Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1886-11-27

raised the hammer, and pulled with al
my strength. 1t did not go Off \
last discovering the reason, | righte,
the hammer with a click. The dee
raised his lordly head, Snutfed the air
and vas gone in a series of magnih
cent leaps
How besutiful'' cried, forgetting
in the novelty of the sight my W stu
pidity, of which, however, | was no
long 10 remain unmindful. The lool
of contempt that greeted me as
turned to Uncle John withered me.
You'll never kill 4 deer. Never
see such a chance since | was born
not ten yards of, POOH And the
iratc old hunter rode of, leaving me to
follow or 20 back, as | chose.
have been mortified several times
in my recollection; have been spelled
down as a child in school; have
missed the target in archery touma-
mcnts, and have been snubbcd by a
prospective mothcr-in-law but never
do | remember that my pride was 50
laceratcd rs now. The sunshine sud
denly lost lis brightness, the fresh.
fragrant stiffness was no longer a de-
light, and desperate thoughts flashed
through my brain of putting an end to
my wretched existence, AT last de-
termined that instead OF returning
home to brood over my sorrow, !
would strike off by myself into the
woods, and redeem my reputation by
taking home at night some trophy OF
my skill.
me soothing sunshine ana "oi'e'ouN
"II ny dc-r'cN lc'iol,u NY eIu"HlinA'!,
ana nope was hlSh III my ooSo'l' !
scanned an the raNIn'' cioStII anu
locked wisely o me ground ior lt"cNS
OF beasts. r9de long ana lar' ahu
when the sun was hlgh threW mySeIl
beside lilIle spring tial ouooIco from
the rocks ana a'e my l"llcieo'' "l'oN-
ing my morse TO Craze hea me 'h
my right was a small pateh Oh green
Aerpage' across WhIch Inc '"II pines
east a ,omocr shallow mere was MOI
a 'Ound except thai OF the MORSE lGc'-
me. | was too hlgn lor pir0S; theE
were beIoW IN the VaIiGyS,' 'louGi no"
ana lheh Il NuitUre SalIcI 'l4ieS''CAIE
around some distant peah' me loIe-
mess ana silence o Tue P'"re u'E"u 10
be oppressive suddenly mere was "
rustic IN the tan grass ~uhucr'a pines
Loohing up ! Sa" the heaG "l " ae'r
| SrHed my rHle' al"' i'''IIhG IT, IRE"
with a St@auy mana a ~oc3iohlAS re,
port crashed through 'hr N'iIIAo''' ana
ihcre escaped INTO the ar "iliI a''I'
! >prang 10 the place. w the oioou-
stained grass lay tue noble ANIMAL
struggling with death
i,il lnrIl' Oh 0G'Fl!',lou> horror;
SollelhihT as an VI9 EGlP,."l mus
nave l'Iy .''o ~ hM,IIt' u''"I'.'57,E ,'C
sacred iol>' or 'hg hncIeil mariner
"heh ne NIe" 'lG ato"'roNS' lure" 10
,'alcn t'e ploo"' puI lle inufuo'o,S
pan had done rs WORK 100 Weii'
hardly showing what dId' TOOK the
head OF the dying creature INTO my
lap. In the large soft eyes were re-
ilectcd the rocks and the SWaylug
pines. As the breath grew fainter the
head turned with a c%onvulSlEe move
ment, and the fast glazing eyes looked
into mine with Il gaze so human in It's
intelligence that was almost crazed
with grief and terror. hurried from
the spot, only to find that my horse,
probably frightened by the riilc-shot,
had disappeared. ] was alone and
miles from home. | discovered, too.
that | lacked n OF the most recess
sary requisites OF the true hunter
ability to find my way under all cir