The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-02-28

game. He preferred elephants, judged
from his talk, and when he scared up a
covey of these little feathered songsters
it was very seldom that any of them got
away.
He was shooting the Rocky mountain
sheep last year in Montana, he said, ard
had baggsd two or three at about 3 in
the afternoon. He was just eating his
frugal lunch of hot terrapin, cooked over
an alcohol stove which he always car
ried with him, when bighorn weigh
ing at least 600 pounds sprang past him
and stood about 900 yards from him on
ledge across deep gorge in less tint
than it requires to calculate the word
''scat!'
Selling his trusty rifle and placing it
to his shoulder it was but the work of a
moment to aim for the magnificent beast,
as he had one eye already closed by
gentleman whom he had thoughtlessly
charged with falsehood while east.
He had not time to pull the trigger,
however, before the alert animal had
bounded up the face of the cliff, which
was at an angle of 10 dogs. at least, and
stood entirely protected by an immense
overhanging rock.
Here was a problem. He could not
cross the gorge. The animal was no
doubt safely there. He could calculate
exactly where he stood beneath the big
and beetling cliff, though entirely out of
his range of vision.
Making few rapid geometrical calcu-
lations-for he admits that he is fine
mathematician and billiard player-he
aimed for certain point on the angle
of the rock and then fired.
For a moment the report seemed to
deafen him, then there fell on the slop-
ing rock at least half bushel of warm
vitals and mutton tallow, and he knew
that his aim had been true.
1t took two days to get the animal by
a roundabout way, and then he found
that the fiattened bullet, with an edge
like a razor, had completely disem-
boweled the animal, these organs hav-
ing been neatly cut out and dropped
down the gorge. The heart and liver
had been carefully preserved, while the
bullet had in its fight also cut off the
limb of sagebush and inserted it in
the rift Of the carcass so as to prop it
open and cool off the mutton in the pure,
crisp air of the mountain.
ran across Eugene Field once more
the other day in Chicago. The gather
ing years have dealt very generously
with Gene, and he is growing to resem-
BILE me.
"Yes," he said, in that rich, deep,
melodious voice of his, voice that
would win the ehick-a-dee-dees down
from the bushes-''yes," he said, color
ing up with boyish delight, several peo-
pie have spoken of it. You do not mind
it, do you?"
sob, no." said. Anything that
gives you pleasure pleases and delights
me almost to death"
1t was quite good many years ago
that Field and | met in Denver. 1 had
some pelts to market one spring, the
winter having been very severe on my
stock, killing two out Of my herd Of
three cattle by its severity. Fearing to
trust the arduous task to other hands, !
took the pelts myself, together with an
article on Glow to Write on an Empty |
Stomach Without Pain"
l went to The Tribune, which has
since been swallowed up by The Repub-
lican. It was edited by o. H. Roth
acker, since dead, and had Charlie Ray
mond at the counter, Field where he
could be drawn on at moments notice |
for anything from poem on Thought |