“Now say, you seen that black cat back yonder in the Jelkeys’ tree that had all them hound dogs barkin at it?
“Well there you go” he laugh. “Now say, you seen that black cat back yonder in the Jelkeys’ tree that had all them hound dogs barkin at it? I brung it there myself to make them dogs miss me, and didn’t it spit, and fetch them up fine and bring us good luck that old black cat? Well, lookout!” Slim say to a tree, and dodge of it, and duck behind it, and bark at it, and go “Fsst!” like a cat, and both of us laugh some. That’s the way he was, grandpa.
