Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1869-03-05

me for a parachute, and we slid pretty
comfortably down the sloping wall. about
a thousand feet. reached the bottom in
good condition, and found there a wood
cutter who had been watching me for
sometime, and who called to me to hold
the eagles fast until he could come and
kill them. But I wanted them alive. so
l made him unwind long cord that al
ways carried around my waist, and tie an
end of it to leg of each eagle, and now
[ had the brutes by a string, like the boys
have their kites.
Il now let the wood-cutter hold the
cord awhile, until I found my shoes and
put them on. I took the cord with the
eagles again in my hand. and the things
were pulling me about this way and that
way. and was thinking what I should
do with them. when my Englishman, who
had seen the whole thing through bis tele-
scope, came running up. He cried that
I must give him back his money. for I
had made him pay me in advance for the
twenty gamsen that we had counted thro'
the telescope. But had spent it alrca-
dy. So gave him the eagles to hold.
pretending that was going to take off
my belt and get the money for him but
as soon as the things began to drag him
about, I made off, calling to him that be
might treat his friends with the eagles.
"Whether he did so or not, I cannot
say, for l got away as fast as l could. and
came down here where have been living
ever since, and where there are no gam
sen. Gay, the gamsen. the gamsen ~
At the last words he looked into the
punch-bowl as if he expected to see some
''gamsen' there, but discovering neither
these nor anything else-he had drunk
about three-fourths of its contents himself
he cast sorrowful look around the cir
Gle, shook his head slowly and sadly, and
murmured as be went out of the door:-
The gamsen, the gamscn"
The Saxons sat for long time dumb,
under the impression that the frightful
adventure of the old hunter had made up
on them. The Leipziger said at last with
deep sigh
''It's cursed neck-breaking trade
this chamois-hunting. The hunters in
our country have better time Of it, thank
heaven!' -sesssszsss s...
s.sI. seeras-4 alhs=a 4hirsty strsael what
ever else it is." said the Dresdener. look
ing into the empty bowl. 1.-The old fell
low has drunk the whole bowl of punch.
Where can he have gone to in the night?
Waiter p
The waiter came, and was asked where
the old hunter lived.
"What old hunter?" he inquired with
some surprise.
1.-The old chamois- hunter that was here
drinking with u.s. said the man from
Dresden.
He? ?" cried the waiter, bursting into
loud laugh. ''Never had gun in bis
hand in his life. He is an old drunken
cobbler from Bavaria, who lives down
there at Maria-am- -scbnee, and is always
spinning yarns to strangers. He Is the
Pechnaz'l"
''What?' screamed the Leipziger, in a
fury. ''he no chamois-hunter 2"
ANCVcT saw q CuduuO1S III 01A uIo WI
days. Down here there are none. and
further up in the mountains he has never
been"
The Saxons went silently to bed. One
of them just before going to sleep. was
heard to mutter -"Oh. the cursed liar
of the world! A cobbler-treated him
to punchr'
The next day they descended the noun
tain. At a bend of the road. Pechnazi
suddenly stood before them. He was 60
ing back to the hotel to look for other vic
tins.
'You Infamous liar on the face of the
earthr' shrieked the Leipziger furiously
at him. ''Are you going on another
chamois huut?" ... ~ r...ssi 9tq
''Ah, the gamsen, the gamsen !" muir
INJURED Pechnazi. and vanished behind a
projecting rock. - -