Columbia College - Columbian Yearbook (Columbia, SC)

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XNhat is it, Bob?', asked john. By George, John, I believe it's chieken. Do you reckon that old black rascal got that chicken from Dad anyway? No, Bob, that's not a chicken. lt,s too big. lt must be a turkey, gm- swered John. Man, let,s eat some. It's done, cried Robert. I'm as hungry as 3 wolf, aren't you FH Yes, but, Bob, it's theirs. It's Aunt Cindy's and- Aw get off, man. I'll pay 'em for it, if it's necessary. Come on, lim hungry, interrupted Robert, fishing out a dripping piece, and handing it to John. Here, take it! Hesitatingly john took it, and Robert continued to fish in the pot. They smacked their lips, their good humor returned, their voices rose, and they laughed, they even became generous. Here, pup, take the old rabbit your black master shot. XYe'll swap with you, said Robert, flinging the rabbit at the gloomy-eyed dog that sneaked around the chimney. The dog accepted the swap, and picking up the rabbit ran under the house. At that moment, the cabin door opened, and Cindy came out to stir the pot. She stopped dumbtounded at the sight of the two boys kneeling at the pot sucking a bone. The boys were equally as startled, and rather abashed. Robert tried to explain. . Aunt Cindy, we-er-we've eaten your turkey, but we'll pay you for it. It looked so good, but sho' we're going to pay you. Aunt Cindy still stared at them speechless, and Robert went on: I'm sorry, but you know, we'll give you just whatever you say for your turkey. Cindy gave an explosive screech, and flopped down on the doorstep. Q,.1'f1y Gawd, marsters, dat wuznit no turkey. Dat wuz a buzzard I wuz a-b1l1n to git grease for de mis'ry in me jlintsf' -D. XV. D. is JW sl,lmVlilillDJJd11Mj,?' N ,fl XX' GQOA .- SlXTY'TWO l ! l 1 E . -..S 5 -Q .-ft. -:lj 4 ir g. ij

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smacked his lips all morning over a prospective drumstick. .-Xnvwav a rabbit hunt was fun, and rabbit me t f X ' ' i ' ' ' a it as second to chicken meat. lhen, too, he would not have to stay at home and console Cindy. Cindy greeted his empty-handed return with wails in spite of thc fitt tl t she had discouraged his hopes before he went, and she would not stop wziilingihi listen to anything about a rabbit or anything else. Pete put on his other coat, coonskin cap, and Clfldy S Old Heuralgyn rag. In the midst of Cindv's doleful wails, Pete grabbed his gun, and called to a reluctant and Uloomv extd l l , H, ,- coffttat shivered on the hearth. He jumped up a rabbit in the hrs ' i ' 5 , I 5 piece ot woods that he entered, but the rabbit did not stop running when he shot, I How come. you ain't git after dat rabbit, dawg? Don't you know l's gittin' too old to kill em? If 'n we don't fotch one back, old Mis' Cindv ain't gwine to let us sleep none tonight. ' The dog refused to walk ahead of his master, trotting pessimisticallv at his heel instead. They walked for an hour without seeing a track. Then around the end of a thick bunch f f f 1 ' ' ' o su ampy vxoodland, a big rabbit came at tull speed. VVith a war whoop, Pete .leveled his gun, and killed the rabbit. Pete and the dog, which now showed his first sign of interest, ran after the dead rabbit. I 'clar to gracious, dis here scound'el jes' run right slam into my gun barrel. Hit's jest nachully done been sent from heben, I b'lieve- His soliloquy was arrested by a yell. Pete jumped around, and saw Robert and john coming around the end of the swamp. Put down my rabbit, you rascal. VVhat do you mean by shooting a rabbit that we ran up? Give it here. Didn't I tell you not to get on my trail? de- manded Robert, coming up and jerking the limp rabbit from Pete's hands. Mr Robert, dat's- Shut up, you black rascalg and get on home, before I put a load of shot in you. Come on, john, and put the rabbit in your bag. He threw the rab- bit to john, and left Pete without further notice. Pete stared stupefied at the departing boys. Presently he again took up his gun, and his soliloquy also: Ne' mind, dawg, dem boys is gwine to get payed for dis. Dat wuz my rabbit, and if hit hadn't a been Capn's boy I would a-a-fought him. Yes, I would-a. The boys went on for about two hours or more, but without hnding any- thing except Pete's tracks. They crossed those at every turn, and finally, CXT1- perated, they started home, with only the rabbit that Pete had killed. Col . tired, and hungry-ravenously hungry-they emerged from The Woods alt UC edge of the field near Petels cabin. As they neared the cabin, they saw that a place in front had been cleared of snow, in which a big black POI Steamed OVFT some coals. They hurried to warm their stiff fingers and toes over the coa s. for the cabin looked deserted. They knelt down and huddled over thehcoals. Presently Robert threw the brick off, and sliding back the hd looked into t e po . A rich odor floated up to their noses. SIX TY-ONE

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