The St. Cloud journal. [volume] (St. Cloud, Minn.) 1866-1876, 1875-12-09
TURKEY TRACKS.

Don't open your eyes Polderl You
think 1 am going to tell you about
some Of my Minnesota experiences
how used to scamper over the prai-
ries on my Indian pony, and lie in
wait for wild turkeys on the. edge: Of
an oak opening. That is pretty sport,
too, to creep under an, oak with low
hanging boughs, and in the silence of
glowing autumn day linger by the
hour together in a trance Of warm
stiffness, watching the light tracery
of shadow andsun; on that smooth
sward, only now and then ronsed BY
the feet rush of deer through, the
wood, or the brisk chatter Of ! plume
tailed squirrel, tilt one heaIsss ! a.
tant, sharp, clucking chucflei. md IN
an instant more pulls To aiiege1, s4d
upse.s i grand ran I'D dock !, 1svvstY bada-
ed feather glitterinlg, il ID tie j sda1liin, dda
and now splashed with scarlet Blood,
the delicate under-wing gfound into
down as he rolls and futters; for the
first shot rarely kills at once with an
amateur: there's too much excite
ment. Splendid sport, that! but I'm
not going into it secondhand. I
promised to tell you story, now the
shippers fast, and the night is to
warm to think of sleep down in that
wretched bunk what another tor.
ture Dante might have lavished on
his Inferno, if he'd ever slept id q
fishing-smack !! No. The moonlie ieht
makes me sentimental! Did I ever
tell you about month I spent up in
Centreville, the year I came home
from Germany? That was turket-
hunting with a vengeance!
You see my pretty cousin Peggy
married Peter Smith who owns papef4
mills in Centreville, and has exiled
herself into deep country for lifeg q
circumstance I disapprove, for I Life
Peggy, and manufacturers: always
bore me, though Peter is Z clever fel'
low enoug b +; but madam was IN old
fame Of mine, and have : lineef-
ing tenderness for her yet. Il widh
she was nearer, town. Just that ye4z
Peggy had. been ,very ~ iii iindeed. nd
Kate, her sister, had eone is' up to ~ nus}'s II
Fer: When I came home Peggy
was getting better, and sesant fl; ne
to ootne up and make 1 vislttstao siltto p
there in June. I hadn't seem Kate
for seven years, not slnce she ~is
thirteen; our education interviewed.
She had gone through that grading
process and come out. By Jupiter
when she met me At the door Of
Smiths pretty, English looking COT
tage, I took my hat off, she. was so
like that little Brazilian princess we
used to see at the cortege Of the court
in Paris. What was her name
Never mind that! Kate had lust
such large expressive eyes, just such
masses Of shiny black hair, just such
a little nose,-turned up undeniably,
but all the more piquant. And her
teeth good gracious! she smiled Ike
q flash Of lightning,-dark and sal,
low as she was. But she was cross,
or stiff; or something, to me for !
long time. Peggy only appeared e
ter dinner, looking. pale and '1oya1
enough in her loose wrapper M 70 nakf
Peter act excessively liks-a yound
married msn, and to make me v,ash
myself at.ao invisible dissane4;j ID
ing something beside pickinserSi j
Kate's things, that she always drop
on the floor. whenever she sewed
Peggy saw I was bored, so she re
quested me one day to walk down t.
the poultry-yard and ask about hel
chickens; she pretended greatldeal
Of anxiety, and Peter had sprainei
his ankle, " -.
"Kate will go with you," said she
.s' "'No, she won'tl" calculated tina
| young woman. ~ : ~.ys, IT,. .:sz.,...
"Thank you" said I making q
minuet bow, and off / went to th'