Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Two: Matrimonial Speculations—How Women are to be Won, and So Forth. >> Page 52

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription 52 THE CUB OF THE PANTHER
good cheer while she remained an invalid? Here she was of opinion that
Providence ordered things very unnaturally as well as unreasonably.
But Mattie Fuller, having started off at a particular pace and in a par-
ticular direction, was not disposed to forego the advantages of her
beginning. She felt that she disquieted the stately lady at every sentence,
but she found a malicious pleasure in doing so; and even at the cost of
conscience somewhat doing a little "white-lying," as respects the
peace, plenty, and pleasures of her home she dilated equally on the
excellent condition of Mike in mind and body, and the admirable prof-
its resulting from his and Sam Fuller's daily hunting; and this disqui-
eted the beautiful Miss Rose, who, with an air of pique, said:
"Why, we heard that Mr. Baynam was quite sick and sorrowful with
some strange disorder, and that he had given up hunting altogether.""He give up hunting! Mike! Why, bless your beautiful eyes, Rose,
he'd sooner give up wife, children and friends and family! He lives in
hunting only! He'd sooner go on a bear hunt than go to the finest ball
or party in the world; and never would go, but that Sam Fuller and
myself coax and wring him into it, for you see he's young and unmar-
ried, and it would be pitiful to think of sich a man as he living and dying
an old bachelor, which is like living and being little better than a dog!
So we forced him to go to places where he'd never set a foot or darken
a door of we didn't push him on. Then, it's a world of pities that a per-
son who shakes sich a mighty fine leg as Mike should care no more for
dancing than he does for almost anything that you could mention from
hickory to huckleberry. No! no! Mike, I'm afeared, will never think of
anything in this world to please him hafe so well as a shot at a buck,
and a good wrastle with a brown bar. He's off by times in the morning,
and we never sees him agin till night, and then he's sure to bring behind
him, on his horse, some beautiful big beast that counts for money in
Spartanburg and Greenville all seasons of the year."
Rose and her mother looked at each other with dubious glances, the
countenance of the latter expressive of a full measure of disgust! The
pique of Rose would not allow her to be silent, however, and it was with
no little audacity that she ventured upon what might be considered for-
bidden ground.
"Well," said she, "that's all news to me. I'm sure I see him at nearly
all the parties I go to, and I go, I think, to all that take place within rid-
ing distance. And when I saw him last at Polly Blanton's wedding, he
never once took out a partner, and, indeed, he seemed to be quite out
of sorts at something!""Exactly, Rose Carter, that's jest what I'm telling you. When we