and caught