The weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1858-1860, 1858-06-22


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TELL
TIE COLONEL1S MORSE
have never been able to ascertain the
cause of the quarrel between the Cr;ckleys
and the brakes, They have lived within a
mile of each other in Illinois for FIVE years.
and from their FIRST acquaintance there had
been mutual feeling Of dislike between the
two families.
One day Mr.. Drake the elder was return.
ing home with a pocket full of rocks from |
Chicago, where he had been to dispose Of
load Of grain, and Sam Barton was on the
wagon with him. Az thew apnroacbed the
grove which interyened between them and
Mr.. brakes house he observed to his com.
panion:
.Whata beautiful shot old Crickleys roam
is over wonder
sHang4i IL so II is muttered old DraIe.
The horse was standing under some trees
twelve rods from the road.
lnyoluntarily Drake STONED his team
He glanced furtiyely around. then with n
queer smile the old hunter took nm his rifle
from the bottom Of the wagon. and RAISING il
to his shoulder drew sight on the Colonels
horse
.Beautiful.' muttered Drake lower;np his
rife with the air Of man who had resisted
powerful temptation. Il could drop old roam
SO handsome
/ Shoot suggested Sam Barton. who loved
fun in any shape
No, 'twon't do said the old hunter. CLAN
cling cautiously around.
4 won't tell, said sam.
We'll. won't shoot this time Tall or M
tell The horse is too night he was fifty
wards off, instead Of twelve. so there would
be bare possibility DIMINISHING him for
deer. I'd let fly. A. Il is. id rive old Crick.
law t;re .,o!lars for a sbos