I hunted up a stick, and, after a heap of trouble, I got the life manted out of it; but even then it wouldn't let go its hold on Turk's nose, nor could I get him loose till I'd took my knife and cut its claw off. Turk was always shy of eagles from that time. "`I never was frightened much by any of the backwoods varmint but once, and then I was but a young gal. Tom Ennis had gone up to Louisville with a load of skins, and it was so far he couldn't make it back the same day; so Sally (that was Tom's wife) she got me to go over to their cabin and stay with her all night for company. Sally had a young baby that weren't very well, so it kept up such a crying that we couldn't sleep for it. I recollect we had the bed made up on the floor. In the middle of the night we hearn somethin' about on the boards of the roof, a scrapin' and scratchin' as if a tryin' to get in. The moon was shinin' atween the boards, and by the light of it we soon seed, whatever the thing might be, that it had got the board slipt aside enough so it could poke a great heavy paw down. Well, it worked on like a trooper, and directly we saw a big whiskery-lookin' head, poked through, and two fiery eyes a glarin' down at us. A little longer, and the hole was big enough to admit its body, and in he bounced on to the floor of the cabin, the biggest kind of an old he-panther. You'd better believe there was a couple of folks scart enough then, for we knowed the cries of the baby had attracted its attention, and it had come on purpose to make a meal out'n some of us. We covered up our heads, and laid there with our hearts a thumping. The panther sat down by the side of our bed, and wriggled his tail a bit, and then he begun to pat us gently with his paws, as if he wanted to play afore eatin' us, like a cat does with a mouse when she ain't very hungry. Just then, Sally, who was so scart that she didn't know what she was at, gave a loud scream, and flirted the blanket right off'n us on to the panther. The movement, being so sudden and so unlooked for, gave the varmint a dreadful scare, and up through the hole he went, like a kite. That was the last we saw or heerd of him, and you may be sartain we were satisfied.'" The ex-sergeant promised to relate more of his adventures on his way to and from the gold diggings on a future occasion. But the corporal with whom he deserted having frequently written to him since he was taken, at last purchased his discharge, and started him in business at Sheffield; so we saw no more of him after he left the regiment. CHAPTER FIFTEEN. Bid him beside, his daily pains employ To form the tender manners of the boy, And work him like a waxen babe with art, To perfect symmetry in every part. ------------------------------------------------------------------------