South from Hell-Fer-Sartin by Roberts Leonard W.;

Author:Roberts, Leonard W.; [Roberts, Leonard W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: University Press of Kentucky
Published: 2021-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

Tall Hunting Tale 70

ONCE UPON A TIME I bought me a dog. I give three bushel of dried apples for him—sold the dried apples and then bought the dog. Well, the feller I bought him from said he would tree coons. So I took him a coon huntin’. He begin barkin’ about ten o’clock, out on a high knob. We went up to see what the dogs was barkin’ about. I looked up on a cliff about thirty feet high. The dog was lookin’ up the cliff. I looked up in a tree and about ten feet above the last limb a coon was stickin’, a coon on a little knot. I asked him if he couldn’t climb up and catch it. And he nodded his head. So he backed off about thirty yards and dim up on another cliff about forty feet high. I asked if he could jump from one cliff to the other, and he nodded his head. He backed off about four hundred yards. He started to jump. And he got out about half way and saw he wa’n’t aimin’ to make it, so he turned around and come back.

Well, I thought it was smart of him, you see. He went ahead and I shot the coon and it rolled off the cliff. I picked it up and we took on off to the house. We got down to the creek, and my brother was with me. We started across the creek on the swingin’ bridge and I dropped my flask of carbide down in the water, river about twenty feet deep. I told him I’d go down and get my carbide, if he’d wait for me, and he said, “No,” said, “you’ve had a cold. I’ll go down and get it,” said, “it’d make you sick.”

He dived down and was gone about thirty minutes. And I dived down to see what he was doing. He was settin’ there on a log, stealin’ my carbide, takin’ it out of my flask, pourin’ it in his’n. I asked him what he was doin’, and he said, “Nothing, I just needed a little carbide and I was takin’ it out of your flask—I seed you had plenty of it.”

Well, my dog, see, I was gone about thirty minutes and my dog he got worried. So he come down to see what I was a-doin’. He run around to the end of this log where we was settin’ and he begin barkin’. I looked in and saw an old boar hogfish and a gang of little shoats. I nodded my head and he went in after ’em. He shook his head. He couldn’t make it. I kindled me up a far at the other end and I smoked them out. I smoked and smoked and smoked. About thirty minutes here they come. And the water run out of their eyes, I’d smoked ’em so much. My brother said, “How did you kindle a far?”

I said, “I jerked a few slabs off the log we was settin’ on and struck me a match, and that’s all there was to it.

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