Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1892-04-14

not only as II they did not see the door
but actually as if there were no doc
there to see. And when the maddenet
driver, wrought to desperation, hurl
into their midst "A stick or stone, hopin;
feryentiy ard vengefully that it ma,
break a neck or 4 leg, they leap nilnbl,
into the air with .put-putterings" o
surprise and rebuke, and then advanc,
cautiously upon the missile and exam
inc it,
The Lanarth turkeys were behavin,
in just this reprehensible manner. ant
Pocahontas was working herself into
frenzy over them. Three times she en-
gineered the flock successfully up to til,
open door, aud three times the same ole
brown hen advanced, peered cautiousl,
into the house, started iragically asid,
as though she beheld some evil thing
and produced a d &c and stampede.
you miserable wretch!n exclaimed
Pocahontas, hurting her empty basket
impotently at the dusky author of hel
woe. Il could kill you. Shoe! shoe
Sawney, why don't you help me? Head
them. Run round them! Shoot shoe
you abominable creatures"
Sawney essayed to obey, graspine
the straps of his boots and lifting his
feet very high,
Take them off and run" commanded
Pocahontas. But Sawney would as soon
have parted with his skin. Il divine
ter run" he responded, and gripped his
boots valiantly. twas az no use. Saw
ney had gotten too much boot for his
money. aud if walking in them was diff.
cult, running was impossible. ae held
ON to them bravely, but that only impcded
progress farther; the faithless cowhides
wabbled, twisted and finally landed him
sprawling on his back in the middle OF
the flock, which promptly retired to dis
tant parts Of the poultry yard "putter.
ing" aid lodging.
''Sawney proves broken reed, as usu-
al, called a pleasant voice from some.
where in ihe background; there, let me
help you," and Nesbit Thorne leaped
over the fence and advanced, gun in
hand, 20 the rescue.
ITS the fault of his 'sto' boots Poca-
hontas explained, laughing, as she ex.
tended her hand. ''Sawney's intentions
were honorable enough. shall be glad
of your assistance, rs Gsual'-with a
merry glance-''for thesa aggravating
birds are shattering my nerves and ruin
ing my temper"
Then together the pair pursued the I'M
ruly fowls and pressed upon them and
buffeted them. until the turkeys We're
right glad to defy the vision of the old
brown sepsationist and take refuge in
their house. Pocahontas closed the door
with sharp bang almost upon the tail
of the hindmost one, locked it, and then
turned cordially to her companion and
invited him to remain and take tea with
them.
Thorne glanced down at his splashed
boots and corduroys. I'm scarcely in
trim for lady's teatable," he said smil-
ing, "you must excuse me and let me
come some other time. ! met your
brother on the low grounds as | came
up. I've been shooting over his land
and called to leave your mother a few
birds,
Had you good SPORT" inquired Poca-
hontas with interest, watching him
empty the pockets of his shooting coat
on the top of an adjacent chicken coop,
and admiring the soft shades and ex-
quisite markings of the plulnage of the
lead birds
Heres old 'brer rabbit, said Thorne,
reaching his hand behind his back and
drawing out the pretty brown beast 10y
the legs. IL knocked him over just be-
low your garden fence in little patch
of briers 1t was pretty shot; see, right
through the head. | hate to mangle my
game. I'd pretty fair sport; the birds
are little wild, though. and had no
dog. lost "A fine duck-a canvasback,
this afternoon by its falling into deep
water. must send north for a brace of
good dogs"
THAT isn't necessary. said Pocahon-
tas, touching the birds gently and
strolxing their soft feathers. "Berke and
Royal both have good dogs. trained re-
trievers, and used to the country.
Strange dogs don't do so well over unac-
customed ground. It's shame that you
had no dog, and dreadfully negleetful
of the boys not TO have noticed. No.
mol" as Thorne moved away from the
coop, you must not leave all those; You
have none for yourself. and you'll be dis
gracel rs sportsman if you 90 home
empty handed. They won't believe
you've killed thing. Wenever DO when
our men come home with nothing to
show Jim Byrd never dared face Nina
or me without at least half dozen
birds"
"Who is Jim Byrd." demanded Thorne
quickly. 81 never heard you mention
him before
Haven't you?" regarding him with
great surprise. ''Well. that is curious. |
for he is one of our oldest, dearest
Berie's and mine. A year ago /
couldn't have imagined life possible
without Jim's dear old face near US. He
lived at Shirley: it was the