Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Book First / Chapter One >> Page 7

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription CHAPTER ONE 7
Sam Fuller, of dark complexion, was more silent, though by no
means sullen, and he occasionally joined in the conversation, throwing
in a sentence which might be sarcastic here and there, by way of
keeping up the ball of provocation.
Breakfast over, Mike left the table, lighted his pipe, drew his chair to
the fireside, crossed one leg over the other, and lapsed into silence for a
time. Sam Fuller rose also, and, gathering up a platter of scraps, bones,
and debris of deer-meat and corn bread from the plates, proceeded to
the door, which, as he opened it on the East, let in a flood of light from
the sun, which was just climbing up the sides of the low mountain
which stretched away in front. A whistle for the hounds, and they
rushed out, with blended howls, from beneath the cabin, and eagerly
snatched up their food. There were Tear-coat and Snap, Swallow and
Bruiser all famous dogs, not one of which was without proofs, in
many a scar, of fierce struggles with bear and panther. We shall proba-
bly yet behold them in sharp conflicts, in which, on both sides, the teeth
will be made to meet in the flesh.