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single and double guns with balky hammers — in fact 

 a collection of real curiosities that a dime museum 

 manager with any enterprize ought to snap at. And 

 then the dogs — or " dawgs " as they call them in this 

 region — their diversity is even greater than that of 

 the guns. Hounds of all kinds, some of which would 

 run rabbits and not bother with squirrels ; others that 

 would tree squirrels and not trouble their heads with 

 rabbits; opossum dogs, good, bad and indifferent; 

 pointers of the first-class and others of no class 

 at all. But all were in demand and none out of 

 use. 



I saw one party of gunners consisting of seventeen 

 men and boys, colored and white. They had five 

 hounds with them and were in pursuit of a poor, lone 

 rabbit. There was a good deal of ammunition wasted, 

 but the numbers of the attacking force left a slim 

 chance for the rabbit, and it was killed. 



I saw another party that had treed a gray squirrel 

 in an old poplar. The little fellow, in his endeavor to 

 get out of the way of danger, had climbed to the top 

 of the tree — a very tall one — and there he sat, with 

 his tail curved gracefully over his back, while he 

 looked down on the enemy who were banging away 

 at him as rapidly as they could fire and reload. Their 

 bangs, however, didn't upset either himself or his 

 equanimity. When I left they had fired twenty shots 

 at him ; still the little fellow sat there with his tail 



