Rock Island daily Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1886-1893, 1891-01-26

by This, and told the officer not to do
that way to peaceable man or would
write him up in the papers and have a
picture made of him.
So he said why, of course, if that was
the case he didn't want no trouble with
nobody. We now rode again on street
car for some distance until fatigue once
more compelled us to pause at beauti-
ful refreshment chalet, where we were
enabled to procure everything fresh
from Europe, from a nice fresh ukase
to slice of Sweitzerkase. Also rich,
dark brown Muchner Sec. with which to
wash down our tempting food.
Two or three glasses of this rich Tyro-
lean beer started my Swiss maid to yo-
deling again at the top of his lungs, but l
quieted him by well directed blow with
the stock of my carbine. which struck
him back of the ear. thus preventing
his arrest. As soon as he regained con-
sciousness he thanked me warmly, and
wringing my hand again and again set out
for the plateau north of the glacier which
heads near the heights of One Hundred
and Tenth street, overlooking the Polo
ground.
Herr Won Pilsner now thought it would
be well to get our bearings and eat a lit
tie something before gong ahead in
search of our prey.
Ny costume, l should say, was well
suited to the hardships which we had
ahead of Us, and was as follows: | wore
knee panties of dark worste6 goods,
made from full dress trousers which had
reached the sere and yellow leaf, as one
may say, and been cut off at the knee
and neatly hemned again by my daugh-
ter, who is just learning to sew. Below
these, as far as the eye could reach, ex-
tended monotonous sweep of Lisle
thread hose, kindly loaned to me by an
accomplished young lady who speaks
nine languages.
There is room in them for another
gentleman with my style of calf.
l also wore a Norfolk JAG ket of which
am especially fond. A nice, plated,
Norfolk jacket, with short waist and
pleasant little cinch of same, is a good
thing to go chamoising in, wot. Ny
shoes were really lawn tennis shoes with
brads in them, whereas my valet wore
regular Alpine sprinting shoes and BIZ
cycle socks.
l wore a hunting shirt, handsomely
embroidered by niece of Sitting Bull
named Lo-lo-pe-wee-tang a. wanga- ko-la-
pa, or the ltry-stinger-o f-the-brocaded-
humble bee which-sitteth- down-while-
its-supeTiors-stand-up. 1t is heavily en-
bossed with lining of drap de Henrietta
T.
shocked and en- V, with Gothic shout
ders on to it. The hips are en- gored,
with roam faille Francois, pulled slightly
by the local press-and my pants were
a sight to behold. They were really
trunks, held in place with heavily EN-
bossed suspenders. They We're made
full at the waist, and quite pompadour
en- tournure, with heavily embossed
stripe down side. They Were of the time
of Queen Anne, and extended back al
most to the reign of Herod the Tetrarch.
The Norfolk jacket was faced with pur-
pie satin de Lyon, and had fringe of
massive doodle bugs down each sleeve.
Herr Won Pilsner wore 9. less gaudy
but fully as expensive costume, and car
ried heavy crOssgun, loaned him by a
descendant of William Tell.
Our first quarry was sighted east of
the lofty pass at One Hundred and
Tenth street, This animal pass is much
freqUeDted by the Harlem channels at
the summer season, and sometimes he is
found above the line of vegetation As
we approached on the side against the
wind. so that the channels could not
scent us, we were struck by the pungent
odor of the animal. which came down
upon us like zephyr from the barge office.
Moving carefully along, each of us, on
an empty stomach, We approached near
enough for shot, and gave the signal.
Bang, went the gun of Herr Won Pills
ner. Bang! also went my gun almost at
the same moment. In less time than it
takes 10 write these words the defile was
full OF Swiss peasantry, who pounced
upon us and kicked both of rs in rapid
succession. As soon as / could get my
breath | SAID would be willing to COM
promise this thing if it could be done
with honor to ourselves At this the
peasantry ceased their attack upon us,
and one said:
You are daisy sportsman, amt you?
You are a loo-loo, amt you? Shooting
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