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"I shouted that hooray only onest. On lookin' for the horn I diskivered thet I hed left it on the ground, whar I hed tuk it off afore goin' to sleep under the cyprus.

"I warn't agoin' to be beat in that easy way. Ef I had no vessel that wud draw water I hed my ole doeskin s.h.i.+rt. I ked let that down, soak it, an' pull it up agin'.

"No sooner sayed than done. The s.h.i.+rt war peeled off, gathered up into a clew, tied to the eend o' the string, an' chucked out'ard.

"It struck a branch o' the cyprus, an' fell short.

"I tried agin, an' agin, an' over agin. The darned thing still fell short several feet from the bank o' the river. It warn't any fault o'



the cord. It war long enuf. It war the thick branches o' the cyprus that gin me no chance to make a clur cast. I tried till I got dead tired of failin'--till I seed the thing war impossible--an' then I gin it up.

"I shed a felt dreadful at failin' arter bein' so c.o.c.k sure o' suckcess; but jess then I bethut me o' another plan for reachin' that preecious flooid. I've tolt ye 'bout my cuttin' a lot o' cane to make me a shake-down for sleepin' on. Thar it still war, right under me--a hul cord o' it.

"The sight o' the long tubes surgested a new idee, which I warn't long in puttin' to practice. Takin' the s.h.i.+rt out o' its loop, I made the string fast to the heft o' my bowie. I then shot the knife down among the cane, sendin' it wi' all my might, an' takin' care to keep the peint o' the blade down'ards. It warn't long afore I hed spiked up as much o'

thet ere cane as wud a streetched twenty yurds into the river.

"It tuk more time to manafacter the machine I intended makin', which war a long tube as mout enable me to draw up the water o' the stream. Thar war no eend o' whittlin' an' punchin' out the jeints, an' then splicin'

the tubes one to the tother. But I knowd it war a case o' life or death; an' knowin' thet, I worked on constant as a ole gin-hoss.

"I war rewarded for my patience. I got my blow-gun completed, an'

shovin' it carefully out, takin' the percaushun to gie it a double rest upon the branches, I hed the saterfaction to see its peint dippin' down into the river.

"My mouth war applied to the other eend, an' oh, golly! Thar warn't no mint julep ever sucked through a straw, as tasted like the flooid that kim gurglin' up through that ere cane. I thort I ked niver take the thing from my lips, an' I feel putty sartin thet while I war drinkin', the Ma.s.sissippi must a fell a kupple o' feet in the clur."

"Ha! ha! ha!"

"Ye may larf, young fellar, an' I'm glad to see ye in sech good spirits; but ye ant so elevated as I war. When I tuk my mouth from the cane, I feeled all over a new man, jess as ef I hed been raised from the dead, or dragged out o' a consoomin' fire.

"Wal, strenger, I haint yet got to the eend o' my story--I s'pose you wish to hear the hul on it?"

"By all means--let me hear the _finale_."

"I don't know what ye mean by the finalley, but I'll gie ye the wind-up o' the affair; which preehaps are the most kewrious part o' it.

"I lived in the fork of thet ere cyprus for six long days, occasionally payin' a visit to the eagles' necst, an' robbin' the young baldies o'

the food thar parents hed purvided for them. Thar diet war various, consistin' o' fish, flesh, an' fowl, an' o' a konsequence so war mine.

I hed all three for a change; sometimes a rabbit, sometimes a squrrel, with game to foller, sech as partridge, teal, an' widgeon. I didn't cook 'em at all. I war afraid o' settin' fire to the withered leaves o'

the tree, an' burnin' up the neest--which wud a been like killin' the goose as laid the eggs o' gold.

"I mout a managed that sort o' existence for a longer spell, tho' I acknowledge it war tiresome enuf. But it warn't that as made me anxious to gie up, but suthin' very diff'rent. I seed that the young baldies war every day gettin' bigger. Thar feathers war comin' out all over an'

I ked tell that it wudn't be long till they'd take wing.

"When that time arrove whar shed I be? Still in the tree ov coorse; but whar war my purvision to c.u.m from? Who wud supply me wi' fish an' flesh an' fowl, as the eagles had done? Clurly ne'er a one. It war this thort as made me uneezy. I knew it war not likely I shed ever be diskivered now, since my ole 'ooman hedn't made her appearance sooner; an' as to any boat stoppin' for my hail, thet trick I hed tried till I war a'most broken-winded--leastwise I hed kep' hollerin' every hour day arter day till my thrapple war as sore as a blister.

"I seed clarly thet I must do suthin' to get down out o' that tree, or die among its branches, an' I spent all my spare time in thinkin' what _mout_ be did. I used to read in Webster's spellin'-book that 'needcessity are the mother o' invenshun.' I reckon old Web warn't fur astray when he prented them ere words--anyways it proved true in the case o' Zeb Stump, at the time he war stuck up in that cyprus.

"I hed noticed thet the two ole eagles bekim tamer and tamer as they got used to me. They seed thet I did no harm to thar chicks, 'ceptin' so far as to abstrack from them a portion o' thar daily allowance; but I allers took care to leave them sufficient for themselves, an' as thar parents appeared to hev no diffeequlty in purvidin' them wi' plenty-- unlike many parents in your country, as I've heerd, strenger--my pilferins didn't seem much to distress them.

"They grew at last thet they'd sit on the one side o' the neest, while I war peepin' over the other!

"I seed thet I ked easily snare them, an' I made up my mind to do thet very thing: for a purtickler purpus thet k.u.mm'd into my head, an' which promised to extercate me out o' the ugly sc.r.a.pe I hed so foolishly got into.

