Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Thirteen: The Cub of the Panther >> Page 175

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription THE CUB OF THE PANTHER 175
"And to think, Goody, that I should be suckling the Cub of a Painther!
Oh! take away the beast! I shall be afeared, some night, that he'll get up
in the night and devour my dear little Mike Baynam Fuller.""Never you be afeared, Mattie Fuller! It's only a mark, you know; and
the poor little innocent baby hes got no harm in him to do the sort of
thing that a raal genooine painther is born to do. It's only a mark!""But the same thing that gives him the mark, Goody Waters, kin give
him the nater too.""It's the skear of the poor mother that gin him the mark; and all the
skear in the world kin never give a human baby the nater of the beast.""But it's so dreadful, Goody, I'll never be able to put the poor brat
to my buzzom without thinking I sees a painther watching at the door,
and ready to spring out upon me! It's dreadful to think on! That I should
suckle, one minute, my own beautiful Michael Baynam Fuller, and, in the
very next minute, hev to put to the other breast a 'CUB OF THE PAINTHER';
for, talk of it as you please, the child of Rose Carter will always be a `CUB
OF THE PAINTHER' in my sight!"