Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1890-08-17
roo will be shipped in the same box with

roo will be shipped in the same box with
the aforesaid weapons.
As soon as the boomerangs arrive 0. O.
B. P. c. will place itself under the instruc-
tion of the genuine Australian, and the
first practice game with the real Australi-
an kangaroo will be played near Posey's
ranch, west of town.
As | went out, en- route for home, met
the o. o. B. p. c. coming into town from
practice.
At present the club has no boomerangs,
but uses monkey-wrenches, and practices
upon jack-rabbits. A party of stout,
healthy young men, armed with patent
double-action, choke-bored, pistol-grip,
fancy-checked-stock, rebounding-lock, 32-
caliber, central-fre monkey-wrenches, in
full blast after jack-rabbit covered with
wens, is sight worth going some distance
to see.
A few days ago Jack and went out into
the woods just before dark and chopped
down bee tree by way of relaxation.
"In the country" said Jack, 1--WE have
many innocent little pleasures, one of
which as you know is the cutting of bee
trees. After we have stored away a suffi-
cient stock of back-aches for the winter
we like to unbend little, now and then.
For instance, after hard day in the field
we postpone the hour of retirement from
eight to nine o'clock, and go down to the
duck-pond and wash ourselves, or rock
poleeat to death, or cut bee-tree."
When we had pailed the Worcester
shire COW, and put the hens to bed we
took an ak, knife, two buckets, candle,
smudge, and several yards Of mosquito
bar, and were soon at war with the busy
little bees. Cutting the tree down was an
easy task, but the fun began when Jack,
who was master of ceremonies, hacked
big hole into the trunk of the tree and ex-
posed the honey. Quite a crowd of bees
emerged and prodded us in various places,
and / went off to distance and sat down
to rest. The bees had their guns loaded
for bear, and in short time Jack had the
worst of the fight. Then he came over to
me and persuaded me to go back und hold
the candle for him, and ! went. Then the
bees found hole in my trousers and went
in to investigate, and l told Jack would
retire from the contest. Jack said he
guessed he would retire, too.
Then, with a sudden burst of enthusi-
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lend me his pants, and fix the mos
quito bar over my head, would take out
the honey myself The exchange was soon
made, and l went up and slashed at the
honey-comb with the knife. A few mo-
ments later, if you had been in the vicinity
armed with lantern, you might have
heard a noise like the confusion of many
tongues, with swapping and popping of
teeth, the falling of trees, and a stamping
and humping of feet, as though Sixth
Ward political boss had carried the day,
and dropped it ON some other mans corns
and you might have seen tall, angular
man, with eight yards of mosquito bar
around his head, and a knife in his hand,
dashing hither and thither, mostly thither,
uttering fendish screeches and bloodcurd-
ling yells, trying ever and anon to jump
over trees and dive under rocks, and tear
his ears out by the roots, while another
man, clad in rough shirt and convict
striped unmentionables, daried here and
there, like an ignis fatuus, running into
bushes and occasionally butting his head in
to trees, as though he had let himself out as
a stump extractor, and had not any idea as
to where he was to begin nor when he was
to stop. But we persevered, and got that
honey-two big buckets full of it. Jack
carried it home, and held the end of one
of his suspenders and followed. My eyes
were tired, and my nose had taken unto
itself the shape of large ripe Bartlett |
pear, with the stem end affixed to my face,
and my whiskers were all swelled up on
the ends. A. V. HOFFMAN.