, 1885-11-10
DEER, OH DEAR
A Leader Correspondent Has a
Hunting Adventure.
Discovery of Rich Oil Wells in
Big Horn Basin.

town the other day and asked the penci
pusher if he did not want to go deel
hunting, and that evening found him be
meath Jacks hospitablc roof. Jack,
ranch is in one Of the fertile wales Of tn,
foothills, and at the same time is neal his
f%avoritc hunting grounds in the noun.
tains. Our supper comprised a variety oil
fine vegetables, %vcnison chops. notified
trout from the stream that waters the
ranch, home made butter, milk and fresh
laid eggs, Mrs. Gaylor is as much at
home as a hostess as Jack is in the hunt
ing grounds, and a very enjoyable evening
was passed, The scribe had scarcely lain
down and engaged in a fierce hunting
melee when he was awakened by Jack 4
big voice telling him that it was time to
get up. The unfortunate turned out
slcepily enough, but the appetizing odor
OF breakfas, speedily completed the work
Jack hearty tones had begun. Broiled
elk steak, hot biscuit, and coffee as strong
as though il came from an ash hopper,
was the bill of fare. The stars were still
brilliant and their cold light seemed to
add myriads of twingcs to the biting morn
ing air. Our way lay over dry and crisp
snow that grew deeper as we advanced, or
rather assembled. We o cleared the
intervening foothills and stood at
the base Of Table mountain.
Half way up the mountain was the broad
belt of pine and aspen that was our des-
t%ination. Here beneath the snow-laden
boughs was the home Of the blaektails.
Grazing among the pines during the day
they sought the shelter of the dense aspen
at night. We were soon in the timber
belt Gaylor's practical eye marked a
favorable stand. At one end of a large
aspen clump lay three immense pine logs
rolled one on top of the other. At
a short distance were the three huge
stumps, These stood close together and
formed a rough triangle. Here be-
hind the logs the scribe was placed. He
was cautioned against breathing too hard,
and told to watch the aspen thicket in
front ofhim closely, Gaylor went further
along the timber belt and took up a loca-
ton. As an act of special friendship,
Gaylor loaned the scribe 'his grandfath-
er's gun. This interesting and effective
relic was a double barrel, of which one
was for shot and the other rihed. With
it, in his boyhood he had killed both In
dams and deer in the dark Kentucky bot
toms. Tue LEADER correspondent had
also for the occasion taken out of pawn a
$40 oyercoat, and he fondly drew it closer
as he watched for the blacktail. The
blacktail soon came. A clear, crisp ca
dence came over the frozen snow as 1t was
pressed by polished hoofs, and a stately
buck stepped from the aspen cover, and
close behind him were two graceful does.
The old Kentucky piece was trailed across
the logs and into the very jaws of the
deadly ambuscade came the noble game.
A steady aim for the white of
the eye u jet Of flame, a quick
report, and the antlered quarry
went down. Away sped the terrified
does, followed by the handful of blue
whistlers' which formed the contents of
the shot Il barrel. Wild with excite
mcnt the scribe flung the trusty old gun
into a snow drift, tumbled over the logs
and made Tor the fallen game. The
bucks throat must be cut. Standing
directly in front of the animal the amateur
hunter made a grab for the %antlers.
AwkwardlY dragging them to one side, an
uncOuth thrust was made at the full round
throat and a hole successfully made in the
hide. And now the scribe thought Table
mountain had fallen on him. The buck
was only creased The unlucky Faber.
lite scrambled out of the snowdriit into
which he had been bodily driven, and de.
spite the fact that several of his ribs were
loosened, began to run. The buck
promptly sympathized and gave him o
boost that felt like a barbed wire fence
driven by a locomotive to help him along.
lie was close to the triangle Of the three
stumps and at once made for it. So did
the buck, and they both got there. In
and out. around about was the dizzy pro.
gamme As The LEADER correspondent
swung on the corners a ripping, tearing
sound told what the buck was doing witt
the tails of that forty dollar overcoat
Again and again was the huttering labri,
nailed To one or the other of the sturdy
stumps until buttons, wadding and
patches Of the scribal hide logged in the
air, and the scribe himself appeared to b,
violently exercising in a most unbccomiul
and very topheayy peaiacket. At thin
critical iuncture Gaylor put in a most op
perfume appearance and shot the bucl
dead.
A petroleum spring with refining appa
mtus included is what Mr.. 4. \. Conan
and Mr. Thomas Anten, two Of on
townsmen, have discovered. This won
derfnl well is situated about l7j mile
north of here, just within the the line o
johnson county. The oil scpes nj for
distance of 100 yards and is almost uur
in quality. At any point along the lin
of sepaec a quart bottle can be filled with
in a minute. As the oil flows oyer Tia
ground il leaves absolutely no rosiduuuI
ln all other petroleum wells OF this sectio.
asphalt Is largely left by the process O
liberation, but the closest examination
failed ro detect even It's presence in thl
oil The article as it comes from IL nat