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he saw the old cat up on the hay mow. Fact is, 
they saw each other at about the same time and 
both started for a little runway, the only way 
out of the barn. Hen made it all right and 
muckled right onto the cat with his bare hands 
and then began to let go as much as he could. 
The old cat reached up and yanked Hen’s vest 
off first grab and then began forward and back 
peddling all over Hen’s bosom. After three 
fast rounds they broke away and Hen came out 
into the open just in time to see a bobcat mak¬ 
ing thirty foot leaps for the swamp.” 
“Well, I swan!” ejaculated Eli, “is that how 
Hen got all o’ them scars on his-” 
Bang! crashed Hen’s twelve. 
“Cracky! how Hen’s old siren qan yelp!” 
jerked out Sam as he unconsciously dodged and 
half held up a guarding elbow. 
Hen enthusiastically hurried out over the forty 
yard range to scrutinize the “hole” he had bored 
in the target, while Obadiah sidled over to his 
buggy and exchanged his twelve for the old ten 
gauge. The crowd, mindful that Hen must not 
get his eye on Obadiah’s young cannon, motioned 
wildly to Hen to fix a new target and stand 
aside, which he did and then just enough more 
to let Obadiah see the contempt he had for his 
aim. Obadiah looked anxiously behind him, for 
he was quite aware of the jar he would soon 
receive, lifted the old relic to position, laid his 
ears back, said a little prayer, and unhooked. 
Boom! howled the old weapon as she spat out 
her ounce and a half of soft shot. Obadiah 
staggered dizzily back a step or two, his eyes 
fluttered back from their heavenward flight, and 
with the return of equilibrium he hastened back 
to the buggy to exchange for the twelve. Hen 
didn’t hurry any in bringing the targets in and 
his concern was well grounded, for sure enough 
when they were compared each seemed to have 
about the same number of holes in them. It 
occurred to Obadiah that he had used number 
six shot against Hen’s seven and a half but he 
couldn’t “let on,” of course, and so challenged 
Hen to a ten target race at the traps for a plug 
of Piper before that worthy could demand a 
second trial at the paper targets. 
“Take him on,” yelled the crowd in glee. 
“Well,” decided Hen, “this is my off-day but 
it won’t take close pointing to hang up Obadiah’s 
pelt and I’d be delighted to accommodate Mr. 
Durkee, seeing he’s so anxious.” 
“Is that so?” sassed Obadiah. “Dig up your 
