Fisher's River (North Carolina) scenes and characters . d Tower,* and filledmy sliot-bag chug full uv drap-sliot, mountedold Nip,f and moseyed off fur the pigeon-roost. I ruv thar bout two hours by thesun, and frum that blessed hour till chockdark the heavens was dark with um comininter the roost. It is unconceivable to tellthe number on um, which it were so a man that has a character fur truth, Iwont say how many there was. Thar wasa mighty heap uv saplins fur um to roostin, which they would allers light on the big-gest trees fust, then pitch down on the littleuns ter roost. Now ji
Fisher's River (North Carolina) scenes and characters . d Tower,* and filledmy sliot-bag chug full uv drap-sliot, mountedold Nip,f and moseyed off fur the pigeon-roost. I ruv thar bout two hours by thesun, and frum that blessed hour till chockdark the heavens was dark with um comininter the roost. It is unconceivable to tellthe number on um, which it were so a man that has a character fur truth, Iwont say how many there was. Thar wasa mighty heap uv saplins fur um to roostin, which they would allers light on the big-gest trees fust, then pitch down on the littleuns ter roost. Now jist at dark I thort Id commencesmashin um; so I hitched old Nip to thelimb uv a tree with a monstrous strong bri-dle—a good hitchin j)lace, I thort. I com-menced blazin away at the pigeons like thun-der and lightnin; which theyd light on bigtrees thick as bees, bend the trees to the yethlike theyd been lead. Uvry pop Id spillabout a pint uv drap-shot at um, throwedat um by Thompsons powder, which made * The name of his The name of his THE PKJKON-ROORT. UNCLE DAVY LANE. §3 a drefful smash among um. By hokey! Ishot so fast, and so long, and so often, I hetold Tower so hot that I shot six inches offuv the muzzle uv the old slut. I seen itwere no use to shoot the old critter cleanaway, which I mout have some use fur agin;so I jist quit burnin powder and flinginshot arter Id killed bout a thousand onum, fur sure. Arter Id picked up as many on umas my wallets would hold, I looked fur oldNip right smack whar Id hitched him, buthe were, like King Sauls asses, nowhar tobe found. I looked a considable spell nextto the yeth, but, bless you, honey! I moutas well a sarched fur a needle in a last I looked up inter a tree bout fortyfoot high, and thar he were swingin to alimb, danglin bout tween the heavens andthe yeth like a rabbit on a snare-pole. Icould hardly keep from burstin open laugh-in at the odd fix the old critter were way he whickered were a f
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