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Wherever I put my cane down, I seemed to come to his back shell ; 

 but after edgin' out a bit for some time I could make out the rim of it, 

 snd I tell you he was a whopper, accordin' to my probin'. That turtle 

 seemed about as big 'round as a wash-tub, and I got regularly worked 

 up about him. I wasn't in trim for huntin', but didn't care. I'd 

 found a turtle that was worth bavin', and I meant to have him. 

 Probin' showed that he was about three feet deep in the mud, but I 

 made up my mind to locate his tail and then reach down for him. So 

 I did, but it was no use. I felt about, and got one ugly scratch from 

 a hind-foot, but he kept his tail out of reach, or hadn't any ; I didn't 

 know which, then. After thinkin' a spell, I concluded I'd try to get 

 a pry under him, and went for a fence-rail. It took me some time to 

 get what I wanted, and w^hen I got back that turtle had got out. I 

 probed all 'round, but he'd moved. This rather took me down, but I 

 kept up my hunt, and after a bit found he'd moved straight for the 

 main ditch, and was tearin' up the mud on the bottom as he went. 

 This was all that saved him for me, and I no sooner learned his where- 

 abouts than I went for him in earnest. I ran the rail I had right 

 under him, and tried to lift him up. Thunder and lightnin', boy, you 

 might as well try to lift a steer ! I disturbed him, though, and checked 

 his course a bit. Jammin' the rail down again, I guess I hit his head, 

 for it riled him, evidently, and he raised right up. His head and neck 

 came out of the sand, and I was for standin' back just then. If ever 

 you saw a wicked eye, that turtle had one, and his head was as big as 

 my fist. Stickin' his head out, though, gave me the knowledge I 

 wanted. I knew how he laid in the mud, and I ran my rail down 

 under him as far as I could. It kept him from divin' down, and I 

 went right into the ditch to try and get a hold on his tail if I could. 

 This I did, after feelin' for it a bit, and no sooner had I got a good 

 grip on it than the old fellow got free of the rail and commenced goin' 

 deep into the mud. I tugged and he dug, and it was a clear case of 

 * pull Dick, pull devil,' between us. He was gettin' the better of me, 

 though, for I was gettin' chilled in that water, and had nearly lost my 

 hold, when the turtle gave an extra jerk, and if it hadn't been for the 

 fence-rail I'd a lost him. I was pulled for'ard, but the rail was right 

 in front, so I put one foot on it, to keep from sinkin' any deeper in 

 the mire. This bracin' gave me the advantage now, and I put all my 

 strength to it. The turtle came a little, and I seemed to gain strength. 

 I tugged and tugged with all my might, and presently his hind-feet 

 showed. You see, he hadn't firm enough mud to hold on to. I backed 

 slowly across the ditch when I got him in open water, and got a fair 

 footin' on the ditch-bank at last. Still, I wasn't out of the woods by 

 a long shot. That turtle weighed close onto seventy pounds, and I'd 

 no means of handlin' him. Chilled through, with both hands needed 

 to hold him, and in the middle of the mucky meadow, all that was 

 left me was to try and drag him to the high, smooth meadows. It was 



