The Somerset press. [volume] (Somerset, Ohio) 1873-1977, 1877-03-15
ADIRONDACK MARKsMAHsHIP.

ADIRONDACK MARKsMAEsHIP.
tFrom the Golden RuIe Story Of "The Man Who
Don't Know Much."l
"Now," said the judge, eve will give
you flying shot. And the man that
stands the test will get the silver horn"
"Ye'll have to split it, them" said the
trapper; "for 1 can see that Henry's
warmin' to the work, and his piece is
workin' to perfection. What be the trial,
jedge%
at Is this" was the reply, and he took
n couple of potatoes from his pocket and
handed them to the lad.
"All right" said the trapper. Eyer
language is as plain as the pictur' talk of
the redskins. Now, lad, toes 'em straight
and toss 'em high. Henry, you take the
fust one, and I'll take the second. Now,
lad, wait for the word. Ready with
your piece, Henry. One, two, three,
heaver
The lad pitched the potato at the word.
It mounted upward into the air, and as
IL came to the apex of its fight, Her
bert's rife cracked, and the potato
disappeared.
Heave again |" said the trapper, and,
while the potato which the lad pitched
earnestly into the air was still going up,
the bullet of the trapper caught it and
drove it into a thousand pieces.
There" said the trapper to the judge,
Henry showed ye the science of the
thing, for he waited as a man should,
when life or honor depend on his shot,
and took it at the proper pint. And
showed ye the trick of the thing, and
shot as a man who is overeager for his
game, and don't wait till his Judgment
tells him to act. Yis, the boys shot was
a jedgmatical one, and shows that he
mixes his brains with his powder when
he shoots; and that will sartinly win
agin haste If there be chances enough.
don't think that ye know for sartin,
who has got that horn yit, jedge" !" and
the old trapper laughed till his great
strong face fairly besmed with good
nature.
"Come, jedge, what have We got next ?
The pieces be ready, and the horn don't
know whether it's goin' to the settle
ments or stay in the woods yit."
"We've got but one more" responded
the judge, "and the committee did not
dream that they would have to resort to
IL. Nor do we suppose now that it will
be ofany avail, for we firmly believe, as
do all to whom we have mentioned it,
that IL is beyond the possibility of hui
man skill to accomplish it. The target
will be a flying one, and it will not be
revealed to you until it is in swiftest
motion; for we shall place your backs to
us aud deliver it over your heads. You
may take positions; and we trust you
will not blame us il the trial should
seem unreasonable"
lord a. massy, jedge, Henry and me
don't care what ye start goin' over our
heads, for there be nothin' that goes so
fast that bullet can't overtake it, onless
1t be another bullet; and ye may heave
anything ye are a mind to and set it
travelin' as fast as ye please, and war
rant that we'll stop it for ye asore it gifts
a hundred feet from the muzzle of our
guns. Come boy, back up; the Lord
only knows whether it is a stun or a
panther that the jedge has got in his
hands, and the sooner the thing gets in
motion, the quicker we'll git our eyes on
TO It."
The two men stationed themselves in
front Of the judge with their backs to-
ward him-each in position, and each
rifle alta poise. In moment the crowd
actually shook and swayed with.tumult
Laughter and roars and exclamations,
such as: "That isn't fairp I" Yes, it is,
too" Let them try it anyhow there
isn't much danger that they'll hit it."
Are you ready, gentlemen ?' said the
judge.
Sartinly, sartinly," responded the
trapper, " let her come, jedge; panther
or stun, or whatever it is, the pieces will
bust If they wait much longer"
Ready It's" said the Judge. "Nowv
He opened his hands, stretched ovel
the heads of the two men. A whir, &
buzz, a roar of wings, and a brown OBJ
ject glanced through the air straigh
from the two men as bullet could spin
A flash of lightning is not quicke
than was the motion Of the two guns, a
they were swept to their level. The ex
Plosion OF one of the pieces, at least, die
not wait. The partridge had not gone ,
hundred feet before the bullet of Her
berts gun overlook it, and actually blew
II into fragmentsl
The trapper had not fred. He hat
checked himself in the very act of pull
ing the trigger-his rifle dropped int,
the hollow Of his arm, and turning t,
Harry he said:
"The life that the Maker gives then
Ia sweet to his creatures, Henry, an
may the Lord forgive ye for takin' with
out cause the life that ye cannot Civ
back to the bird. No, no, boy, 1 don
blame ye; ye was taken unawares, an
1t was quick work, and 1 came near iini,