Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1878-01-25

ueAI. hOM SdEuOnlcAily InaI driver Siul-
ed, and how astonished was to hear him
tell me, that two deer jumped up in front
of me, stood, as he said. and laughed at
me, and then just faced about ''kind O.
sidelong backwards" as be put it, and
without a word of warning fred blank at
him. EFF l hedn't went down like a
flash, and inter purity puddle at thst, I'd
furnished funeral" said he.
tried to feel the smallest could, and
walked on with him in silence, receiving
all kinds of warnings. Said ne: ''you had
it bad" l looked sick and nodded my
heed. Yes" continued he: "you had it
bad, an ef hedn't a expected it, where
'ud l bin now." I declined to surmise,
and he then told me how to proceed, how
to tell a deer, and when to fire. 1 re-
ceived it all, and determined to profit by
it.
We followed the trail of the deer and
soon it led through a creek, 20 feet across
and feet Deep Why l know its depth
particularly is because measured it, and
how, you'll see. Ny driver soon found a rot
ten tree laying across it and with Blond
in dexterity was soon across. essayed
the feat, but l never was a good balancer,
and being upset by nv recent affair, it was
proper should upset again, and so did.
l got over the deepest part Of the creek,
| was careful in this, and then l COM
mencsd squirming. My driver imagined
l was exhibiting my skill in balancing,
and encouraged me. This did it, and with
toppling squirm over l went. He sym
pathizsd with me as l walked out, and
showed how earnest he was when he assisted
me in emptying my top boots by slevating
so as to send the water up my legs and to
my shoulders. But l was satisfied all the
creeks in the country couldn't make me
wetter than the rain had, so I went on
without any discomfort from my fall in
the creek. Ny greatest misfortune in this
fall was, lost my glasses.
As the trail divided somewhat, we di-
vided, and it was not long before 1 was
stopped by a movement in the palmetto
bush before me-
Istopped, and earnestly looked, but my eyes
were not possessed Of clear vision as my
glasses were gone. Still, could see it was
somsthing. l erept closer, yes, there was
the hind quarters of deer in front of me,
there was the white tail frisking about, and
now was the time to fire. l took careful
sight at where 1 judged his forsquarters
located, and fired. There was a jump,
and a fall, and fairly shrieked with glee.
l called my driver, and when be came up,
led him up to the dead animal, and looking
in his joyful face, asked, show about the
buck fever now"
l watched his face. and of all the work
ings face ever underwent, his practiced
them as he gazed on the victim of my bull
let.
When he said ''wel Pm id" was
pleased, but when he said EFF you amt
bin and shot a steer, lost the strength of
my bones and muscles, tottsred forward,
and there, there lay white stumpy tailed
deer colored one year old steer, with a look
in his dying eye that made me feel a mur-
dsrer.
1 examined it to try and make it deer,
but no, it was there and reality. 'Let
US go home to the camp" said I, and
amidst the falling rain, surrounded by the
twilight's deepening gloom, we marched
silently home to camp in good funeral pro-
cession.
From this particular time let it be a
blank until the following morning. Your
imagination can supply the sequel incident
to the foregoing. ALFRED.