“The season for bar-hunting, stranger,” said the man of Arkansaw, “is
generally all the year round, and the hunts take place about as regular.
I read in history that varmints have their fat season, and their lean
season. That is not the case in Arkansaw: feeding as they do upon the
_spontenacious_ productions of the sile, they have one continued fat
season the year round: though in winter, things in this way is rather
more greasy than in summer, I must admit. For that reason, bar with us
run in warm weather, but in winter they only waddle. Fat, fat! it’s an
enemy to speed; it tames everything that has plenty of it. I have seen
wild turkeys, from its influence, as gentle as chickens. Run a bar in
this fat condition, and the way it improves the critter for eating is
amazing; it sort of mixes the ile up with the meat, until you can’t tell
t’other from which. I’ve done this often. I recollect one perty morning
in particular, of putting an old he fellow on the stretch, and
considering the weight he carried, he run well. But the dogs soon tired
him down, and when I came up with him, wasn’t he in a beautiful sweat—I
might say fever; and then to see his tongue sticking out of his mouth a
feet, and his sides sinking and opening like a bellows, and his cheeks
so fat he couldn’t look cross. In this fix I blazed at him, and pitch me
naked into a briar patch if the steam didn’t come out of the bullet-hole
ten foot in a straight line. The fellow, I reckon, was made on the
high-pressure system, and the lead sort of bust his biler.”
“That column of steam was rather curious, or else the bear must have
been _warm_,” observed the foreigner, with a laugh.
“Stranger, as you observe, that bar was _warm_, and the blowing off of
the steam show’d it, and also how hard the varmint had been run. I have
no doubt if he had kept on two miles farther, his insides would have
been stewed; and I expect to meet with a varmint yet of extra bottom,
who will run himself into a skinful of bar’s grease: it is possible;
much onlikelier things have happened.”
“Whereabouts are these bears so abundant?” inquired the foreigner, with
increasing interest.
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