The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1890-12-06
A BAG OF GAME WITH ONE SHOT.
How a wild Cat, a Fox, a Eiartin, a
Weasel and a Mouse were CAUGHT.

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Bangor Newsl
speaking about pot luck, said a veter.
an hunter and story teller one day. 1
suppose have had some of the darndest
streaks of luck ever had in the state of
Maine. Everybody knows how 1 once
drove bear up Il tree, and then felled the
tree into the pond where the bear was
drowned, at, the same time soaring thirty
or forty trout to death which rose to the
top of the water, and the way sot
bear trap and caught fellow who was
there to steal Sheep another time when
| sot trap for critters what was arter
my turkeys, and ketched young teller
that was hangin' round to see my darter
Mary
And the story bout my going to the
courts to prove that l hadn't cetched
trout in close time, by showin' that the
line and hook the trout was on had been
left dangling in the brook one day in
the legal season when was fshin,' and
got called away all of student to drive
the cows outer the corn. In the excite
ment of the moment forgot the hook
and line, and when one day arter the
law was on | was passing that way l
found that the hook had captured
trout weighin' fourteen pounds and
seven ounces reckoned by the appear
ance Of things, as the fish was uncom-
monty spry, he had been hooked that
very mornin', but as it couldn't be
proved | got off.
Yes, all these and more, too, are we'll
known doin's ON my part, but, as 1 said,
the darndest thing of all happened not
long ago took down the old rife one
day and told the old woman as long as
there was nothing doin' round the place
guessed | would take walk Wal, as
luck would have it, hadn't gone far
when | spied what | surlnised to be
wildcat. The critter probably got wind
of me, for he cut and run little ways
in about the direction | came from, and
then took a sneak along messy bank
and hove in sight only to disappear
round large stump at the edge of my
clearin
didn't wait a second; | just up and
let go, just as the cat got out of sight.
The ball, was pretty sure, hit him in
the hind quarters. went forward to
secure him if possible and then and there
found out that he hadn't got wind of
me arter all, but was on still hunt
himself, and he got his game just as my
ball hit him. That cat had a fox, holdin'
him with his teeth, and, you may be-
lieve or not, the fox had ketched a mar
Ton, + could 1.o,.I1.~
and looked again, and blowed if the
marten didn't have weasel. Hold on;
| hain't done yet. The weasel had a
mouse by the hind leg, and the mouse
was trying to escapa through little
hole in the foacc of M back yard where
he had been and robbed my hens of a
kernel of cora, which stuck out of the
little month.
One of the Young ROSTERS was trying
to get the corn away from him. not that
there WASH t plenty mere, but that is a
ROSTERS nature, you know. Now, had
hound pap, and the antics of the young
roostels made him caper round arter
him, and this stirred up the old cat, and
she joined the dance by roundin' up her
back and spittin' at the hound pup.
Meanwhile the youngest kid was trying
to harness up the old cat, and the old
woman came out with the broom to see
what all the racket me'nt. She had herd
my gun go off, too, and didn't know by
the rumpus but | had gone crazy and
begun shootin' the children and other
domestic animils. While she was out
the fire in the kitchen went out, but my
lucky shot broke up the combination,
beside loading me with game, and the
only serious consequences was supper
being about fifteen minutes late