Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1891-11-25
HUNTING IN ARKANsAs.
The Record Of the Christian County
Hunting Club.
[BY AUSTIN PEAY.1

November 4, 1891, found us en-
route for our camping grounds on
Lake Jefferson, in Desha county,
Arkansas. The weather was lovely
and everything to be desired, except
Just little too dry, but we hope to
ind that it has rained over the great
river, and reports are TO that effect.
The hunt has a fuller complement
mihan for some years, and all are full
OF enthusiasm and hope. The roll
when called finds these names to an
swer, "here ?'-Capt Samuel White,
j. X. Caudle, James S. Parrish, Ly-
man McComb, William West, w.
ID. Garnett, w. A. Lowry, Il. p.
Burke, Peter Barker, Henry Draue,
II. j. Caruthers, Walter Hart, Ben
Carloss and Austin Peay. Fifteen
men, six colored servants, and about
forty hounds, among which are six OF
Henry Drane's beagles.
We make all Of our connections
and at A p. m. November 5, are
aboard that splendid steamer, Kate
Adams, Darraugh, master, and her
Prov cutting wide furrow in the
waters and straight toward the gulf.
The river is very low, and wide
stretches of sand-hars are exposed to
view. Very often the pilot has to
man the yawl and row ahead to-
sound the channel, but all goes well
as the night grows old.
Morning comes, Of course, and all
too soon for weary men. The sun
lifts his face, rosy red, above the
blue haze which marks the hazy out
lines of the woods. The boat bellows
hoarsely as she rounds to at Sun
flower landing, Miss. She has a
great cargo of prOmiscuOus freight
~and travels slowly. 3p. m. and we
are landed at Old Napoleon in the
dry channel of the old Arkansas
river, for the water IS full twenty five
feet lower than it was last year. We
haul our camp equipage and stores to
the old light keepers house and pre-
pare for night, for it is too late to
move on. Supper and a roaring fire
soon enliven the night and rejoices
the inner man. Sleep, with nothing
between us and the heavens, and the
shining stars peep out through the
branches of the tall trees, and silence
and deep sleep brood over the camp.
Before the stars cease to shine we are |
up for breakfast and on the |
road to camp. The air is cool |
and damp, and the tangled vines
and creepers are wet with dew.
Road rough, but dry, and after a
march of three hours, reach the old |
camp on Lake jefferson. Five or
six hunters from Indiana are on the
opposite side. They have just killed
a fine buck and divide with us. The
wagons are unlOaded and sent back
to the landing after the balance of
our stores, while the rest of us go to
work with will, and soon have the
tents up and camp in comfortable
shape. The lake is very low, and
SWater mean aud brackish. White is
gone hunting coon and Caudlc taking
the men make a short drive between
the lakes. Nothing done. Dogs
too tired from the long march to
hunt. Much sign, but saw no deer.
Sky overcast and ii blew gale all
night, but no rain came TO cool and
wet the hot and parched up sands OF
this wild country.
Sunday morning and a strong
breeze blowing, but the sun comes up
hot and rides race with the flying
clouds. No regular hunting, but
various parties go out prospecting.
D Late in the evening the clouds gather
and grateful shower falls and there
is promise of more tonight.
Monday morning gave birth to a
day of much promise, the earth was
moist from last nights rain, and ii
seemed as if everything was just
right, but it has been gloomy and
dismal failure. Made the drives be-
tween the lakes, and the dogs soon
had up doe, which ran back aud
was killed by one Of the Indiana
hunters. The Captain had hardly
put into the drive again when anoth.
err doe was started, which also ran
back and while crossing the lake bot
, tom was shot Mt three times by
another Indiana man, but escaped,
One dog carried another doe to the
stands. She was fred at twice by Ed.
Drane, eleven parcs, but his first
charge went into tree, and his sec
ond into the ground. Hart also
jumped up this deer and shotat her,
but she went away. The balance OF
the day was spent wandering around
in the woods, jumping deer and
losing dogs, but no one had another
shot
Henry Drane killed fine, large
goose flying with buck shot.
Warner, Young and Hal LennoN