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Title: Fisher's River (North Carolina) scenes and characters
Year: 1859 (1850s)
Authors: Taliaferro, Hardin E., 1811-1875
Subjects: American wit and humor
Publisher: New York : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: University Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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I toddled off to the SugarLoaf.* Now I knowd it were the time uv yearfur old bucks to be hard nin thar horns, soI tuck the sunny side uv the Sugar Loaf. Ikep my eyes skinned all the way up, butnuver seen any thing tell I got nairly to thetop, when up jumped one uv the poxtakedestbiggest old bucks you uver seen. He dash-ed round the mounting faster nur a shootinstar ur lightnin. But, howsomever, I blazedaway at him, but he were goin** so fast roundthe Loaf, and the bullet goin strait forrud,I missed him. Evry day fur a week I wentto that spot, allers jumped him up in tensteps uv the same place, would fire away,but allers missed him, as jist norated. I felt that my credit as a marksman, anduv old Bucksmasher, was gittin mighty un-der repair. I didnt like to be outgineraledin any sich a way by any sich a critter.I could smash bucks anywhar and anytime, but that sassy rascal, I couldnt tech a * A lofty peak of the Blue Ridge, running up in a beautifulconical form, resembling a sugar-loaf.
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BENDINti mjCKBMABUEU. UNCLE DAVY LANE. har on him. He were a perfect dar-devil.One whole night I didnt sleep a Avink—didnt bolt my eyes—fixin up my plan.Next mornin I went right smack inter myblacksmith shop, tuck my hammer, and bentold Bucksmasher jist to suit the mounting, sothat when the pesky old buck started roundthe mounting the bullet mout take the twistwith him, and thus have a far shake in therace. I loadened up, and moseyed off to trythe speriment. I Vuv at the spot, and uphe jumped, hoisted his tail like a kite, kickedup his heels in a banterin manner, fur hedoutdone me so often hed got raal sassy. Ilammed away at him, and away he wentround the mounting, and the bullet arterhim—so good a man, and so good a boy. Istood chock still. Presently round theycome like a streak uv sunshine, both buckand bullit, bullit singin out, Whar is it?whar is it T Go it, my fellers, says I, andaway they went round the Loaf like a BlueBidge storm. Afore you could crack yerfinger they was

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