Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1878-11-02

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That, young man, is the way I
!, shoot squirrels" said the hunter
that's what | call 'barkinr squire
You want to aim right under the an
mails belly so as to chip the bark o
the tree or limb, and this bark strik
ing the animals belly with such fore
kills it. That way you don't mangl
it up aud scatter it's eyes and brain
all over Kentucky"
} Jonathan looked the surprise h
felt, though the old hunter maifeste
no signs of pleasure at his embarrass
ment. He appeared as cool and in
different as ever.
"Oh, its jist as easy to 'bark'
squirrel as to eye it," said Jonathan
endeayo' ing to treat the matter cody
and the next squirrel he snot at h
tried the experiment, and cut thu
animal nearly in two.
! "You shot too high," said his com
panion; sit takes practice to bark
squirrel, Jonathan"
Jonathan was mortified and cha
grined. He had certainly been beat
EN- in shooting squirrels, though thu
hunt still went on, each shooting hi
favorite way.
AS the day advanced, the gobblt
of "a turkey suddenly arrested theil
attention.
Turkey, by Jove" exclaimed
Jonathan.
'sHarkee." said the old hunrer, and
they listened until the sound had
been repeated several times
That's a genuine turkey" said
Jonathan, leading off to the edge a
little glade over three hundred wards
wide, and covered with grass nearly
three feet high.
Concealing themselves behind a
huge log in the edge of the dense
woods, wheretthey could command a
view of the glade, Jonathan, who
took the lead upon all occasions, pro-
duccd .'turkey-c pa hollow bone
and BEGAN calling the wary game.
His pow of mimicry was good, and
the old man, for the first time, mani
tested surprise when he heard Jona'
than immediately answered from the
woods beyond the glade.
did you hear that, old Pard"
Jonathan asked; swell have turkey
or two now-but, say; / reckon you
don't bark turkeys, do you:'
No. replied the old hunter, with
a smile, II pick their hads off"
$50 do l." replied Jonathan, and
then he repeated his call
a moment later the head of COB
bier with his red wattles inflated, was
seen moving across the glade toward
them. He was about two hundred
yards away. and although his head
only was visible above the tall grass.
Jonathan assured his friend drove
of hens was juking along behind him.
Stateler repeated his call severa.
times, and finally, when the huge
bird was about hundred wards away.
the Young Virginian rested his rife
upon the log before him and drew a
bead uDon the turkeys head and
pressed the trigy
The instant his rifle cracked he at
tempted to rise to his feet, put the
old man at his side caught him by
the collar and pulled him back, say
ing:
"Down, man, or you'll get a bulle'
through you -
At the same instant the form of an
Indian was seen to rise where the
turkey disappeared, and glide to-
ward them; but before he had taken
a dozen stepsIthe old mans rifle
cracked and the cunning redskin fell
dead
Good God :" cqclaimed Jonathon,
turning black in the face.
"Yourg man," said the old hunter.
.'you've lots to learn yet, see. The
first time | heard that turkey | knew
it wasn't genuine, and was surprised
that YOU. lid not detect the fraud
And the very Instant ] seen that COB
bler's head, | knew that was decoy.
Now sir, if you Il been alone you'd
been slain, for tho savage, surprising
there was but one of us, drew your
fire and then charged upon you, in
tending to dispatch you before you
could reload"
The two went out and found the
feathered skin of the turkey shot
through the head, just as the old
hunter had stated.
Jonathan Stateler was crestfallen
and mortified. There was no redemp-
to the blunder, and turning to the
old man he said:
'Golonel. for gods sake don't say
about this at the station.
will admit that you have beat me.
and that L have learnt some good,
sound. wholesome sense. =
"AIl right Jonathan, | believe you
will be benefited by this.
With this understanding they re-
turned to the post, and when about
to part at the gate of the stockade,
Jonathan then asked:
stranger, who have l got to ac-
knowledge has beaten me?
"Daniel Boone, said the stranger,