Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1890-04-11
BETWEEN TWO FIRES.
How the Boys Were Punished for
Their Disobedience.

Don't say any thing more about it.
you've got to pick them oranges to-day
And get EN- ready for market early to-
morrow morning. It's nothing but
hunting and hunting from morning till
hight, and | amt going to have it no
more. You understand now"
But after we get 'em picked can't
he 20 after the wild turkeys? There's a
biz roost of them down in the low hon.
mock"
"You can't get 'em picked before
blight, and have any time to hunt So
that ends it,"
"But, father"
at amt no use, l tell you"
Mr.. Bullock twirled his long whip
,round his head and made a resounding
:nip with the lash.
The two half-asleep mules started at
he sound, and lazily pulled the heavy
load Of oranges down the sandy hill.
THE two boys, with their orange-clip-
pers in their hands, stood silently in
their places and watched the retreating
7cart as it slowly disappeared in the pine
woods.
Its too mean for any thing!" said
GeOrge then, as he turned to his
brother: Them turkeys won't be there
inother day, reckon, and Wen miss
The finest sport of the season. | wish
these old oranges was somewhere else"
Never mind" hopefully replied
'ames, as he looked at the golden fruit
oVer his head. MAY be we can get EN-
picked before night, and then we'll go
ind have some sport"
That's so. Let's get to work at
once enthusiastically chimed in
George
With their bags slung over their
packs the two BOYS then mounted the
ladders and began clipping the oranges
With a will. For long time nothing
could be heard but the monotonous
clck, click, click of their big scissors
Sthe golden fruit was cut from the
free.
Inc two were so intent upon their
WORK that they forgot to talk.
Then they began to get tired. They
lau emptled their bags a dozen times,
ana the trees were beginning to look
Oafe when George threw down his clip
peS and said:
Vh, its too bad to miss them turkeys
II declare it ISL
Yes, it is" assented James. 81
leaf the old gobbler now. He must be
'gat near the edge of the hommock,"
mats So | reckon he's maxim fun
w u.s. lie knows we can't go for him. :
lucy looked wistfully at the hom-
mug. Tor awhile, and then George burst
out decidedly:
III gong, anyhow. We can kill the
sla fellow, and get back time enough to
lu'Sh these trees. III steal up to the
N.Y.. MUSE and get the gun, and you get the
~n-fddle.p
AN right!r
ine TWO boys then separated. George
4ue detour of the grove and en-
nieu The house from the back, while
M eS stole up to the packing house
'nere MS fayorite corn. fiddle was kept
M iHiS musical instrument made hor
tn s,s grating noise, which was sufficient
nten any thing but turkeys Wher
f,operly handled it made sound very
lI ,lii"r 10 the call of wild turkey COB
mo. No. ana the boys had used it effectively
Esoa. e .han once in calling together ,
-,sA OF wild turkeys.
Az Vhe edge of the hommock the tw,
Eco' met about ten minutes later
lo,1 se " was struggling under the heavy
Evha. Big muzzle-loading shotgun
bs nIe James held the corn fiddle in hi.
anu ready to i.loy on it.
They roost somewhere over this
tfnsm, sad James, pointing with hi
tNool. W dense part of the low HON
Eotba We must get around on thu
@w sac and then CAL them 10 us.
low 'grl' you lead the way and I'll fol
pat lhls gun is so heavy that l can
~ along very fast"
H.. 'orlda hommock is not a yer.
and Is "a place toworll your way through
no. que boys made slow work of it, Tn
Eelospa 's'i iuNuriance of the vegetation
mad up every avenue as soon as it Wa
&owD anu the boys could not see thei
H. pain behind them a dozen feet
s'0und was soft and boggy, and il