Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 edition. Excerpt: ...his spirited Mexican pony saddled and at the hitching rack when the visitors arrived. Finishing breakfast, the three hunters took horse, and, at the nearer end of the forest road, were joined by Uncle Jason mounted on his grey mule and surrounded by his mongrel pack. When the coupled hounds reached the road the hated wildcat scent set them howling and straining at their leashes. The curs sniffed in surprised contempt at such noise and unnecessary excitement, as if they thought those long-eared dog-donkeys were making great fools of themselves pretending that any kind of wild beast had passed that way without their knowing of it and smelling him out, themselves. The eager hounds were held back; and the horsemen, enthused at the certainty of running down the lynx on a scent so fresh, loped their steeds to the rear fence of the plantation. There numerous feathers were found scraped from the gobbler as its body was dragged over the lowest of the draw-bars. Those movable barriers were quickly let down; and, at a little distance from them, on the edge of the woods, lay a pile of feathers and torn fragments of the lost turkey. The hounds were hurriedly unleashed on the spot, and rushed away into the woods howling on the hot trail. The chase was too warm and wild for the mongrels of the Negro Quarters to maintain their silent contempt. They broke away in the wake of the hounds, yapping, yelping and barking their best. In the words of the old black hunter of "varmints" the two clamorous packs "woke up de woods." The lynx, having been suddenly aroused from a one-eyed nap in a dense thicket near the scene of his breakfast of nearly a whole turkey that was too much for one, very soon learned that he was having the hardest and...