"Wal, strenger, my idee war this. I hed noticed thet the eagles war both big birds, an' strong i' the wing. Everybody knows thet much. It thurfore occurred to me that I mout make them wings do me a sarvice,-- otherways thet they _mout carry me out o' the tree_.

"In coorse I didn't intend they shed take me up i' the air. There warn't much danger o' that. I only thort they mout sarve to break my fall like one o' them things, _parryshoots_ I b'lieve they call 'em, an'

the which I myself had seed onest in Noo Orleans, sent up into the air wi' a cat and a c.o.o.n in it.

"Arter I'd got my plan tol'ably well traced out, I sot about trappin'

the old eagles.

"In less 'n an hour's time I hed both o' 'em in my keepin', wi' thar beaks spliced to keep 'em from bitin' me, an' thar claws cropped clur off wi' my bowie.

"I then strengthened the cord I hed used to draw up the canes, by doublin' it half a dozen times, until it war stout enuf to carry my weight. One eend o' it I looped round the legs o' the eagles, gatherin'

all four into a bunch, whilst the other eend I made fast around my own karkiss, jess under the armpits.

"I did all this upon the lowest limb o' the cyprus, whar I had fetched down the eagles.

"When all war ready, I drew my bowie from its sheath, and with its sharp peint I p.r.i.c.ked both the baldies at the same time, so as to set them a-floppin. As soon as I seed thar four wings in full play, I slid off o' the branch, directin' myself torst the groun' underneath.

"I ant very sartin as to what follered. I only recollex bein' dragged through the branches o' the cyprus, an' the minnit arter plungin'

_cochuck_ into the waters o' the Ma.s.sissippi. I shed most sartinly a been drowned ef that ere cord had broken, or the eagles had got loose.

As it war, the birds kep' beatin' the water wi' thar big wings, and in thet way hindered Zeb Stump from goin' under.

"I've heerd o' a woman they called Veenis bein' drawed through the sea by a kupple o' swans; but I don't b'lieve they kud a drawed her at a quicker rate o' speed than I war carried over the buzum o' the Ma.s.sissippi. In less than five minnits from the time I hed dropped out o' the tree, I seed myself in the middle o' the river and still scufflin' on. I seed that the baldies war boun' for the Arkansaw sh.o.r.e, an' knowin' that my life depended on thar reachin' it, I offered no opposition to thar efforts, but lay still an' allowed them to continue thar career.

"As good luck wud hev it, they had strength enuf left to complete the crossin'; an' thar war another bit o' good luck in the Arkansaw bank bein' on a level wi' the surface o' the water; so that in five minnits arter, I foun' myself among the bushes, the baldies still flutterin'

about me, as ef determined to carry me on over the great parairas o' the West.

"I feeled that it war time to stop the steam, an' take in sail; so clutchin' holt o' a branch, I brought the baldies to anchor. I war all out o' breath, and it war some time afore I ked rekiver my legs, and release myself from my feathered k.u.mpanyuns. I tuk good care not to let them go; though sartintly I owed them thet much for the sarvice they had done me, but jess then I bethort me o' the Britisher at Grand Gulf--ah!

you it war, ye say, young feller?"

"Certainly. And those are the eagles I purchased from Mrs Stump?"

"Them same birds, strenger. You shed a hed the young 'uns, but thar warn't no chance ever ag'in to clomb thet cyprus, an' what bekim o' the poor critters arterward, I haint the most distant idee. I reckin they ended thar days in the neest, which ye still see up thar; an' ef they did, I reckin the buzzarts wudn't be long in makin' a meal o' 'em."

With my eyes directed to the top of the tall cypress, and fixed upon a dark ma.s.s, resembling a stack of f.a.ggots, I listened to the concluding words of this queer chapter of "Backwoods Adventure."

Story 7.

THE BLACK JAGUAR--AN ADVENTURE ON THE AMAZON.

It has been a contested point among naturalists, whether the black jaguar of America is merely a variety of the _felis onca_, or a distinct species. The best informed writers regard it in the former light; and, so far as my observation has extended, I can perceive no essential difference between the two varieties, either in size, shape, or habits.

They appear to be distinguished by colour alone.

Every one knows the colour of the common jaguar--a glossy yellowish ground, turning paler, almost whitish, under the belly and throat, and mottled all over by what appear to be jet black spots, but which, on closer inspection, turn out to be irregular rings, each with a black blotch in the centre, forming a species of marking which may very properly be termed a rosette. It is this central spot of the ring that chiefly distinguishes the markings of the jaguar from those of the leopard and panther of the Old World--these having the ring, but not the dab in the centre.

Among the _felidae_, of the second cla.s.s, as regards size--that is, those next in size to the lion and tiger--there are five spotted species, quite distinct from one another, although they are usually spoken of under the common appellation of panthers or leopards. Four of these belong to the Old World--the true leopard, panther, the cheetah, or hunting leopard, and the ounce. The first two are very much alike, and can be distinguished from one another only by the skilled zoologist.

The leopard is an inhabitant of the warmer countries of both Asia and Africa, while, as far as I can ascertain, the panther is found only in Southern Asia and the great Indian islands. The cheetah, easily identified by its shape as well as markings, its black spots being without the rings, is distributed over a vast range, comprising the whole continent of Africa, with a large portion of that of Asia.

The fourth of the great spotted cats of the Old World is the least known. Buffon procured a single skin, and gave to the animal the appellation of the "ounce;" but his description is worthless, and his knowledge is confined to the expression of a belief that it came from some eastern country--perhaps Persia. Since the time of the French naturalist the "ounce" has been a mystery; and although stuffed skins may be seen in many museums, no one appears to know whence they have been procured, or anything of the habits of the animal from which they have been stripped. But this uncertainty need continue no longer.

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