The Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1850-1852, 1852-04-15

ing followed q fat bsA Oh ono after.
noon and wounded ~ i cane up 10
him and found old Dvke and his sons
cutting him ar! Ttflincident added
fuel to the FIRE, and pm that time
there was nothing til IN families did
- III
purpossIy mistaking them for wild
ones, and then BY way Of retaliation
commenced killing of each others pig,
and calves.
One evening, Mr.. Drake the elder,
was returning home with his "pocket
full Of rocks" from Chicago, whittier
he had been to dispose Of q load Of
grain. Sam Darston was with him
on the wagon. and as they approached
the grove which intervened between
them and Mr.. brakes house, he OBJ
served to his CONF anion: -
what beautiful mark Col. Crick.
ley's old Roam is over yonder!"
Hang it, mutGred old Drake, so
it is.'
The horse was standing under some
trees, about twelve rods from the road.
lnvoluntarily, Drake stopped his
team. lie glanced furtively around
then with queer smile the old hum
ter took up his rife from tie bottom
of the wagon, and raising it to his
shoulder, drew sight on the Colonel's
ho,s..
beautiful. muttered Drake, lower.
ing his rifle with the air of man re.
sisting a powerful temptation. Il
could drop old Roam so easy!
Shoot suggested Sam Barston,
who loved fun in any shape.
No, no, 'twouldn't do, said the old
hunter, glancing cautiously around
him again.
Il won't tell, said Sam.
'Wal, l won't shoot this time, tell
or no tell. The horse is to nigh. If
he was fifty rods of instead of twelve
so there'd be bare possibility cf mis-.
taking him for deer. I'd let fly
As it is, Id give the Colonel Ave dol
lars for q shot
At that moment the Colonel himself
stepped from behind a big oak, not
half dozen PAGES distant, and stood
before Mr.. Drake.
We'll, why don't you sloot:'
The old man stammcrcd iE some
confusion-'That you Colonel? l.
l was tempted to, l declare. And
as ! said, III give W for one pull.
Say an X and it's bargain
Drake felt Of his rife, and looked a,
old Roam.
'Ilow much is the boss wuth:' he
muttercd in Sans ear.
About fifty
'Gad. Colonel, I'll do it. Here's
your X"
The Colonel rockctel the money
muttering:-
Hanged, if thought you'd take
me up
With high glec, the old hunter pu
a fresh cap on lis rife, stood up j,
his wagon, and drew q close si.ht OF
old Roam. sam Barston chuckled
The Colonel ~. his hand before his
face and chuckled too.
Crack went the rifle. The hun
ter tore out a horrid oath, which
viii not rel eat. Sam was astonished
The Colonel laughed. Old Roar
never stirred
Drake stared at his rife with face
as black as Othello's.
What's the matter With you, hey
Fus' time you ever saryed me quite
euch trick, l swan"
And Drake loaded the piece will
great wrath and indignation.
People said you'd lost your nacl
! O. shooting.' observed the Colonel, i,
a cutting tone Of satire.
who said SO! II is a lie y thun
dered Drake. Il can shoot
"A horse at ten rods ha la y
Drake was liyid.
Look yere, Colonel, l can't stan,
that. he began.
'Never mini, the horse can,' sneere,
the Colonel, IN risk you.
Grinding his teeth, Drake produces
another ten dollar bill.
Hero p he growled, I'm bound t
have another shot, any way
'Cra.k away cried the Colonel
= Iocketirg the note.
{, Drake did crack away-With dead
y aim, too-but the horse did no
mind the bullet in the least. To III
rage aud unuttearble establishment o
the hunter. old Roam looked him rigb
in the face, as If he rather liked th
fun.
Drake cried Sam, you're drunk