Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Four: The ''Cub'' Saves his Father's Life, But Administers a Sharp Admonition >> Page 211

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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
and your boy, whom God never made to be a hunter, he is made for bet-
ter things.""What better things, Mike, I'd like to know?""There are many. He may be a good doctor, a good lawyer, a good
preacher, a good school-master, a good merchant, or a good engineer.
Now, I claim Bayn for myself, and I have been thinking, for some time,
of sending him down to Spartanburg to school.""You, Mike!""Yes. I can afford it, Sam, and he's my nephew; and if you can't make
a great hunter of him, I'll try to make a great man of him. So say no more
to him about hunting. Young Mike will beat him all day at that busi-
ness; but, in time, I think, you'll be glad to know that your boy is not a
hunter, but something better. Do you give him up to me?""To be sure, Mike, if you says it! You've got the sense to know what's
best.""Very good. Mattie Fuller, see to the boy's clothes. Rig him out as well
as you can, and as soon as you can, and what you can't supply can be
got for him at the clothing shops in the village. You've got but one week
to do it in. He shall go with me to Mr. McCullough's school in
Spartanburg, and I've money enough in William Walker's hands, for
meat, to pay for him, board and schooling, for the next six months."
So that matter was disposed of.
Young Fuller looked his acknowledgments to Mike, the tears filling
his eyes. The sagacious thought of the old hunter had reached a degree
of wisdom, in his judgment, which was to yield good fruit in future days.
Another week, and the boy was committed to the charge of the Rev.
Mr. McCullough, to be dealt with according to his direction, and taught
all things which he could learn.
We shall not be surprised, hereafter, to hear that he has become emi-
nent in one of the professions.
Meanwhile, Mike Baynam, his uncle, had a new motive for pursu-
ing the vocation of a hunter with increased diligence. There were two
boys of his adoption. But the son of Rose Carter cost no money for
schooling. He desired no books, and acquired only by absorption. This
he did with wonderful readiness. Nothing, in the conversation of others,
escaped his observation or memory. Every leading idea was eagerly
grasped, and, though he was too illiterate to write a decently constructed
grammatical sentence, his conversation, when he did speak, was marked
by unusual correctness, and rarely betrayed his ignorance of books or
men. He seemed to have inherited, in this respect, from his nice and