Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1883-08-25
THE YELLowsroNE CAMPAIGN.
The Dreadful Mistake In OrnithOlOxy
Which the Ninlr0d President Made.

WHICH the N10ArO0 Frcs1demt Made
From the Chicago News
Gentlemen" said the chief, ''enough of this.
/ have not been duck-hunting for some time.
| understand that there are some beautiful mus
| covite ducks on the hills here II you will ex-
| cuse me for few hours this morning. think
| will go over and thin out the crop little Bob
| duck on toast wouldn't be bad for supper. Eh3
Have everything in readiness and will be in
| with meal of the best muscovites to be found
in the mountains"
So saying. the chief shouldered q beautiful
| silver-mounted, double-barrelled shotgun,
which friend gave him before leaving WASH
| ington. 1t was magnificent fowling- piece and
would have been an ornament to any parlor
The chief had never fired it of. but he Judged
be sure death for ducks, particularly for musco-
vite ducks.
The gun was a breech-loader, but the chief
knew nothing about breech-loaders He had
been somewhat disappointed at not finding a
ramrod. and had spent the early morning whit
thing one out. Somebody had given him about
halt pound OF powder and quantity of buck
shot. and he felt that he was prepared for big
days sport.
Before reaching q lake which shimmered In
the sunlight a few miles from the camp he pro-
ceeded to load his gun Hell put enough powder
into each barrel to blow the national capital up
Then he rammed in halt newspaper. Then he
poured the barrels half-full of shot. Then he
ready for ducks. There was no place for the
ramrod, 80 he put 1t, for convenience sake. in
one OF the barrels, and stepped to the edge of
the lake.
'This is bully day for ducks" he said. and
just then a beautiful bird-a wild turkey
emerged from the underbrush which ffinged the
lake.
Bang" went the gun and over went the
chief, his shoulder being almost dislocated. But
he was up in moment, and "bang," went the
gun again.
by hockey. I've got him." said the chief
won't this make q mash on the boys when
l go back. wild turkey! Only out half
an hour. and wild turkey! Well, should
II bet that report we heard was thunder
clap on the mountains" said Judge Rollins
They tell me that the thunder-claps are dread
full out here"
mo, no; I'll bet ten to one it was an ex-
house."
1--WE will soon see" said Judge Rollins.
"There" said the chief, Is he threw down the
turkey carelessly, II remembered that had
some Important letters to write, 80 FASTENED
back When 60 out again l will take q wagon.
find that these turkeys are very heavy. Cook
him, Bob think there will be enough for sup
per, and some cold turkey won't 90 bad in the
morning, either. You will pardon me now for q
short time. II the bird should not be large
enough, just call me and III 60 out and get an
Other It's no trouble"
"see yer, stranger" said one Of the frontiers
men employed around the camp, "may make
80 bold as to Ak yer what yer gwine ter do with
I'm going to cook him, Of course" said Bob
Lincoln.
can eat imp"
why, certainly"
"Well. I'll be ID"
"Why, what's the natter"
"Ef tibet yer don't break me all up. Why,
blow my 'tarnal eyes, stranger, that yer es .
buzzard."
"How is he now2" whispered Senator Vest at
the chiefs bedside.
His respiration is normal" replied Nike
Sheridan. but his pulse is very high. It was
terrible blow to him. Bob shouldn't have been
go abrupt. never saw man 80 nearly heart
broken in my life"
HAS he said anything lately?"
Nothing for half an hour, His last words
were: And Mike. shot my ramrod through the
cussed thing, tool Oh, my, I'll never forget the
expression Of his face"