Toby Smiths Panther Hunt.

AN ARKANSAS STORY.
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You know Jim w, who hangs
out in sour neckr' He is haichet,
faced and hawk billed, which spoils
his looks, that's fact. but doesn't
prevent him from being clever fell
low. met him last summer, at the
"Pnt." Said how do you do Jim?"


"Hozvdy?' said he. He was tolera'
bly, shy, and looked uneasy;l knew
what allied him, but let on as though
| didn't.


"Why, what's the matter? You
look depressed. hope nothing un-
fortunate has happened; you are not
hipped, are you?


4 "No," says he, raising bis head to
suit the word. "Nothing unfortunate
amt happened. amt hipped mother,
but Pm moaghty bad plagued"


'Why, how now, come, come. un"
twist.


Now, you know as we'll as | dol
You're just letting on you DON'T"


l assured him to the contray, and
urged him TO acquaint me with the
cause which had produced SO power
ful AN effect.


'Well,' says he, Il have been fooled
that's the truth; every body knows il,
and If you don't, had as well tell it