Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1886-12-02
CURED OF HUNTING.
a Girls Narrow Escape After Kill
ing White Deer.

was born with the instincts of n
true sportsmen. For n long time was
at a loss TO know from what source had
come my passion for guns and cunning.
MY father was any thing but connois-
seur OF deadly weapons, and my
mother never knew the butt from the
muz@le of gun, and was equally
afraid of each. After careful digging
at the roots of the family tree, the
scientific basis for hereditary transmits
sion was indicated. for found that
my grandmother was a cousin of Kit
Carson. the great American hunter and
trapper.
While | was n child, il amused nv
brothers to hear me discuss the merits
OF choke-bore shot-guns and breech-
loading rifles, but when grew to w ON
an S estate this highly unfeminine
taste displeased and even alarmed
them. They were very proper Young
men. and did not relish the idea of n
young lady sister who could take n
snipe on the wing, or pierce the bulls
eye with "A revolver at sixty PAGES.
Dear boys. they feared, too. that such
a propensity might seriously endanper
my being settled in life. They rem0n-
stratcd, they scolded; they brought me
the accounts of all the dreadful ACCT
nents that resulted from the use of fire
arms. and tried to eXtort from me 81
promise that | would never touch n
gun again. i might have Welded had
not an unfortunate circumstance oc-
CURED that made me deaf to all en-
treaties.
An uncle who had heard of nv skill.
and was queer and old-fashioned enouob
70 admire IL, sent me. on my eighteenth
birthday, handsome Winchester rifle.
which he had ordered made for me.
From that day | ceased to struggle
against fate. Bryant's Lines to a
Nater-towl' always brought to nv
imagination other thoughts than those
commonl suggested to feminine read
ers; and not only in thought. but
IN rubber boots and with game bag.
nave hunted that classic bird on lake
shore and river bottom. At one time
II was canvas-back, slowly veerino
70 the south, with neck outstretcbed
ana eye OF faith; at another. IL was a
stately mallard or iaunty teal. a spoon
OIL or sprig-tail. But | painted for
nobler game. | longed for the excite
ment of the chase; 10 be where
Tho stag at eve had drunk his 0u."
10 see and be the belted hunter. When
! should have been devisino patterns
Tor sofa-cushions and learning 10 paint
on silk and china, my heart was away
on the boundless plains chasing deer
and antelope. As Caedmon was
haunted by a vision. in which he wa.
told 10 sing; rs Socrates was pursued
by damon, who insisted that he
should make music-sO, bv some
strange law Of psychology ! felt that
my LIE would never be complete until
bad hunted the deer or tracked the
grizzly IN his mountain home.
ne opportunity came. Some friends
invited me To spend q few weeks nj
thclr nome IN the Sierra They had "a
Iiliie house among the pines. i'm one OF
'he most romantic regions Of the
range a hunung-party was formed
lor my especial entertainment. and the
HIHht before. a- prelude TO the NOR
ID" excitement. wc listened around
lhe IRE % The wild stories Of the
Wuuniaiuccr-. cold Cubfoot." oriz.
us who bad been known in the regiou
lpr ittcen or twenty wears. was "A IA
rorite topic. NO one had had the
nardihood to attack him since he had
pursued hunter "a long distance and
hl.l.d lIm with one stroke of his yi01n.
ue paw. An enormous tran had one,
b'en set for him and bee bad caugb.
DDS foot in DO, but with wonderful in
trIHgcnce. Doc had gone to the nearc..
ipck and beaten DO oG. lie was seen
occasionally boz thc passing wears. an,
no" ana then he helped himself 10
sheep or calf unmOle-tcd.
There was also a white doe anon,
Ihs nrI ghDprIng mountains which
-e med iO bear a charmed life. fol
many hunters had shot at it bat al
way missed. a superstition had nat
orally grown mp about DO. and Ga,
wDuntnir..r LcId that some 0rea
eu NIFTY would attend the person VIII,
h.IIed i.e white deer.
int-e 'pric- aroused my imapina
i.n .o fNHt ] could .carccly wait 10
thr dawn VI day.. aud j lay awake Ion,
alter thc house was .iiI. but was tb,
hr-t ono stirring .u tbc morning.
An o'd nunfar. whom we calle,
'hci' John. was the leader Of th
party, and Co. his care was ASSIGNED
BIC had always wished TO see woman
shoot Doe said, and ] should have
grnd chance fo show what could do
Don @ kl' the white dccrr' som
un. called after us.
$40. no. : laughed back: "wel
iH.r tnn greatest care
r rode u silence 900 we reacho
crown oi D liUa hill where Tier