A few lusty strokes brought him to the bank, and, as he picked up a handful of stones, he said to himself, "I guess I'm all right now.

If I could only have found some stones when I treed that 'coon in the woods, he would not have been up there now, and I should not have got this wet hide.

But we'll soon settle accounts now." As we have said, the 'coon had taken refuge in a high stump.

The branches had all fallen off, with the exception of one short one, about two feet from the top; and the 'coon, after trying in vain to squeeze 'himself into a small hole, about half-way up the stump, settled down on this limb, and appeared to be awaiting his fate.
Archie took a favorable position, and, selecting a stone, hurled it with all his force at the 'coon.

It whizzed harmlessly by, close to his head; but the next brought him to the ground, dead.
"There!" exclaimed the young hunter, as he shouldered his prize, and walked up the creek to find a crossing-place, "I've worked pretty hard for 'coons, first and last, but this beats all the hunts I ever engaged in." He at length reached a place where the water was about knee-deep, waded across the creek, and started through the woods to find his companions.