60 WILD SPORTS IN THE SOUTH. 



" Hulloa there ! where are you ? where are the 

 wolves ?" he shouted in his stentorian tones. 



" Dare's de sheep I'm bin huntin' all dis bressed night," 

 exclaimed a negro who accompanied Jackson on his 

 search. 



I looked around, and there was Jackson's big flock of 

 sheep, staring blandly at us up in the trees, and at their 

 master, by turn. It had been their eyes we had seen in 

 the darkness. 



And there was Jackson see-sawing on a fallen tree 

 hiccoughing, and laughing and crying by turns and there 

 were the negroes, and they called in the sheep, " Ho ! 

 ho ! ho ! Oh laws a maussy, did I ever ho ! ho ! ho ! 

 ho ! wolves, oh laws a maussy !" 



Poke slid down the tree he was in, picking up his coat- 

 tail, that had been torn off by a broken limb in his 

 hurried ascent, sighing : 



" Oh ! that I had the wings of a dove." 



