Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1883-10-12

tumble to the racket, stuck the muz.
zle OF his breech-loading shot gun in
his left ear and pulled trigger and the
deer tumbied to the racket of his duck
exterminator forthwith. By this
time the Bishop had arrived at the
scene OF the slaughter, and he and
our oursef took off on the tracks Of
two wounded deer, and overlook one
about mile down the mountain.
Bish struck it over the head with the
butt Of his long featured needle gun
to save ammunition. By the time
we had climbed up the mountain we
were somewhat weak in the knees
and concluded that we didn't want
any more venison and consequently
didn't follow any more tracks. The
three OF us then started back for the
cabin, leg-weary, but happy. On ar
irving at the head of Thorn creek, the
other side of the peak, where we had
left the horses, we found Longtalle-
Gus, who had just got there with a
2OO-pound buck. 1t was then dark.
and dense fog had settled down on
the mountain. We all struck for the
cabin, and the Bish suggested that
Giveadam Jones take the lead. We
being we'll acquainted with the coun-
try headed the procession, with bold
determination to lead the party on
to victory or death, but utterly failed
Got lost in the fog and led 'em onto
the wrong ridge-owned up that we
were lost in the wilderness and
couldn't see the way out. We all
/ monkeyed around for the main ridge
for sometime, and finally, being com.
, pletely tagged out" all agreed tc
strike camp right there in ten inche:
of snow. A rousing fire was built anc
5 the shlverlng four, wetter than drown
). ed rats, circled around it. Our bill
E of fare that night was veniso1
< straight, roasted on sticks, and sea
e soned with smoke and ashes. w
| all tried our level best to make our
a selves believe that we were content
2 ed and happy, and partially succeed
:, ed. We stood and sat around tn
=, fire all night and enjoyed ourselve
o as best we could under the circum
: stances. Every now and then, be
r tween roasts, the Bishop would fl
|, the fog and snowy wilderness wit
u wild and weird outburts of reverbel
a ating, desperately wicked cuss word
r, and dark blue streaks of profoun
d profanity issued forth like smok
q from tar kiln, variegating the drea
ry surroundings and contrastin
II strangely with the bright, ruddy igf
e of the high blazing campfire. Whe
d Bish became somewhat composed h
/ gave it to the author Of ''The Beaut
j full Snow" again, most unmercifull,
= "Oh, if I could but catch hin
is wouldn't I give him particular fit
t. that son of thatcher that wrote tia
1t beautiful snow. I'd tie him to tire
d on the north side of the peak and a
. low him to perish underneath til
&c snow drift. DANCED if l wouldn'
er Then he stabbed another chunk {
se venison with a sharp stick and bega
Sc to MARBLE, 'I'm tired now and sleep
Il too, come put me in my six-foot bed
- We all joined in the chorus. tt
III fog lifted bright and early Sunda
r, morning and we made footprints
10 the snow in the direction of the cal
r. in. After arriving there the Bishc
proposed that we feast, sleep, hay
~ divine services and make merry d.
lr ring the day. All agreed. Bis
k and Leonidas Longtalleous construe
ID ed mourners' bench, to do doub
20 duty-to be used also to seat tt
crowd at the grub table. Shovelr
III in the grub standing got ''might,
We monotonous. Bish took for his tie.
MT that happy Sabbath morning, do