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Boomerang on Two Drummers.
Two Chicago drummers who spent
short vacation in the rural wilds of
Egypt" attempted little bunko
game, which was partly successful,
but furnished bit of experience
that will not soon be forgotten. The
two Chicagoans, armed with double
barreled fowling pieces, invaded
Egypt" for few days of quiet
shooting. They made their head
quarters at a farmhouse and en-
gagged the farmer to act as a guide.
At the end Of two days, during
which they tramped over a vast ex-
panse of country, waded through
swarnps and became tired and sore
and as hungry as the average mortal
ever gets without having a shot at
anything more gamelike than chip
munk, they became discouraged and
ready to declareall bets off and aban-
don the field.
Improving an opportunity to con-
suit while the old farmer was tenn
porarily absent, the two disgruntled
Nimrods concocted a deep laid plot
to bunko the old farmer and have
some fun at his expense. A double
load Of shot was poured into one of
the guns and the scheme was ready
to be sprung.
AS the trio drew near the farm
house that afternoon one of the Chi
cagoans suddenly pointed to the
farmers flock Of ducks and chickens
in the barnyard and remarked:
"What'll you take to let me have
a shot at those chickensg"
Wouldn't let you do it at any
price," replied the farmer. They're
blooded chickens--best in these
parts"
'I'll give you fifty cents for
shot"
The farmer shook his head.
IA dollar"
The old man laughed. mo, stree;
/ wouldn't let you shoot into that
flock for ten dollar bill"
The ambitious sportsman said no
more, but laid down his gun and,
leaving his two companions, walked
a few rods to a water trough to wash
his hands. The second villain in the
play now entered upon the scene.
Say, old man." quietly remarked
the other Chicagoan, ''here's a
chance to have some fun with Billy.
While he isn't looking take the ram.
rod from his gun and draw the load
Of shot, leaving nothing but powder,
then tell him he may have a shot |
for dollar. Pocket the money ard |
see him bang away with a blank
charge"
The granger fell into the trap in
stantly. It was only the work of a
to draw the load of shot |
from each barrel-one load from
each-but the unsuspecting farmer
Of course still left charge of shot
below those he extracted.
Villain No came slowly saunter-
ing back. "What did you say you'd
give for shot at them fowls9" in
luired the farmer with an innocent
air.
IA dollar"
"Well, go ahead. Give me dol.
ar and try your luck"
The money was paid over, and the
victim of practical joke
raised his gun and fired. Instantly
hat barnyard was filed with feath-
srs and fiuttering ducks, geese and
chickens. A dozen fowls were kick
ng and plunging about in their ex-
piring throes.
The farmer was rooted to the spot
'or a moment. Then he slowly
walked into the house without say
ng a word. The two plotters gath
,red up the fruits Of their scheming,
Ind dividing the slaughtered fowls
between them, started to walk to
;he nearest railway station, where
hey intended to pass the night and
,njoy feast. They very injudici0us-
y stopped before the farmhouse long
enough to have hearty laugh over
;he old granger's discontinue. Sud
lenly the farmer threw open the
loor, and stepping out upon the
porch cried out, IF dollar a shot is
he ruling price for shootin round
lere, reckon I'll take a shot myself.
Thereupon he threw silver dollar
lfter the retreating drummers and
Immediately followed it with a load
If bird shot. Both the jokers were
and hastily dropping their
,ooty they ran down the road howl
ng like hyenas. A doctor at the sta
ion made good wages during the
lext three days picking bird shot out
II their anatomies. Chicago Mail.