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A Boy's Adventures Among Hiding
Slackers in the Great Georgia Swamp
BY
LOUIS PENDLETON
AUTHOR OF "KING TOM AND THE RUNAWAYS,"
"LOST PRINCE ALMON," "IN THE CAMP OF THE CREEKS," ETC.
ILLUSTRATED
Copyright, 1918, by
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
Printed in the United States of America
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
FACING
PAGE
The beast obeyed an impulse stronger than fear and
Frontispiece
leaped
They closed in hand-to-hand combat 78
The contending creatures, fast in each other's grip,
139
rapidly drew nearer
With a wild cry Jackson jumped——too late! 270
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I
This pleased Ted the more because he did not often wear his
khaki in North Carolina. The reason for this was that his sensitive
and quick perceptions unerringly informed him that the sight of it
was not quite agreeable to his perfectly polite Aunt Mary and Uncle
Fred. Having failed to pass the examinations, Hubert had no Boy
Scout uniform and Ted's was a reminder that the son and heir had
not measured up to the standard of the orphan cousin.
And perhaps [Uncle Walter's letter continued] your soldierly uniform may
make an impression on the slackers hiding in the Okefinokee if we should run
across any of them when we take that hunting trip. It is reported that some
of the backwoods boys of this county evaded registration and are now
camping on an island far in the Okefinokee in order to escape being drafted
into the war. The sight of your uniform and a tongue-lashing from me, with
well-grounded threats of prosecution and punishment, may make them
ashamed of themselves and perhaps even scare them into their duty.
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HE boys had to change cars and "lay over" several hours at an
intervening point, and so it was night again when they left the
train at their destination, a small town near the eastern borders
of the Okefinokee Swamp. Their Uncle Walter met them and they
drove with him out to his big farm. At the station they noted that
passing acquaintances addressed him respectfully as Judge Ridgway,
but there was no overpowering dignity about him that they could
see. He seemed almost like an elderly boy who accepted them as
comrades in his own class, so jolly and friendly was he.
As they drove the five miles through the dark pine woods, he
talked enthusiastically of the coming trip into the Okefinokee and
told them hunting stories.
"If you boys should get lost from me," he said once, "and get
mixed up with wild animals after your ammunition has run out, fight
'em with fire if you can. I've done it. I did it when I was a boy, too.
My father moved to a wild part of Texas when I was about twelve
and stayed out there four years. And once a pack of wolves got after
me when I happened to be alone in a camp without a gun. I thought
my time had come, but I actually whipped that pack of wolves
without a thing to shoot with. There was a good fire burning and I
hugged it close. I noticed that they seemed afraid of it and that gave
me an idea. I threw on more wood and then began to fling blazing
chunks among my howling enemies. It did the business. I actually
threw a big live coal into the open mouth of the nearest beast, and
such a yelping and running you never saw! I flung burning chunks
until there was mighty little fire left, but I put the whole pack to
flight. Wild animals are all cowards when it comes to fire, so you
must never fail to have plenty of matches. But you won't see any
wolves in the Okefinokee these days. We may get a bear, though,