A GOOD PANTHER STORY,
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The New York Spirit of the Times has the following good story of Chucky, an old hunter, m Warren county, Mississippi:

 .sBut it was the first time in my life that pd been lost, and that did poster me mlghti- ly. We'll, sir, arter studyim awhile, thought 1d better put back towards the camp, nigh ty tired and discouraged. then throw'd my gourd round to take d drink ot Ticker, and it was filled with water! fact Thinks l., Chuckv. you must have been mighty drunk Hast night; that made me sorter low spirited like man, and my heart was water. It had commenced gitting sorter dark, the wind was blowin and dark clouds were flying, and was going along sorter oneasy and cusin, when panther yelled out close by me! turned with my gun cooked, but couldn't see it-presenty ] hearn 1t agin, and out it come and then another Here's hell said |, takin crack and missin to ccr- tanty, and away they dartcd through the cane. drapd my gun to load, and by the great Jackson, there warn't full load of power in the goard loaded mighty care fully. and started on to pick out some holler tree to sleep in. Every once and while q glimpse of the partners on my trail. Pan- thers, ,. says l, < I'll make child's bargain with you, if you will let me alone you may go long and if you don't there's Il ball into the head of one of ye'er, and this knife hush! if my knife warn't gone, wish may never taste bars meat! raised my arm trem- bling like leaf, and says l., Jim, I'll have your melt.o We'll, l was ill trouble, sure i thought was on the Tehule Letu Lake and watched!

 Well, I did Oh you may ,larf, but gis imagine yourself lost in Sky Lake, (the cane on Sky Lake is some-thirty miles long, ifom one to three miles wide, thick as har on dog's back, and about thirty feet high),- out of ticker, out of powedcr,- your knife gone, the ground covered with STOW, you very hungry and tired. and two partners follering your trail, and you'd think you was oewitched too.

 We'll, here they come, never lettin on, bu makin arrangements to have my scalp thai night; never lettin on, but determined they shouldn't. The har had been standing on my head for more nor an hour and the sweat was gist rolling of me, and that sat ished me fight was brewin atween me and the partners. stopped two or three times thinkin they'd come creeping along through the cane, and soon as they'd sse me they'd stop. lay down, roll over and twrl their tails about like kittens playin; I'd then shout,- shake the cane, and away they'd go. Oh they thought they had me; in course they did. and determined with myself if they did le, me go, if they didn't attack an orna mental man, alone and lost, without Ticker dogs, powder or knife. that the very frs time got a panther up a tree, with my whole pack at the root, my flicker gourd full, m, twelve to the pound wager loaded, and m, knife in shaving order, I'd let hlm! Yes t--dif didn't!

 But what did they care. They'dno more feeling than the devil! knowd't wouldn't do to risk tite in the cane right thar, and pushed on to find an open place whar ] could make sure 1f my one lsstl, ard rsly