scacer

Updated: May 23, 2025

As I growed up, the bar had become scacer in them parts, and it wan't every day you could scare up such a varmint, but now and then one ud turn up. There war tracks o' the bar's paws in this mud, an' I follered them along the water edge for nearly a mile then the trail turned into about as thickety a bottom as I ever seed anywhar. It would a baffled a cat to crawl through it.

Mayne Reid - The Hunters' Feast: Conversations Around the Camp Fire