Fifty times that night it had been said that he was to have the first coon, of course he should work for it.

So with the ax with which Casey chopped ice for his refrigerator, the Boston man banged against the hickory, and swore to himself because he could not make the chips fly as Jimmy did.
"Iverybody clear out!" cried Jimmy.

"Number one is coming down.

Get the coffee sack ready.

Baste cooney over the head and shove him in before the dogs tear the skin.