The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1855-07-07
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kTHE SHOT IN THE EYE
A True Story or Texas Border
g|E Life.
BY G. WILKINS EIMI.
CONCLUDED.

NONSbODEDs
About four months after this affair, in
company with an adventurous friend, was
traversing Wester Texas. Our objects were
to see the country, and amuse ourselves in
hunting for time over any district we
found we'll adapted for particular sport.
as for bear. deer and buffalo hunting &C.
Either of these animals is to be found in
great abundance, and of course pursued to
greater advantage in peculiar regions; and
as we were anxious to make ourselves fa.
miliar with all the modes of life in the
country, we made it point in passing
through to stop wherever the promise OF
anything specially interesting offered it.
self. Prairies, timber and water, were bet
ter distributed in Shelby than any county
we had passed through-the timber pre-
dominating over the prairie, though inter-
laid by it in every direction. This diversi-
ty of surface attracted greater variety and
quantity of game, as well as afforded more
perfect facilities to the sportsman. Indeed,
it struck me as perfect hunters paradise;
and my friend happening to remember
man of some wealth, who had removed from
his native county, and settled as he had un-
derstood. in Shelby, we inquired for, and
very readily found him. -..
Whatever else may be said or thought of
the Texans, they are unquestionably most
generously hospitable. We were frankly
and kindly received, and horses, servants,
guns, dogs, and whatever else was necessary
to sure our joyment of the sports Of the coun-
try, as well as the time of our host himself,
were forthwith at our disposal, and we were
soon, to our hearts, content, engaged in ev.
cry character Of fexcitihg chase.
One day we had all turned out for deer.
drive. This hunt, in which dogs are used
for driving the game out of the timber, scat
ters the hunters very m uch; they are station
ed at the differennt stands, which are some-
times miles apart, to keep watch for the deer
passing out; and for this reason the party
seldom gets together again until night. We
divided in the morning, and skirted up op-
posite sides of wide belt of bottom timber,
while the drivers and dogs penetrated it, to
rouse the deer, which ran out on either side
by the stands, which were known to the
hunters. We were unusually successful,
and returned to late dinner at our hosts
the planters house. By dusk all had come.
in except my friend, whose name was Hen
ry, and man named Stoner, one of the
Reighbors, who had joined our hurt. Din
ner was ready, and we sat down to it, sup
posing they would be in, in q few moments.
The meal was nearly over when Henry,
who was a gay, voluble fellow, came bust
ling into the room, and with slightly fur
ried manner, addressed our host:
esquire, this is a strange country of yours!
Do you let crazy people range it with
guns in their hands!"
"Not when we know it. Why! What
about crazy people! You look excited"
swell, think I've had enough to make
me feel little curious"
HWhat is il! What is it,' exclaimed ev-
erybody eagerly.
"Why, I,haye met with either the Old
Harry himself. a ghost, or madman; and
which it is, ! am confopndedly puzzled to
teln"
i"Where? Howl"
Hesthrew himself into chair, wiped the
perspiration from his forehead, and contin-
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