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ing soldiers. Thank goodness there is no pond 
or deep stream for the coon to plunge into and 
fool the dogs, or perhaps drown one, for a fight¬ 
ing coon in the water is a dangerous customer, 
capable of making short work of the very 
wisest of dogs. Soon the baying changes from 
the short, snappy bark of the trail to a deep 
long-drawn note that means Mr. Coon is treed. 
Apparently the barking is coming from straight 
ahead, half way up the mountain side- Long 
experience has given Old Jim Ball and John 
Stanton a keener sense of direction. With a 
warning shout they wheel and race off at right 
angles. The others follow their lead. One by 
one they plunge into the woods and go tearing 
through the bushes. Breathless from their ex¬ 
ertions they rush on, heedless of entangling 
roots, recklessly throwing themselves over old 
logs and daringly scaling low ledges in the dark¬ 
ness, in their eagerness to reach the dogs. John 
Stanton and Old Jim Ball display the wisdom 
of true woodsmen. They drop into, a peculiar 
swinging gate difficult to describe. It is more a 
long, rapid stride and they carefully pick their 
way by such light as a lantern affords, at a pace 
exceedingly difficult to follow. 
Now the barking is close at hand. Some one 
swings his lantern high over head and discloses 
Old Ring with his feet upon the side of a giant 
hemlock, peering up into its thick branches. 
John Stanton rushing up carefully examines its 
bark for slight abrasions. “He’s thar,” he ex¬ 
claims, “see them nail marks!” A space is hur¬ 
riedly cleared of leaves and a handful of dry 
twigs lighted. Then the masters of ceremony 
sound the tree with the head of an axe and pro¬ 
nounce it solid from bark to heart. Time was 
when they would have ruthlessly fallen upon this 
patriarch of the forest, tooth and nail, and laid 
it to waste. Happily those days are past and 
an easier way, if not as picturesque, is now em¬ 
ployed. Sheldon is already strapping on his 
climbing irons preparatory to exploring the tree 
top and the boys are removing such underbrush 
as might possibly interfere with the forthcoming 
struggle. 
That pile of damp earth that Old Jim Ball is 
scooping up is but another evidence of his deep 
rooted love fdr the woods. In case the coon 
eludes both dogs and men he means to use it to 
effectively smother the fire, avoiding all pos¬ 
sibility of starting a destructive conflagration. 
The supreme moment is at hand. Stripping 
off his coat Sheldon essays the tree. Up he goes 
while those below watch him admiringly. Thirty 
feet from the ground he swings a leg over a 
branch and peers skyward, resting a moment for 
the final climb. Cautiously he swings from limb 
to limb working his way toward the monarch s 
crown. The dogs wise to the game are quietly 
circling around in the. shadows outside the outer 
limits of the branches. 
There comes a cry from Sheldon. “I see him! 
Look out!” High up in the tree a branch is 
shaken violently and a black spot far out on a 
swaying, bending limb comes to life. A violent 
stamping and the coon slips, grasps vainly at his 
swaying foothold, and, down he comes with a 
loud yell from Sheldon and another from below. 
Down through the branches he tumbles, grasp- 
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