60 WILD SFOETS IN THE SOUTH. 



" HuUoa there ! where are you ? where are the 

 wolves ?" he shouted m his stentorian tones. 



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

 exclaimed a negro who accompanied Jackson on his 

 search. 



I looked aromid, 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/* 



