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Updated: May 25, 2025
Now one must die, and I'm just fixing these little steel points on for them so the function can be performed decently. I'm a man of fine feelings." "You're a brute when you let them kill one another with gaffs." "Nonsense. The fighting instinct is elemental in all animal life two-legged and four-legged. Animals fight as inevitably as they breathe.
"It was not my skill that has saved you," said the old surgeon who had been through two wars and who knew wounds as he did maps of battlefields he had fought on. "No," he said, shaking his head, "no, it was not I it was something beyond me. That you miraculously live is proof of it." He was in his room at The Gaffs, and everything looked so natural.
Next second a heavy body, big as a grown man, was heaved in over the gunwale, and two boys were all but shot out the other way. And now the fun began. The boys loosed their hold of the gaffs, and sprang apart to give the creature room. There it lay raging, the great black beast of prey, with its sharp threatening snout and wicked red eyes ablaze.
To-night I'm ready for a thingumbob on 'the blue, the fresh, the ever free. Ah! entrancing! Oh-h-h! bewitching!" Freeman sailed his craft and threaded the lines of the dragging trawlers with stealthy speed. A hail came at last. "Yacht ahoy! Have you still got the doctor aboard?" The weird answer rang amid the shrill treble of the gaffs. "Then come aboard of us if you can. It's bad."
Everything at The Gaffs was an open diary of the master's life. It is so in all homes that which we gather around us, from our books to our bed-clothes, is what we are. And so the setter on the rug meant that Richard Travis was the best wing-shot in the Tennessee Valley, and that his kennel of Gladstone setters had won more field trials than any other kennel in the South.
I believe we are going to have the biggest fair this fall we have ever had." "It's lots talked about," said Carpenter "'specially the big race an' purse you've got put up." Travis grew interested quickly and leaned over excitedly. "My reputation is at stake and that of The Gaffs' stable. You see, Carpenter, it's a three-cornered race for three-thousand dollars each of us, Col.
The old dog came to the side of the bed and laid his head affectionately in Travis' palm. The master of The Gaffs stroked his head, saying: "It is strange that I love this old dog so." The next morning being Saturday, Carpenter, the Whipper-in, mounted his Texas pony and started out toward the foothills of the mountains.
He looked like a common rail-splitter. The money was soon made up, and the stakes placed in proper hands. The gaffs were fitted, the roosters were placed in the pit and held until both were sufficiently mad to fight, when they were turned loose, and each struck at the same time. I looked and poor Fed was dead. The other rooster had popped both gaffs through his head.
There, one sees most of the cocks, tied by a cord to a bone driven into the ground like a nail; there, are the bettors, the lovers of the sport, the man skilled in fastening the gaffs or spurs to the cock's legs; there, bargains are made, the situation discussed, money borrowed, and people curse, swear and laugh boisterously.
No sooner were the last words out of the old man's mouth, than his sons did exactly as they had been directed. The fore and main halyards were cut, and the two graplings cast off at the same instant, and, as the heavy gaffs came rattling down, our five heroes leaped on board the pirate.
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