A WELD-CAT HUNT IN CAROLINA. 



IT is a pleasant thing to dash along with the 

 throng, in an animated hunt ; and it is pleasant, 

 when the hunt is at an end, to fight the battle over 

 with the companions of our sport ; while the inci- 

 dents, yet fresh, come pictured back to us, through 

 the medium of the sparkling glass. But it is a 

 cold thing, to tell over the same incidents to an 

 unexcited third party ; and a difficult thing, where 

 a word too little makes you vague, and a word too 

 much makes you tedious so to tell them as to 

 make your story please. Yet, if these scruples 

 were to govern us, no sportsman would write and 

 none through our wide-spread country would know 

 what his brother sportsman was about. For my 

 reader's sake, I would desire to introduce him to 

 some more exciting chase but I trace no fancy 

 sketch : and as a panther is not at my command, I 

 must take him, without further preface, on a wild- 

 cat hunt in South Carolina. 



At eight o'clock, on a fine morning in February, 



we mounted our hunters, and pushed off for a 

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