LITERATURE.
TIM PRICE’S PROS HUNT. —♦——— Bv.Tobb Hodge.1 Well,: I never,’ said Tim, thinking belter of it. ‘ Thet b’ar must hev chawed; the bar’l crooked when lie bit off the sight, and Tim sighted along his gnn: ‘ No, ’taint. ’Taint the powder, neither, nor the cap, nor the ball, coz 1 run ’em myself. By gosh ! Colonel, hit’s the patches. , I; made ’em out uy Seth Jones’ old boot legs, an’ he’s alius drunk. Hits the derued
patches Tbey’s so used fo wobblin’ they can’t stop, an’ I soaked ’em, too ; I thought (ho water smelled of whisky.’
1 Pshaw ! Tim. You’re like all the rest here. You’re the best man until you’re tried. Any boy ought to shoot a frog,’ ‘ Now, lookee yer, Colonel; I wotibln’ ’low a jedgo on the bench to say I can’t shoot, nohow, without getting fined for contempt, on’ I wuz once for only tollin’ the jedge he were «n ole fool’ An’ I told him ef he’d take off the fine I’d say he were no bigger fool nor any other feller that ’ud say what he did, an’ ketch him ’hough live minners •for a week’s fislnV up our -way, coa I couldn’t pay the -fine, an’ he let me off an’came for the minners., I’ve shot a deer through two hoofs to wonat an’ him a runniu’-—on a bet—an’ s«y I can’t hit a fro? ! L-l’s see another nn ah’ I’ll swollen Iho ramrod cf I don’t git him S’ The next one was wired to a log, so that balls would not knack him off, but a good side stroke would. H- soon came into fnll view, and Tim hailed him with delight.
‘ Godi I Looker. iliar athim scrmivhen, bunched np ready for snrawlen.- I liad a rifle I traded' for on*t thaL’nd a gone off jt.sclf if it were dared like, that.’ . • Bang 1 The frqgjshhoK,,bhl field! ground. Tim swore a streak and stamped, flung downjiia rifle and nearly upset the boat. I laughed nn*il Inched. ‘ Wby, . Tim,’ ‘ you conldn’i hit n 'school-house. You vchcen staffing me ■About your shooting. r Givfi s fne-- yhhr rifle and I’ll kill it .for yon,’ Tim swore ‘ h-M eat skunk first.’ Loaded, aimed with; great- precision, .and fired? again, with fin hotter lesnH,' wires Held w 11. Tim stoo I dnmbfpindpd. ,
1 : *l*ll more in. closer, where yon enh hit' Khnor I'd inil him wii hj the ilish,'so .that yon cameatch Thirty 'yardir Js tpovlong rnngo fo r>y flu.t,Ti lll clnbbed his rifle ami-looked murdfyvatfne.; >6
* ’Taint no use settin’ there grinniuY wns nor a.’possum an’ laiighin’, wnzh.br a t 'jackass. I seed granny v. Miles «a hiokin’ at it ’tarnel queer like, jjn’ n\jitr Herrii’ somethiu’. ‘ The domed '"phi i wrinkly, up. yarb- ; wpnlani gbaeloser fer?, me or-’l’ll rhlow. filing sa»sl fust ten r feet- inter., the mud/ the bigmohlhed, hliiiltin’-eycil.c/jtlcr,’, ißangl Vll-v-—- —*B fire anil red poppets J.May "I"fro kiverod witliboilons, [Jbdilsj nq’ -iM* smitchin’ shirt, ef ever I seed 'anything life it. . Ef.l had a rbek Td knock -his •snojjt chiait.-thrpugh lum.Yid ■ Ss.i Yos,’ T said, ‘.you’d-bettey get,yon . a si one, Tim ; you’ll never, hithimwith d%al!.’ - , " -May-1 be' rheiimatized aw # tnrpeltrbe3l, coal died nu’ Set fire to, .-.A«, t Jim ,w-'8 Standinj* on&he bow of the skiff,_anl I was paddling from the stern, his back was tojtrarcl the frog ns hje s loaded. So I ‘‘paddled 1 slowly in backwards arid knocked thti frog into the water, from which I fished it out .and . pnt •it = with" the ;;oth**rnhea ®fh was looking sick....? i-l-sh.,* ‘Piit down yonr rifle and take the boathook; Tim ; perhaps yon can kill some with it. Site' "must have some ip ihakp a'shbW , aihd -llni rafraid/jJ’ll split my ohr killing them.’ '' _ * Bern ycr oarp riLbrcaßdtiofpr yer head jß.r„Recife!? one. I’ve cut thVSpTle* out nv a bumble bee a hundred yards an’ more, an’ him p’intc I end up on a thistle. Thar’s stirnihin’ wrong, I tell yer. I must hev swallered a chaw terbacker';-'I feel kinder pokey.’ Tim revived when he saw the one with his head just above Witter. * Take a rest,. .Xim,’ I urged,, ‘ take a rest, ; Jtjs hot the. best way to learn to shooty bit you may get him intiniei* * ; Tiiq, fairly. trcmbred ...|wit)i r.rjjger." VL’arn ter shoojl L’arn 1 You coines yer from the East mean- ’nbugh; ter shoot with hj shotgun, an’ puts in’nongb powder ’an'shot in ter the yer:-brea,ken ,gnn to hitift; squ’cl- ef ;yon aimed t’other way. L’arh! : I’ll"bet my rifle 1 ? girf a quarter I’ll cut that frog’s ’ throat.’ * Done,’ I said 5 here’s my quarter on the seat, and I’ll allow yptt to lake a rest.’ , • ‘ * Rest ! said.Tim in-great.indignation, * Does yer take me for a whobblcc He fired. The frog raised and instantly settled'back to his r position.'Tim turned >pale and.;hißTyifrye,._^r.»s.'*ll : .gone. . " : (To be continued) -
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Patea Mail, Volume IX, Issue 1108, 5 November 1883, Page 2
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