The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-05-30

I I'll go right at it and nurse yo' up, and
m info, TO- weeks We, vol be iitten to Thop TON
put on yo'r clothes and whop him my;
self
~ felt better artery that" said zeh.
! my feelin's. One evenin'. about two
I weeks arter the fuss and when l was gain
in on il. but not fcelin' much better
! was sittin. right we're when cotched
sight of a bar across the road by them
rocks. Plenty of bars around yer-
| them days. as nobody had been home to
kill en- off. About the time I cotched
up. He had cum down to whop me. He
wasn't satisfied with biuffin' me down.
but he'd made threats TO break all my
him as soon IS did and got down the
rifle. She meant to kill him if he cum in
to attack me. Tom saw me a-sittin' ycre
and he stopped right ny that tree and
| "Whoopee. I'm hungry for the meat
of an alligator! I thirst fur the blood
| of tigers! I'm lonely to meet UP with
home tonight tin I'VE chawed the ear
of panther: Zeb White. ar that 20
a-sottin, thar"
DO yo' call yo'self man."
Not a well man. II yo'll gin. me TO-
weeks mo- I'll run yo' outer the kentry.''
Il can't wait, I'm a-perishing for the
want OF mortal combat with sumbody;
kin tie my hands and feet and I'll fight
yo' with my teeth a lone, Take pity on
a-pcrishins man and cum out. Whoopee!
! II yo' respected yo'r pore ole father or
loved yo'r mother. yo'd cum out and
wall" sighed the old man, he talked
90. but jest as did so. that bar waltzed
across the road on his hind feet. and
fetched him a cuff which knocked him
ten feet Tom thought I'd got out thar
l,t-itI mo q tlrElpd
bar, We hear him sayin':
FEB White. ! said yo' wasn't a man;
yo'd stand up to me. and my heart was
nigh breakin' hut yove got sand. and
this ar the happiest mint O my life.
Il reckon Tom must hev bin half
drunk not to know bar from man.
but he thought it was me. fur shore. and
had surprise Ps5y Sp na9d
meat. hut he did want sum fun. 1t was
a purity squar' fight and I'll give Tom
Smith credit fur standin' up like man.
From the way he yelled out could tell
that he thought I was usin' my nails
, and teeth. but he didn't complain. The
bar knocked him down and rolled him
a good lick in on the bar. but at length
the fout was over, and Tom Smith was
a whopped man. He hollered out that
he'd got plenty; and I reckon 1t was the
off into the woods. When Tom got over
bein' dazed he got up and said to me:
''Zeb White. I'm a-beggin' of yo'r pard-
in I thought yo' was a coward and
dasn't stand up to me. but yo've whopped
me in fair fout and I'll be yo'r friend
forever mo-, I've allus bin reckoned
powerful with my nails and teeth. but
yo' kin outbite and outclaw any human
critter in the State of Tennessee"
Was he badly used up" I asked. as
the story seemed to he finished.
He hadn't skassly a bit O. elothin'
left on him. replied Zeb. "and he was
bruises and bites and claw marks from
head to heel. / reckon he might hev got
we'll from them. but his heart was broke.
He knowed I was in poor health. and
when he realized that he'd bin whopped
by sick man he took to his bed and died
in two weeks. He sent fur me the
day he died and an hour befo' he breath
ed his last he reached fur my hand and
whispered:
"Zeb White. can't make out how yo'
did it. but yo' dun made me holler fur
the first time in my life. and I'm prayin'
fur death to cum, I've kinder thought
vo' might hev had buZzsaws fastened to
yo'r hands and feet but that wouldn't
he acin yo' and bear no Grudge. Good
by. Zeb. hope to meet yo' in the
t'other land and hev another fout to see
who ar the best man"