The panther he lost his whiskers 'n one eye 'n got his hide fill' o' shot 'n fell off the tree like a ripe apple 'n run fer his life.

Thought he'd never see nuthin' c'u'd growl 'n spits powerful es thet boy.

Never c'u'd bear the sight uv a man after thet.

Allwus made him gag 'n spit t' think o' the man critter.

Went off tew his own folks 'n tol' o' the boy 'at spit fire 'n smoke 'n growled so't almos' tore his ears off An' now, whenever they hear a gun go off they allwus thank it's the man critter growlin'.