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190 TRUE STORIES OF OLD
"Now, you would suppose that the little bullet-headed negro,
who had been merely looking on and who had not been gambling
at all, would have made no effort to escape, but he was the
worst frightened of all of them. When he caught sight of me,
.he let out a yell like a frightened woman and tore down the
bank and plunged in the bayou. I saw I could not get him ,and
as I did not want him particularly, I turned my attention to
the others. I heard the anchored negro puffing and blowing
and on looking down I found he was busy trying to unstrap his
wooden leg, so he could leave it there and roll off into the bayou.
He was determined to get away, so 1 thought I had best take
him in charge. I crawled down to where he was anchored and
when I got there I took a look for the negro who had jumped
in the bayou. I knew he had not had time to swim half way
over the bayou, but he was nowhere in sight. I could see along
the bank on my side, but there was not a sign of him. Finally
I concluded he had gone under and been drowned. I got my
one-legged chap out and took him up the bank and was about
to leave him, when I noticed a good sized piece of plank floating
along in the bayou and something peculiar about it attracted
my attention. I watched it closely and then thought I could
see a kind of bump at one end. I walked down the bank where
I could get a better view and then I saw what it was. The
negro had sunk his whole body, leaving only his mouth and nose
sticking slightly out of the water and was floating along quietly
with the board, waiting for me to leave. I told my one-legged
man that I thought there was a turtle on the board and that 1
was going to kill it. I said that to scare the negro, but his ears
being under water he did not hear me. Then I took careful
aim at the far end of the board and cut down with my sixshooter.
No harpooned whale or sea monster ever cut up worse
than that negro did. He fairly rose out of the water, yelling
like a crazy man. It scared me badly, for I thought that
I had hit him and I would not have done that for anything. He
commenced yelling: I give up, Mr. Baker! I give up, Mr.
Baker!' I ordered him to come to shore and was much relieved
to find that he was unharmed. I took the two to Harrisburg
and turned them over to the constable there, and came on .to
town. I was more amused than proud for all I had done was
to capture a one-legged negro who actually caught himself by
bogging down, and capture a negro who had done nothing to be
I HAVE told'of the. boy hunters of Houston and of what fun
we used to have chasing rabbits, shooting birds and roaming
over the prairies and woods which are now thickly
settled portions of the City of Houston, and now I am going to
tell of a sure enough hunter one, whose exploits in that line
equaled those of any of the great hunters of this country.
Here’s what’s next.
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Young, Samuel Oliver. True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young., book, 1913; Galveston, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth24646/m1/190/: accessed May 28, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; .