Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | U of South Carolina P | 1974
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with his jaws stretched wide as the great Cave of Kentucky, and his
great white grinders showing like double saws ready to take off a
fellow's leg at a single snap ! I was dreadful skear'd, thinking he'd
hev one of mine. But jist then, my stallion made a wheel, and the
other shot past him like a flash, not able to stop himself easy, a'ter
he hed made thet desperate start.
"But soon he wheeled about, and was for taking us on 'tother
flank, but my nag was too quick for him, and shot round sprigh as
a sparrow, and got a leetle headway on the back track, up the river.
"But the other was at him agin, savage as a meat axe ; and whether
it was me he was a'ter, thinking of his supper all the time, or whether
it was only bekaise he had a love for fighting, kaint be said; I only
knowed that I was in the misery all the time, thinking of my legs,
and I kept 'em doubled-up, close as wax, round the belly of my
stallion, and spurring him with my heels, and working his eyes in
the sockets, to keep him up on the long stretch !
"But soon to'ther Bull, as they say in the army, changed his tick-
tacks, and now fou't with his tail, making a flank movement to do so,
and threshing at the starn of my stallion, ontell in self defence, he
hed to ontwist, and loose my thigh, that he might put his own tail
in fighting order, and to the same usage. And so they jist gin each
other the flail, shot a'ter shot, the long tails coming down upon the
river jist like thunder!
"At this sort of skrimmaging, I soon seed thet my stallion was a
gitting the worst of it, and he felt it too; for, a'ter trying it for
five minutes, he fairly begun to run, and now that he hed his tail
free, he made pretty good time of it; but the spiteful inimy warn't
willing to let him or me off; and he had the heels of my nag, and
come up with him mighty soon, steering up close beside him, jist
like a ship of war that wants to board at close quarters.
"Well, that gin me a new chaince. I could feel that my stallion
was gitting badly whipt, and, as they say in the army, dam moralized!
So I watched my chaince, and when the inimy bull was scraping his
scaly sides agin my leg, I jist throwed myself over upon him and
straddled him instid of my old stallion!
"Twas mighty well done, I tell you. I couldn't jump it, you see;
having my feet upon nothing; but jist throw'd myself over him, hug-
ging him round the neck fast, 'tell I could fling my legs over. Soon