162 Old Bays on the Farm 



the other bank I saw a dark object makin' tracks 

 for the tall timber/' 



"An* you let it get clear away," said young 

 'Jdey. 



* * Yes, an ' we was mighty glad to let it go. That 

 there 'coon your Uncle Jim and me had been 

 a-foolin' with was either a wildcat or 'painter' or 

 catamount," continued the old man. 



"Jim got off with a few scratches and bruises 

 but it kind of stopped our finishin' out that sec- 

 ond row of pelts for a few nights." 



"Wish we could tree one of them animals now," 

 said young Joey. 



"What, you won't be scared into stayin' at home 

 nights! Well, well, you'll just have to go 'coon 

 huntin' an' take your chances," said the old 

 farmer as he looked with pride on his youngest 

 son. 



