The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1862-02-13
Here? no. He went out with you
But didn't he come back?'

He left me half an hour ago. He fell
over the lap of tree and knocked all the
skin off his shins, lost his cap. and
scratched his face in the bushes, and he
got mad and swore he would never come
to pigeon roost again. could not get
him to go an inch further, and he left me
to return to the camp
Deuce bit of him has been here,' said
|, hes lost, certain.
Getting lost in pigeon reost is no
small or comfortable matter, let me inform
yoM.' said Phil; 4 have some experience
in the matter.
Hush! let's see if We can hear him
Halloo.' quoth Oren.
'Holler! said Harry. you might as well
expect to hear gnat buzz in saw-m mill
You are right, Harry, said Jim. 1
could scarcely hear your horn when was
out.
That WAS no fault of his, said Rob
with dry grin. for he hardly had it from
his lips the whole time.
We'll, what's to be done? asked; 'it's
useless to thing of looking for him.
Perfectly. We must cen let him work
his own way out. or spend the night in
the bushes, said Seth Hampden.
L wish had as many dollars as he has
eussed since he left Jim,' said Phil Wad
ly. How we'll devil him in the morn
ing J
We'll. boys--Wadly. you and Jack 60
out now and take turn. said Jim Davis,
as he seated himself by the fire and un.
corked bottle Of porter.
Come on, Phil said /. And we set
out. We wended our way through the
tangled maze of bushes as best we could
but what with tree-tops. grapevines. bam-
boobrers, and the interaced brushwood
and saplings which the weight of the
roosting birds had bent and twisted into a
jungle Of inextricable confusion. we made
but slow progress; it was d. as a negro 8
face, and the bushes!-a Mexican chapar.
raj. Mississippi canebrake. was in the
highest degree pleasant and commodious
to it,
Jack where are you?' whispered Phil
in my ear. as we groped along.
Here. mind you, don't shoot me. O.,
lorLy, my nose ! | exclaimed. as un.
willingly thrust that member into bunch
of briars.
JENNY! my hats gone cried Phil.
No loss: a judgment on you for wear
ing such an outrage on propristy'--and
the words were hardly out of my mouth
before stumbled over a root and fell flat,
and Wadley atop of me-
In the name of goodness, how can a
man see to shoot . said l, as we scuffled
to our feet. | added there was a much
better chance Of getting shot myself, for
heard guns popping all around me--some-
times close enough to see the flash.
when you see dense mass. which
looks Jlacker than the surrounding black
ness, fire into it. said Phil, that is a
tree bent down with pigeons
: | cart imagine anything much blacker
than the surrounding Darkness said - i,
seems to me much like a charcoal mark
on negroe' skin would ba; BY thunder,
yonder is such a mass now. Phil, come
here close to me, will count one, two
three. and we will both fire together. Dom.
however, discharge both barrels at once
bu! shoot one after another. The second
will do more execution than the first, fol
the birds will be swarming up like bees .
In the fall we had accidently exchanged
guns: he had got my double -barreled gun,
and his confounned esquipet,e. l cooked
it.
Ready now,--one, two, Mreer
pullnd the trigger, and it seemed to me
'''''s q" NViuS 81 iiNi idiecu hurricane,
an earthquake, and volcanic eruption all
at once. l did not hear the report of Ell
ther gun the termination of them was
lost in roar lik a tempes,-wave breaking
on leeshore,--a flash of light glared up
before my eyes, gush Of wind struck nv
face, and violent conclusion slowed me
upon the ground. and nearly knocked the
breath cut of me.
| say, Jack we must have killed ,
hundred birds that pop!' said Phil. Col
ly, | never heard such fuss in nv life.
~ hundred devils seize you! | DON,
know how many birds we have killed. bu,
it came deuced near killing me, know
your Internal blundorbuss has knocked mz
shoulder off,
EIo ho ho
Stop your cackling and give me 9
match, I've los: the lantern in the fall
Io no ! ho Ia match?--in a minute
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