184 WILD SPORTS IN 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. 



"Yeow! 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 theu* 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. 



