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ran against them. Remember it's 'coons, not cats, 

 we're after and that the first man at the foot of 

 the tree when the dog trees a 'coon gets all the 

 glory as well as the pelt. Now, let loose the dog 

 there, Foley, and everybody hunt 'coons." 



The hunt was on in dead earnest. Over against 

 a dark woods was a corn-field and towards this 

 the Club followed the dog on the run. About the 

 shocks of fodder corn ''Old Tige" sniffed and to 

 the delight of the hunters gave vent to a sharp 

 bark and headed for the woods on the run. 



*'He's struck a scent, boys," shouted an en- 

 thusiast. 



''Good 'Old Tige,' there's no better 'coon dog 

 on earth," chirped another member of the Club. 

 The remainder of the members said nothing, feel- 

 ing that they needed all the breath they had for 

 the foot race which was then in progress. 



At the foot of a scrubby oak "Old Tige" set up 

 a vociferous howling and a youth with climbers 

 soon shinnied up the tree. After a long search 

 among the branches he located a dark object out 

 on the end of the limb. 



"Here he is, boys, watch out below there," 

 shouted the climber as he violently shook the limb. 



Hurtling through the air came the 'coon and 



landed on "Old Tige's" back — ^not a 'coon but a 



black cat, which leaped away into the darkness, 



. but not before its identity was discerned and not 



'before it had added a further scar to the dog's 



already numerous collection. 



