The daily exchange. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1858-1861, 1859-09-03
HITNTJNG CHICKENS

HUNTING CHICKENS
The ''Game Law" expired Monday, and in COM
mon with everybody else, we dete mined upon a
oray upon these galinaceous residents of the seppe
OF the West. We proposed to be absent one after
noon and morning, and hearing that chickens were
exceedingly plenty, we ''laid in" as follows: 2bs
of powder; 6lbs Of shot; boxes of caps boxes of
wadding; 30 lbs of ice, and bottles of-Pepper
Sauce. These composed the main outfit, and there
was besides, one dog, warranted, one gentleman,
guns horses, carriage, game bags, ct cetera.
After diligently inquiring, we learned that the
vicinity of the "Brothers'' afforded so MANY
chickens that the quantity was a nuisance to the
good people of that section. Accordingly we start
ed for the brothers
1nquiring for chickens, a young gentleman in
nondescript coored pants, indescribable hat and
dusty looking Shirt informs us that "theres
plenty chickens two miles ahead" We go five
miles further, and a massive Hibernian of the
feminine gender, informs us ''wat III We be want
imp
"Beg pardon, Madam-are there any of those
fowls, vu!gary called Prairie Chickens, here
abouts.
''Divil one. About five miles there's chickens
there yell have to go.'
Eight miles further, and We halt Loaded down
with shot, powder, game bags, and in general what
Frenchman would call materieI we strike out A
wheat field two miles off is reached-no wafer
and dog under the fence, hotter than Joint in
an old-tashioned Dutch oven. Coax out the dog
cross over to a farm house, three miles, water the
dog, and put out. Cross two oat fields wider than
the patience of Christian, then an interminable
cornfeld, then cornfieds, after which we
reach large cornfield, in which, of course, there
are no chickens, or, if any, no chance to shoot
them. Next prairie, which like the cornfield is
not troubled with chickens; after which the dog re-
tires to the outrageous delights of rail fence with
his tongue protruding so far that you momentarily
expect to his tail following in close order upon
his tongue.
Branch off two miles to the left, and find wa
ter; start out, and dog feels so good that he
Oranges about half mile ahead "hushes" covey
of chickens, which disappears in the distance and
darkness.
Home.
Next morning put out at daylight, determined to
bag some chickens. Dog gets after hawk, and
chases hawk about two miles-comes back tired
out, walks behind, and being too week to carry his
tail up, drops it and carries it between his legs
bolts through a covey Of Chickens soaring himself
and chickens about equally. No chance for shot
Dog disappears-whistle for him-won't come; call
him-no dog; wait for him-nary dog Set
down and rest waiting for dog In about
half an hour dog comes back as though shot from
a Dahlgreen gun, (tai couchant) pursued by four
hogs, whose bristles elevate themselves like
the quilts of the fretful porcupine. Stuboy the
hogs-reassure the dog, which has for half an hour
a tendency to get nervous, get between your legs,
and to glance fearfuly backward, as if suspicious
of more hogs.
Ats A. NJ, we start for home and eventually get
there.
REsULT.-One chicken, Caught by the dog
one hawk, one meadow lark, lots of ammunition
lame shoulder, miscellaneous disability of the cor
poreal functions, and deep rooted disgust of
chicken shooting afforded by sections adjacent to
Dupuque.-D Dubuque Herald