, 1890-07-24
UNWELCOME GUESTS.
A New Jersey House In
vaded by Owls.
ADVENTURES WITH A BUCK
A Turtle Breaks Up Bull Fight
"A Snake and a Cork
Leg

A plague of owls has for two
weeks disturbed the peace Of John
Mayors home, In the outskirts OF
Plainfield, says a Plainfield IN. J.)
dispatch to the Globe-Democrat
The first appearance of the owls was
noticed by one of Mr.. Mayors sons,
who, in romping about the barn,
discovered a nest of the young birds.
There were no larger owls in sight
and the boy made one of the owleis
captive and carried 1t to the house.
His mother compelled him to restore
It to its nest lie had no sooner
placed II with the Others than one OF
the older birds appeared and at
tackled him furiously, beating him
In the face with its wings and
scratching him with its claws and
bill ut his eyes. Shielding himself
with his arms the lad ran away.
The owl left him at the barn door.
That afternoon one of the young
ladies of the family had occasion to
visit the cArriage-house, where n
great owl flew down and alighted on
her back. She shook 1t off with
difficulty and in the struggle had
her garments torn.
Since then owls have taken COM
plete possession of the outbuildings
and their surroundings. Scores of
the birds, which are of the day-owl
species, have followed the first COM
ers and have made their nests in the
barn. Several have been killed,
but this seems only to make the
Others more fierce. Even the men
dare not venture near the nesting
places without masks or other pro-
lection. The novel defense of UNI
brellas has been Mt last adopted, and
now when any member of the Mayer
family visits the owls castle he holds
u parachute over his head. Al
ready three umbrellas have been
ruined by the birds dashing against
them In vain endeavors to reach the
faces of the carriers. The Mayer
family are in state of mind. They
don't want to move out, but they
can not dispossess their unwelcome
belligereut tenants.
Il 4
Battle with . Buck.
Buffalo Jack, a well known hunt
er in and about Sheridan, Wyo.,
recently told an interesting story Of
desperate fight he once had for his
life. He Ia mine for stories of the
chase and this one was preserved by
correspondent of the st. Louis
Globe-Democrat. His story 10 told
in his own frontier dialect that
smacks of the rifle and bowie knife.
II wuz up 'mong them mir mount
aims yander one day a-talSin' look
round fer to pervide some meat fer
my cabin. 1t wuz rael onlucky
day fer shootin', an s'pose l must
kick't bout thar nj onto a hull
forenoon an didn't see nothin' wurth
wastin' powder at, an ez wuz pow
erful tired a-trampin', / jest 'cluded
I'd rest u spell, an so l set down on
the pint of IA rock like an gin takin'
observations, thinkin' 1 mite see
sumthin' arter awhile. An thar 1
sot fer an our or more, till l got
pretty tolerable we'll rested, waitin',
an he'd riz up an was on the pint
of startin' fer my cabin in disap-
pintment, when / seed the form of
"a animal not very far off an fer
nence a pascal of bushes, an a
movin' from me.
$50 jist slipt up like, SOS to git
IA ni'er range of the beast, an he'd to
crawl on my hans an feet a consid-
cradle distance to make q circuit.
Soon's / got up cltiss 'nuf ez / tho't
/ orter, peep't out from benin a
stone, IAN thar seed one o. the big
gest bucks rite in front o. me that 1
ever seed afore in all my life, skur-
cely plore'n three rods of, an with
his head down an eatln'. He didn't
know / wuz thar, o. course not, but
/ wus afeered he'd diskiver whar 1
wus and run of, so / draw'd my
wepin to my shoulder quick ez /
cud an fired.
"The buck drop't, ez 1 intended,
an thou't he'd him ded to rights
sure. So jist laid down my gun
an pull'd out my huntin' 'nife an
rush't up to cut his juguler an let
him bleed. Well, jist ez 1 he'd got
to him an wuz ready to slice fer his
juguler he Civ one awful jump to
his feet, an ez he did L seed thar
wuzn't much chance to git in my
work in the carvin' business, SO /
ketcht him by the horns with both
hans, an let my 'nife drop.
"In q mint more me an that air
buck war haviu' a powerful wrast-
lin time, an we both of us kick't
nm skirmish't an waltzed over
bout all the rocks in that part of
the diggin's, an we kept goin'
down the hill for most an hour, un-
til the first know'd that air buck
he'd got me rite ON the edge of "a
tur'ble precipice, an / cudu't throw
him down or git him back no way
i cud fix it.
"He wuz so tarnation stout, too,
that cudn't git away from him
nuther, an / 'cluded my only sal
walton wuz In hangin' on an freezin'
to the critter. An thar / hung to
that deer's horns rite over that pre-
cipice, - stickiu' on like grim death,
an a sayiu' all the pra'rs 1 ever
know'd. Fer that afr bucks eyes
look't nifty wicked, like he thought
he'd got the dead-wood Oh me Ter
sart'in.
"He'd shake his head, ter try an
throw me over, an i didn't care to
do nothin' but hang on an take
my chances, ez jest then he seem d
to have the drop on me. But i
didn't squeal nor make no noise
tho, but kept up heap o. thinkin'.
.Finally wuz plaguey MI played
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