After reading the many scary tales about the Wampus Cat eating dogs and hogs, it became common talk in our family. We framed a mental idea as to how the awful animal looked: in our imagination, he was a large black woolly animal, with long sharp claws, a big mouth, with his teeth showing and large glaring eyes. It made the hair stand straight on our head, when we drew a mental picture of the black beast, especially at night when there was a disturbance among our dogs and hogs.
So one dark night when we were all at rest, I was snoring away, I heard a great disturbance among our hogs at the straw stack: Jack and Dixie, our dogs gave the alarm at once. I jumped out of bed, got my gun, believing that I and my dogs could do up any Wampus. I followed the dogs, and they made for the straw stack where a hog was squealing. Knowing that something had the hog. I felt shaky as I got closer, but my dogs went on and I picked up courage and got over the fence on the straw stack side. The moon was shining now and then from behind black clouds flying fast. It was light one minute and dark the next, I noticed in the path leading to the hog house, blood, and on looking down farther, I saw a part of my fine calf all torn to pieces. My heart came up in my throat and my bravery was all gone.
I tried to run, but my legs had gone back on me; I tried to climb a tree, but my climbers wouldn’t work; I then made
