an effort to get over the fence, but not a foot could I move. There I was sitting on the corner of the fence, spellbound. I looked down towards the straw stack, and saw a big black monster, tearing up and and eating my hogs. Those poor hogs, but where are my dogs? I thought they had gone back on me. Just then I saw my Jack dog make for the monster, but it took him in its claws and tore him up. He went down head first. His tail was the last I saw of poor Jack, as he went down the animals throat. Dixie, seeing the fate of Jack, came and squatted down by my side, in great fear. Then the awful moment came. The Wampus began to come towards us. Oh, what glaring eyes, sharp claws and shining teeth. Run, I just couldn’t. Not a foot could I move. I just fairly trembled. Dixie got up close to me. I leveled my gun and tried to shoot, but my nerves had gone and the gun dropped to the ground.     The Wampus was coming right after me. I tried to hallow, but couldn’t. Oh! it will get me, it will get me. it is coming. What shall I do? In an instant up came my gun. Bang! Bang! She went and Frank McGuire’s Wampus was dead.     The above passed through our mind while we were sleeping. What I thought was my gun firing was my hands hitting the head-board of my bed, waking me up. The Wampus was a little black kitten that was rubbing itself against our head.