Sequachee Valley news. (Sequachee [Sequatchie], Tenn.) 1896-1952, 1910-02-10
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UNCLE TOMS LETTER.

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Well, boys, had a race on the night
of the 5th inst. l didn't reach the
head of the Cove but was in hearing
distance. The reason was my dogs
jumped fox at the Davis place and
went to the Foster Gulf, so 1 never
heard much of the race, but learned
my cove hunter friends wouldn't be
out that far. Well, the weather was
rather cold for hunt. but | went all
the same. l would like to meet any or
all the hunters sometime this spring,
for two or three days chase. Sup
pose we organize a meet somewhere
and have good time | am in for a
chase right. think it the finest sport
in the world, a regular camp fox
hunt. What about it, Mr.. John Nor
wood? Does the proposition suit youH
I think Mr.. Goodson, head of the Com
pany store here at Tracy, would like
such hunt. though his hounds are
now at Manchester, Tenn. Joe Mar
tin has them down there.
My friend at Whitwell should take
care of "Big I'm" All the hunters
of Tracy know ''Big I'm" and know
that be is top and not gulf dog, so
bring in another horse The deer hide
spells nothing. The first deer l ever
killed I shot and no bullet hole was in
the hide Where did hit it? Well,
I like to bear our amateur hunters but
Joe Martin don't. tell him it is such
relief for the boys to get rid of the
extra gas they save up
Many funny things happen in
sportsman's life and most especially
our would be snortsmen. 1t was so
among the old timers and like them,
they get things mixed For instance
this yarn; "Game was plenty in those
days, Uncle John2" ''Yes, child,
you'd better believe it. / was out
long side of my wheat patch one day
and the turkeys were mighty bad on
it. 1t was just ready to harvest. Get
ting three of 'um in range, down /
brings them all-biggest turks you ev-
er saw. So big that as had them by
the legs over my shoulder on my way
home, their heads drug in the snow"
"How is that, Uncle John? Snow in
harvest timer "Oh, hol child, I've
got two stories sorter mixed"
Uncle John was like some of this
day and time. They get things mix
ed. Uncle John was great hunter
and story teller, but he never could
prevent mixture, like the story of
the bear he fought on the log, be-
lieve I've told the News readers this
story which is funny, but not as funny
as the story l heard my great uncle
Morgan Smith tell about deer his old
dog caught on Sunday morning up in
the knobs of Beech Grove, Tenn.
Uncle Morgan said: ''Be gad. Tom
mie | was 18 years old and was much
of man., and he was as I knew,
counted the bully of Bedford county.
$50 me and Bro. William went up in !
the knobs one Sunday morning, row
ing around Just to be doing something,
having Old Watch along. The old !
dog jumped deer and came right I
down the Hill to the hollow where we
were and caught it. So we ran up and
grabbed the deer by the throat and
made the dog turn loose, then I says
william, you skin some papaw bark
and by gad I'll drive this gentleman
home with us William bent over a pa
nav bush and snap it went and up got
the deer and then the fun began. |
tried to throw it but couldn't. Final
" it nearly got loose and l grabbed it
by the tail, and dem me, Tommie, if |
lidn't hear every joint in that deer's
.ail crack and some times the dem
hing had me ten feet high in the air.
Soon as could I told William to make
The dog take hold. The dog did so and
was so dem mad at being outdone by
| dem little deer I choked it to death
Ind toted it home in place of driving
t. Uncle Morgan was never a hun
er like his brothers William, Robin
ind Tom, but his old time stories were
ich and juicy.
"UNCLE TOM.
Tracy City, Tenn. Feb. z, 1910,
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