184: WILD SPOKTS EN THE SOUTH. 



" What's that ahead ?" shouted Jackson. 



" Can't say, though it looks black," I replied, as some 

 indistinct body rushed out from under some grape-vines, 

 shaking down the ripe fruit in showers. 



"Teow! yeow! oohow!" chimed in two or three 

 dogs in chorus, on some new and fresh scent, and Wag, 

 who had been keeping very near me. dashed off to see. 



" There's a buck, look out !" 



" Bang !" sounded Jackson's gun. 



" Never riz a hair !" called Mike, as the deer crashed 

 on. 



" Big buck ! big buck !" called out the negroes 

 beyond. 



* Spang ! 



' There goes Lou's . gun," said Jackson. " What is 

 she shooting ? can you see ?" 



" Yes, a young buck." 



" It's getting lively, Jackson." 



" Wait a little, there's game here ! Hear the boys 

 sing." 



The lively chant of the negroes sounded in the clear 

 air, accompanied by the crashing of their sticks : 



Wake 'em up dare ! 



Waugh and a waugh da ! 

 Git out possum ! 



Waugh da dey ! 



" Da she goes," called a negro, as something bounded 

 out of the bushes. 



