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“Doc, you’ve hearn a bar bustin’ threw a cane-brake, and know how near to a harrycane it is. I almost cummenst dodgin’ the trees, thinkin’ it war the best in the shop one a comin’, for it beat the loudest thunder ever I heard; that ole bar did, comin’ to get his death from an ole, one-legged cripple, what had slayed more of his brethren than his nigger foot had ever made trax in the mud. Doc, he heerd a monstrus long ways ahead of the dogs . I warn’t skeered, but I must own, as I had but one shot, an’ no knife, I wud have prefurd they had been closer. But here he cum! he bar – big as a bull – boys off h-llwards – dogs nowhar – no knife – but one shot – and only one leg that cood run!

“The bar ‘peered s’prised to see me standin’ ready for him in the openin’; for it war currently reported ‘mong his brethren that I war either dead, or no use for bar. I thought fust he war skeered; and, Doc, I b’leve he war, till he cotch a sight of my wooden leg, and that toch his pride, for he knew he would be hist outen every she bear’s company, ef he run from a poor, sickly, one-legged cripple, so on he cum, a small river of slobber pourin from his mouth, and the blue smoke curlin outen his ears. I tuck good aim at his left, and let drive. The ball struck him on the eyebrow, and glanced off, only stunnin’ him for a moment, jes givin’ me time to club my rifle, an’ on he kum, as fierce as old grizzly. As he got in reach, I gin him a lick ‘cross the temples, brakin’ the stock in fifty pieces, an’ knockin’ him senseless. I struv to foller up the lick, when, Doc, I war fast – my timber toe had run inter the ground, and I cuddent git out, though I jerked hard enuf almost to bring my thigh out of joint. I stuped to unscrew the infurnal thing, when the bar cum too, and cum at me agen. Vim! I tuck him over the head, and, cochunk, he keeled over. H-ll! but I cavorted and pitched. Thar war my wust enemy, watin’ for me to giv him a finisher, an’ I cuddent git at him. I’d cummense unscrewin’ leg – here cum bar – vim – cochunck – he’d fall out of reach – and, Doc, I cuddent git to him . I kept workin’ my body round, so as to unscrew the leg, and keep the bar off till I cood ‘complish it, when jes as I tuck the last turn, and got loose from the d—-d thing, here cum bar, more venimous than ever, and I nude thar war death to one out, and comin’ shortly. I let him get close, an’ then cum down with a perfect tornado on his head, as I thought; but the old villin had learnt the dodge – the barrel jes struck him on the side of the head, and glanst off, slinging itself out of my hands bout twenty feet ‘mongst the thick cane, and thar I war in a fix sure. Bar but little hurt – no gun – no knife – no dogs – no frens – no chance to climb – an’ only one leg that cood run . Doc, I jes cummenst makin’ ‘pologies to ole Master, when an idee struck me. Doc, did you ever see a piney woods nigger pullin at a sassafras root? or a suckin’ pig in a tater patch arter the big yams? You has! Well, you can ‘magin how I jurkt at that wudden leg, for it war the last of pea-time with me, sure, if I didn’t rise ‘fore bar did. At last, they both cum up, bout the same time, and I braced myself for a death struggle.