, 1890-03-13

onall-if he was made to eat thcm'
See that dog, II gold.brown setter,
os he eallops over the stuoble? He's
he follow that Mrs. Browning de-
scribcs: ,,,
Lean thy slender feet are bright
Canopied In fringcs ..
o,n those tasselei cars Of thine,
Flicker strangely fair and Ine
Down their golden inches
Sca how he clcvutcs his slender
nose, Down II goes, he is roaring
lhcrr! he l. stiiras II frozen IN III.
tracks! steady, Flush, steady, hoy
Now, ladies' and gentlemen OF the
antI.d,ini shooting club, put your
fingers In your ears and prepare To
scream, for Pm going to shoot.
What "A crisp autumn fragrance
comps over the shining stubblc, ana
how blue are those .treaks Of sky
What winc.opcn, ilamlng, great
yellow eyes dat dog has.
Whl2! Whir-r-r! Up they 20,
nud my Gun ruars out u double shot,
Sow Il those two birds were poultry
. IL would De all right, only | should
have killed them with u hHtchet III,
/ stead of with u gun. It's 80 brutal
tn il.on -hotgun See how the hcvy
scattcr4. some of the strongest ny
crs 20 almost 10 the hedge. ming
out the old shells and put in new
ones. HE ON. i,e careful now,
Flush! The meadow larks rise ull
aruund me, the crows fly over, the
flicker cackle- on the old walnut
tree yondcr, ~ II tu cackle were the
whole Of life. some people are II,
better they cacklc constantly.
know n woman who cried because u
man Killed dove. That SAINT
woman struck little child, hri
own little child, because II cried
Poor dove! The woman ate a plcc'
OF its breast aud gave the other piece
To- the child she had struck. Ii Wa
u very tender dove.
Steady there, Flush! Up goes
single quail aud down II come
autiu | am shooting well to-day
don't you think so, tlush'
Another wumm of my ncqualnt
ancc lccturcd me dulcmlly for ~
hour on my cruelty tn puail- an'
then went -trdghtway Ia iiN som
poison for some
CUNNING LirrE MICE
to cat. Those little mice had gnawC,
her scal-kin sacque, But what
. the wrong mice, those who didn'
! gnuw the saCuuc-but there r|-e
, another quail. Missed 1t with H.
first barrel, but tumbled II In ilu
ine shade with the second. Tina
lcJ-haal barrel is closr-chuked, am
1t isn pariIyLcr. II stoTs qua
~ suddenly us would flying agsliu-
stone wall. That bird died Il
suddenly us Toistoi's soldier whc
the piece Of shell hit him, but
J didn't indulge Us many fooll-
tanCies.
| know u preacher who had scvc
boys. lie said that u gun was III
emblem of brutality, but I note
that he forced one poor old horse
haul himself his wife and scVc
boys to meeting .cvcry SUNDAY, nu
the poor animals shoulders wei
very sore. Then, too, lac gave th,
horse the Cad with u heavy han
Whenever 1t shicd at am umbpil
or dog. II is wicked for nm owe
worked horse to shy on sunday.
When "a quail Is flushed beside
tall, thick hedge you must bc quic
with your gun, or some muralist
toast will lack its top dressing Z
. broilcd breast. II is the shortc,
and stoepc-t pnrnbuln the bird max,
when IL whi-k- itself over hcdg
4 snap shot, aimed iutuitivcly,
often successful, however, and brin,
! great delight.
Take my advice: leave of "a sent
! mentality that stops at your pala
and go II quail shooting just {,
once, Tramp four hours in Il
} field, climb fences, wade throug
briar patches, breathe pure air.
? you find no qunil-, nay word for
I. you will find an appetite that wl
3 make you glad to eat bacon.
MAURICE THOMPSON.