The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-05-09
old Resldenter.
A STORY or AN OLD GUS-JUDGE NOT
BY APPEARANCES.

You couldn't call him sportsman by
any: strain of your Imagination, and
yet he was by DO means 4 loafer,
though he did talk with drawl which
indicated that he didn't regard time as
Q very valuable commodity. He sat
on the fence as the train came up te
Seigfried's Bridge with the three Eas.
ton fancy gunners aboard, whom he
was to pilot across the country after
quail. His gun, having the lock tied
on with string. reposed across his
knees, and his dog, looking like ghos,
Of starvation, reposed at his feet. The
Easton men came up to him.
DO you know Abe HertzogE
'Yaas, know him.
Where can we find him.
Right hyar, guess
Are you Mr.. Hertzog!'
'Yaas that's what I'm taxed fol-
anyway
Jimmy said one of the party, soto
roce, can this be the man that Cap
told us was personally acquainted with
every quail family in Allen township:
You fellers want TO go arter some
quail eh!'
That's what we came for. Do you
know anything about them?
'Waal. yaas, can tell one when
/ SEQ it.
What kind of gun have you got
there
w as |, ye see, mister, that guns all
old resiienter; bin in our family ever
since the first old Hertzog moved up
hyar. That guns rifle. mister an
she shoots mighty quick. Handle her
a little careful. mister he continued
as he handed the old thing over for in.
spection she has way of tumblin'
apart il she is used rough like
The old rifle had barrel about as
long as fence rail. with iron enough
in il for young Gatling gun. and a
bore not larger than q healthy rye
straw. while all the stock it had was
absorbed in brass trap door leading
into cellar smelling of verdigris, and
filed with grease and little pieces OF
rag.
How do you kill anything with this
knock il DOWN
w sll yes. sometimes. That's the
way | bustid the stock thar wbar the
rawhide bandagc air, a-knockin' fel'
ler down made fun of it.
At this point the investigator sud.
denly lost interest in the gun, and the
| party moved off into the country, O,
they climbed the fifteenth fence. the
old man paused on the top rail. and
waived his hand indefinitely over the
fields before them.
Gents. there's qusils all abont hysr
and over yander-yaas. and thsr's one
of them, now he added, as he drew up
Ole Residenter and knocked it over
where il sat.
what. do you shoot q bird on the
ground! Why. old man, that's infer.
nal potting.
.'S'that sos' inquired the old man,
humbly. as he picked up piece OF
his gun-stock that had been Jared of
by the shot.
Just then q small covey of the bird:
took wing. and the man who scorned
pot hunting blazed away with both
barrels of a costly breech-loader and
missed.
'Whar do you shoot them. mister:
inquired the old man quietly. as he put
his patch aud bulle, on the muzzle oi
his rifle. which he held between his legs
while he rammed the charge home,
and then as a stray bird flew overhead
he raised his rifle and dropped it. Is
that the way you want it done. mis-
ters'
The obiector said nothing. and the
cunning continued; but 1t soon became
evident that the sportsmen were doing
the cunning and the old man was do.
ing the shooting. The lock tumbled
off his gun occasionally. and the barrel
had a loose habit of parting company
with the stock; but the old man had a
pocket full of strings. and as fast as it
gave out he tied it up and made ready
to shoot whenever q bird showed it
self, and he occasionally varied the mo
noteny of the proceedings by cooliy
blazing into the bushes, whereupon hiS
mean locking dog would rush III anu
drag out dead rabbit.
The Easton party hunted faithfully
according to their lights. and shot upon
the most scientific principles but. some
how. the old man got the game. As the
count showed five quail and s pheasant
among the three for the days work,
while Mr.. Hertxog toddled along under
twenty two quail and four rabbits; end
AS they sat on the broad pile at the
depot bargaining for the old mans lot
he remarked
.Ye see, gents. Old Residenter be'an'
much ef q gun to look at. She ain' :
purity nor handsome at all, but ] tell
you she's mighty on the shoot. All
you's got to do is jest to grease the
patch right well, and ram the ball
down close. and then If you pint her
., bird aud pull. that birds got to
stop. Leastwise. alters find it 50,
Ye see, gents. whar q man has sich an
awfully purity gun his 'tention's kinder
taken up admirin' of 1t like an the
ftar ka shnafs IssaSt