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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Well, you're the man I'm a-lookin' for. No, you won't drink with me, 'cause I won't let you, you ! You are the that comes here insultin' a lady?" "No; I am not," said Keith, keeping his eyes on him. "You're a liar!" said Mr. Bluffy, adding his usual expletives. "And you're the man I've come back here a-huntin' for. I promised to drive you out of town to-night if I had to go to hell a-doin' it."
But the dog, perceiving the nature of the commodity, drew back with a look of deep reproach, rose precipitately, and with a drooping tail went out skulkingly into the wet gray day. "Towse can't abide a bullet," she observed, "nor nuthin' 'bout a gun. He got shot wunst a-huntin', an' he never furgot it. Jes show him a gun an' he ain't nowhar ter be seen like he war cotch up in the clouds."
Ez God is my helper and my hope, I warn't even thar." She stood astounded. "Then why n't ye leave it ter men?" "I can't prove it ag'in' the murderers' oaths. I had been consarned in the moonshinin' that ended in murder, but I hed not been nigh the still fer a month, I war out a-huntin' when the revenuers made the raid.
I was a slave an' my mother was sol' from me an' her other chilluns. Dey tol' me when dey sol' 'er my sister was a-holdin' me in her arms. She was standin' behin' da Big House peekin' 'roun' de corner an' seen de las' of her mother. I seen her go, too. Dey tell me I used to go to de gate a-huntin' for my mammy. I used to sleep wid my sister after dat.
"I'm Old Jerry. Maybe you remember me I sat just next the stove that night you was in town a-huntin' news." Then Morehouse remembered. Old Jerry had not had much to say that night, but his face and his shrill eagerness to snatch a little of the spotlight was unforgettable.
A bob-cat," he added with his peculiar chuckle, "that'd yell when he went a-huntin' wouldn't take long ter starve. 'N' the wilder a thing is, the moh uncomplainin' hit is, too. Shoot a fox, 'n' he'll pull hisse'f along till he drops daid jest grittin' his teeth 'n' standin' hit; but a dawg'll holler somethin' awful. Hit's most allers that-a-way with birds, too.
Meanwhile, his followers nearby looked on in tipsy admiration and "'lowed that there was bound to be somethin' doin', for Jud was sure a-huntin' trouble." Then came one who politely asked Jud to move. He was an inoffensive little man, with a big star on his breast, and a big walking stick in his hand the town marshal. Jud saw an opportunity to give an exhibition worth while.
"To be sure, madam, so he is; but he is gone every day this winter." "Of course; hunting; there is no better huntsman in the country than Mr. Brudenell." "That is very true, madam; do you know what sort of game he is a-huntin' of?" inquired the professor meaningly, but most deferentially. "Foxes, I presume," said the lady, with a look of inquiry.
"What is it?" says she. "A-why," says he, "I was out a-huntin' to-day, an' I got away to a place in the wood I'd never seen afore. An' there was an old chalk pit. An' I heerd a sort of a hummin', kind o'. So I got off my hobby, an' I went right quiet to the pit, an' I looked down. Well, what should there be but the funniest little black thing yew iver set eyes on.
"She'll git it all out'n me ef I don't look sharp," he said to himself. Then aloud, "Whar's mam?" he demanded, flinging himself into a chair and looking loweringly about. "Topknot hev jes kem off'n her nest with fourteen deedies, an' she an' 'Melia hev gone ter the barn ter see 'bout'n 'em." "Whar's Pete?" "A-huntin'." A pause.
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