The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 3, July 1899 - April, 1900 Page: 90
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wolves or a tiger were all that I feared. The smell of fresh blood
would attract them.
It soon became dark, and very dark. The rain had ceased a little.
I was pretty well located, having a large limb for my seat, which
grew, as most of the lower limbs of the live oak grow, nearly at right
angles from the body or stem; and on top of the elm I had a resting
place for my feet, as also a convenient limb behind me to rest my
back when I wished to change my position. Tying my gun to one of
the limbs for fear I might let it fall and get broken, and putting
my Scotch cap over the lock to keep it dry, I soon found myself feel-
ing a disposition to nod.
But in an hour or so I was aroused from this state, as I heard at
no great distance a whimper and then a hideous howl of a wolf, and
then another and another until the dark woods appeared a howling
wilderness. This did not alarm me in the least, for I knew them of
old, having had a full lesson of the like in my native barrens of Ken-
tucky. It was not long until I heard them growling and snapping at
each other near my hung up balance of the little deer. They after a
while became partially silent. I supposed the master of the crowd
succeeded in getting part of it down, as I heard a scrambling, snap-
ping, and pulling, as if three or more might have a hold on it, for
they had scuffled off from the place where it was hung up. Soon I
presumed that they had finished this piece, for a renewal took place
for the balance, being perhaps the hind quarters, which put it nearly
out of their reach, as many a jump was unsuccessful. About this
time I think they had an accession to their party in the shape of a
tiger. His keen olfactory nerves brought him into the ring. It took
but a little while for him to get down sufficient to satisfy him, and,
cat-like, he then coiled himself down to sleep. I thought he had left,
as I could see or hear nothing; but when daylight appeared there he
was in a sound sleep. I was a little at a loss what was best to be
done. I anticipated his making off if he should hear my voice and
get a scent of me. I was a little dubious as to the propriety of shoot-
ing him, on account of the report of my gun, should Indians be in
hearing; but my first idea was amply sufficient, as the wind had
shifted and was blowing towards him. My loud cough and halloo
started him to his feet, and immediately off he went to the cane.
I was not long getting out of my bed, as the wind had appeared to.
be coming from the north. I thought it in my favor. I wished to go
west, but this cane brake was in the way, and it was a wet job to go
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