The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1883-01-19
A Pittsburgh Hunter.

| ~ Les. ii was laSU CnTlStIQdS THAT
laughed as Inever did before, remarked
Squire Henderson. an old deer slayer, of
Driftwood, Elk County. 1T was the
funniest thing ever saw.
"A few days before last Christmas a
chap whom l think you would call a
blood in your town, came to my house
and asked me to guide him and assist
him on deer hunt.
"He gave the name of Percy Fitz-
hugh, and claimed to be bank clerk in
the city. He arrived at my house about
noon with aspiring wagon full of hunt
ing paraphernalia, and wanted to 90 on
a deer hunt Immediately. 1 informed
him thatit was too late in the day, and
that we would have to get up early in
the morning if we wanted to find any
game. This caused him to sigh mourn
fully and remark:
Dear me. | will have to stay up all
night, for never can getup early in the
morning. l endeavored to persuade
him to go to bed. but he would not. He
went to work cleaning his patent gun
and arranging his hunting toggery and
bothered me until bedtime with story
|
and said that he only wished to get a
shot ut one
"When retired he was plavfully snap
ping the hammers of his gun. At three
o'clock in the morning when l arose
found him doing in chair with his CUR
across his knees.
=" 1t took him so long to put on his
canvas hunting suit that it was daylight
before we started. Arrayed in his hunt
ing costume and covered with amnuni
ton pouches he looked every inch a city
sportsman. was armed with an old
fashioned fifty-four calibre muzzle-load-
ing rifle. After proceeding several miles
noted that my friend was becoming ex-
hausted and was tagging behind.
/ suddenly l heard shout, and,
turning around, saw my sportsman
friend with his hammerless gun to his
shoulder and aimed up tree. The next
instant bang went his new-fangled gun,
and when the smoke cleared away saw
Mr.. Fitzhugh on his knees holding his
shoulder. His face wore a panied ex-
preston, and his gun was lying on the
ground 1 asked him if 'he was hurt
and was astounded at seeing hiEl jump
up, point up to the tree and shout:
There it is! Shoot it! shoot it,
IL looked in the direction he pointed,
and fairly danced when 1 saw that it
was little bird belonging to the wood
pecker species, known as the sap
Sucker The amateur sportsman, how
ever, howled for me to shoot it, and il
was with difficulty that l succeeded in
getting him quiet, and with a grin on
nv face beckoned him to come on. He
picked up his gun in a crestfallen man.
ner and followed me. / examined his
gun and found that he had fired both
barrels containing twenty buckshot at
the bird, yet it escaped unScratched.
We walked along for about five miles
without seeing any game. my friend,
however. attempting to display sports
manlike instincts. He would suddenly
strike an attitude and put his gun to his
shoulder and aim at Il flying object
which would generally prove to be a
fallen leaf. While iourneying on to the
deer path / had quite chat with him.
".Are you good wing shot" L
asked.
Yes replied he, his eyes sparkling;
Il have won several silver cups at pigeon
shoots in the Smoky City, at wing shoot
ing
..,'All right said 1; change your
buckshot to No. 6 shot cartridges He
did rs directed.
Now, watch; we are in thicket
where there are lots of pheasants and
partridges.'
II had barely uttered the words when
a covey of about six pheasants flew up
near by, with rush. heard two re-
ports in quick succession, but saw all of
the pheasants fly on.
".You missed them ALL" l said, with
forced sigh.
81 believe 1 did, he replied, but /
will bet that came near some OF them.
They were too fly for me- By this time
the day was half gone and we had secured
nothing. After several miles more walk
we arrived at the path. l told him to
get on one side of the path; if he saw
any deer to shoot at their breasts. Soon
three well-grown fawns rushed along the
path. l could get no shot at them, but
placed myself in position to see what
my sportsman friend would do. The
deerran rapidly along the path, and were
within fifty feet of him before he saw
them and vice versa. The largest of the
fawns was leading and the moment the
CITY sportsman caught sight of them he
dropped his gun and throwing up his
hands wildly cried: "Shoo! shoor'
number of times at the top of his voice.
1t is needless to say that the animals
turned and ran away in an opposite di-
rection and were soon lost to view in the
thicket.
LAS for me fairly roared with laugh
ter, forgetful that the deer had escaped.
s.When | arrived at the spot where
the sportsman stood, found him gasp.
inc for breath with beads of cold per-
SEPARATION standing on his face.
What is the matter" i asked.
80. nothing" he replied, ''only that
big buck would have gored me to death
if / hadn't scared him.
.:Not wishing to doubt his assertion
about the length of the horns on the
largest deer l kept silent and decided
to 90 home. He more than readily as
sented to 90, and after a long walk we
arrived at our town and he immediately
boarded freight train for the city. He
was heartily disguised with deer hunt
ing. Ireally liked that hunt, and would
readily go on another with sportsman
of his ilk. Pittsburgh Telegraph.
"A highly satisfactory stuffing for 9
duck, whether canvas back or red-head,
is made by grating enough bread to till
the bird. Moisten it with cream or with
milk, in which is put tablespoonful OF
melted butter; season with salt, pepper,
etc., the rind of a lemon, a tablespoon.
full of chopped celery, and the yelk OF