The panther is among 'em; the woman an' the children seems transfixed by the awful spectacle an' stands rooted with open eyes an' mouths.

Our emotions shore beggars deescriptions.
"'Now ensooes a scene to smite the hardiest of us with dismay.

No sooner does the panther find himse'f in the midst of that he'pless bevy of little ones, than he stops, turns round abrupt, an' sets down on his tail; an' then upliftin' his muzzle he busts into shrieks an' yells an' howls an' cries, a complete case of dog hysterics! That's what he is, a great yeller dog; his reason is now a wrack because we harasses him the eighteen miles.
"'Thar's a ugly outcast of a squatter, mattock in hand, comes tumblin' down the hillside from some'ers out back of the shanty where he's been grubbin': "'"What be you-all eediots chasin' my dog for ?" demands this onkempt party.

Then he menaces us with the implement.
"'We makes no retort but stands passive.

The great orange brute whose nerves has been torn to rags creeps to the squatter an' with mournful howls explains what we've made him suffer.
"'No, thar's nothin' further to do an' less to be said.