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Arkansas Snipe.A good story is told by It. P. L., of one ; j Porv—a great sportsman— who met in Ar-1 . h:nias :i regular “child of the woods” 1 (rattier large lor a “child” 1 eiitg full six-! feet-four.) The Twain commonc ed talking ■« fabout all s*rts of hunting, and Dory grew t quite eloquent over the beauty ofsmpe-shout-. fr ing, which lie regarded as the finest sport In ! f the world. j flie “drew It strong” about his own ex- • ephutS'—being away from home—and went! a(Hi sawing away about how the snipe rose ( *and fell until Racket aekain woke up with cthe question. *“What ar’ snipe?” ! t“Snipe,” said Dory, “are the hest game 1that flies. The kind that I mean are called ' 11 ■llnglish ftr Wilson's snipe, and are spleudid! j 1bong log'*, long bills, dusky hue,”-— j“Stranger ston thar! I’ve seen the crit-tor-,—know ’em like au old boot, returned 1• T « • 1 VKaekensaekinn. I’ve been down in theLcwbianny swamps—I luwc*. Do ynu rally ' ^ »*:it them ar critters up North?” i“Certainly wc do,” said Dory; but you! . paid you had sccJ 'em down in the Louisiana bwnTnpp—they winter there, I expect.” “Winter and summer both. Thar ar a few, I should think in Ark an saw’. Two of ny boys were down ehoppin, wood for the Kr amer t'other day, and them ar snipe sung so loud they come Lack at night and said j thar was a camp uicotlu’ goin’ on down the ' •**c()*jriver.” , v“.Sing?” inquired dory. “That b singular.1 t At the North, as they rbe. 1 have heard v them utter a !• iw whistle, but never knew o they MJ»g before!” • p“Sing!” said the Rackcn«a«*kinn—“thev iping so they make my hair stand on end.— aYou really shoot them ar* critter-'on to the 1Noi ti»? Stranger, if you’ll only come up to cmy plantation and shoot oif tlie crop♦ * 1thar. I’ll give you the best horse yen can p’wk out, and throw in a nigger to take koer 1 nf him.” : 11“Where do you live?” a^ked Dory, “if ^ ever J an up j our way you’ll ha\e to oweme a horse and a negro.” ; *“Wall stranger, I live at Powder Horn * P’int on 3Ictlt;» Creek, 'bout thirty miles from Napaleon, and eult;s me if the man that 'shoots of them s,r birds for me don’t be inv 1•eternal friend, he will?” Look here, the i eternal thing? pitched into my jouugot: child after it was born, so that iu head swelled up as big as a pumpkin!” • J“Pitched into your child!—‘•welled head! 1 ‘ —big m a pumpkin! Did snipe do this?” t rk^d Dory in gr»nt hopes of Inning db • covered tome thing, new. J 1“Well thry did leastwise what you call taupe. We call ‘cm inus-hrr.(,'r} , ;Grand tableau. Curtain descends to slow rsusie of toddy-sticks, broken ice, and the * song of an Arkansas Snipe! : lt;
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Columbia Spy
Columbia, Pennsylvania, US
Sat, Sep 05, 1857
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