Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1893-12-08

cold and frosty, but the morning isl
cloudy, with promise Of rain Long
before day we are up, all too soon II
seems to me, for sleep is sweet and
refreshing with the tent Gaps open
and the light Of the stars and the
pure air streaming in. But, as | have
said, all too soon il Is rudely broken
by the loud voice Of Ben Garrett
calling Wash to got up aud feed the
horses, and Mr., Isaac Wallace TO cook |
breakfast. | think twas John @
SAKE, an American poet, who wrote
"God bless the man who first invented slccp.
But damn the man, with cures loud and
deep,
who frat invented and wen. round Advising
That artificial cut-on csrly rising.'
Bill West, the "Tsl Black Zee. Of
the Barrens,' has his ~ ucside OF
mine and in the "wee ma hours Of
the night / felt some one crawling IN
to my bed, aud thought Of course il
was the Tall Black Jack" for it WAS
cold. l remembered that Bill had found
my deer aud for this aud other reas
ons felt kindly toward him, so |
turned back the cover aud said gent.
", 'come in Bill, darling, l will bs az
= mother TO you pulled back the
rover and Struggled up In the
I morning I found that it was Pull
Dick GU, Of Caudle's hounds.
We dSye th' pocket this mora
log with PSGSle toa and Caudle in the
woods, as Capt. wRitetas gone again
10 search Of the missing ho,-a. The
'Nrivers had scarcely left the woods in
hNt Of the camp before the dogs had
up ( SerGl deer and they went off in
all dire'tions but the right one, Over
on the stands whore we we're waiting
for the drives to come, Lowry saw a
1vsrgIargeIsGL come into the drive
Pete Barker saw another run across
the bottom aud l auhoisr one in
front Of mo, but no one got a shot At
II a, m. it began to rain ard we cam p
10 camp. Rad'orl aud Hart he'd
been telling us Of lake, milo ba-
You'd the station, Nhara duck y,rs m
I abundance, 80 RqdfOri, C4udla,
( Ganett and myself concluded to GO
and kill somH. We rode eight
miles through the driving
rain When We got there we found
tbe lake TO ba morass where the lily
tall sword grass aud flags covered a
trescharous q1agmre OF blue black
mud, Radford and / attempted to
wade on 90 thu channel when mrnd
up 10 nay hip. Game near losing ms
gun, and II was only with grea. diff.
c1ltv, aud Wate.'- assistance. that
ever reacLoi the shore agail Wet,
my boots full of water, we rode
through the pouring rain 70 Gimp
entirely cured Of duck hunting. The
hOmpopath dJnrina Of SiHiHr SINH.
hbus clwanter was verified, Tor q
dacJing cared ma Of ucking Tn,
( boys a. camp drove the pocket" bur
/ found nothing.
An ugly nighij he wind blowing in
great gusts, and the rain coming
down sil night.
TUESDAY, Nov 2ls..-Woods very
wet WITH pools Of water in all depres-
sious. Pendleton IN charge, we hunt
the woods west from camp, but
found nothing. Then 60 to the
"degdeuing.' Failed here also aud
went 10 camp The Captain bad re.
turned and had not found the miss
ing horse. He took as out abou -four
miles toward the setting sun and
droye a email deadening with no sue.
cess. Then came to 'Half Mile
Lake ana made another drive. 1t
was nearly sunset whsn the dogs
struck a trail, and then jumped a
doe. She ran away off to the over
flowed lands, and then came back,
the dogs making sweet music on her
trail. She passed 10 front Of me and
ran directly TO Burke, who killed her
ia her tracks, only firing one shot.
She was large doe and very fat, 1t
was after dark before we saw the
friendly light Of our camp fire gleAm.
ing Though the woods. We were
tired, having made the circuit OF Two
Mile lake aud ridden perhaps ten
miles. Our appeiies we're Whetted
aud we did ample justice to the splen,
did supper that was ready for US.
I Our dogs are few 10 number and
growing beautifully less sold Blue"
Harris best one died this morning
Poor fellow he came here scarce one
week ago in The pride Of his strength
aud Heetuegs and tonight he lies stark
and stiff IN death far from the land
Of his love aud birth Lei him rest in
peace No more shall hs rejoice in
the gentle stroke Of his masters hand
no more answer the call OF the found
log horn; no more dash the dew drop
from the heather a. he follows swiftly
the trail Of the bounding deer; no
more pull down the wounded quarry,
Poor fellow, If has no soul, God rest
his bones, ~ they bleach and crumble
into dust here in this soddeu land
OF Mississippi, far from Kentucky, the
land no loved Sc we'll