The following is a tale of pioneer days, with, of course, no names given: A young man went to see a young lady, both of good families. The young lady had several brothers, and they kept a number of hounds to hunt coon, which was a good business in early days. Well, after the young couple had talked until time to go to bed, the young lady told the young gentleman where to retire, and, by some mistake, one of the hounds obtained an entrance into the room. The young gentleman laid his pants down on the floor; but they being made of buckskin—which were very fashionable in those early days; the hound, being hungry, ate one leg off his pants. In the morning, when he arose, he wished himself at home; but she furnished him a pair of pants to wear, and sent him on his way rejoicing.