Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1893-02-17
A PRECEDENT.
Two Deer at One Shot Not Ex-
traordinary.

line news nad come IN tnaI nunter
back on P'ison Run had bagged two
deer at one shot, and there was great
diversity of opinion at the tavern as to
whether the hunter had actually done
1t or not Some professed to believe it,
while others loudly proclaimed that
they would bet little something that
there wasn't a word of truth in it. The
Old Settler coming in when the discus
sion was at its height he was placed in
possession of the disturbing news.
"W'at-a ye think bout it, major?''
asked the Squire.
"Who were the hunter?" said the Old
Settler, sitting down, and assuming a
wise and judicial air.
"Baisly Cronl," replied the Squire.
"OCronk Hip" asked the Old Set
tier.
Eyes; him.
''Do y krow wuther his gun were
loaded tora heavy?"
Dunno nuthin' bout his gun!''
Ibid y hear wuther he w ere patient
er than common vile he were waitin'
fer his shot?"
"Durn his patiencel Do y b'lieve
he got them two deer at one shot or
don't W"
Were tha anythin' said bout his
waitin' till he see the whites O their
eyes?"
"See here, majori' exclaimed the
Squire, his patience exhausted BE
witness in britch o. promise suit, or
- 49, % - - l.
bout Baisly Cronk gettin' them two
deer at one shot? 1t don't make nc
differ'nce, ez matter o. that, wat y
think; but watts all this here rig'ma
role O. your got to do with it?"
Squire" said the Old Settler, bland
~, and without feather ruff1ed, ''alluz
load yer gun heavy an hev patience,
an don't shoot till y see the whites o
their eyes. Then if y don't git enough
bar meat an venison, ct cettery, al
one shot to last y pooty nigh all win
ter, it'll be sumpin' that hain't in none
o. the perceedents O. the past that
know anythin' abouti That is, pervidin
y don't shoot too high, or too low, or toe
much on one side, or too much on
t'other. Tha hain't nuthin' that'l
knock perceedents inter a cooked hat sc
quick ez that kind o. shootin'l Do
b'lieve Baisly Cronk got them two deel
at one shot? Not IL he didn't hev his
gun loaded heavy, nor didn't hev nc
patience, nor didn't wait till he see the
whites o. their eyes, don't. If he die
hev all them, o. course I b'lieve it An
if his gun were loaded heavy enough
an he had patience enough, an hs
waited till he see the whites o. theil
eyes enough, he orter got more thar
two deer at ore shot Tha's perceedenti
fer it"
There was look .of mingled DISCUS
and commiseration on the Squire.
at the Old Settler. Then he exclaimed
"Mebbe tha is perceedents fer it, bu
if tha's any perceedent fer a man ;
gittin' ez foolly ez you be, day arte,
day, l never heerd on it."
"Mebber' said the Old Settler, will
surprising and aggravating calmness
But then tha's good many thing
You never heerd on, Squire, an
shouldn't wonder if one of 'em wer,
the time / stood on a runway fer Al
hour seein' bar feedin' an prancin
around in the scrub oaks. an not wuns
a-pullin' bead on him, cause I had pa
tience, b'gosh, an know'd that il
handled things right the future wer
bulgin' fer me with more than jist on
bari / shouldn't wonder bit, So uire
but wat that time were one o. tn
things you never heerd on!'
The Squire shook his head slowly
and, as if soliloquizing over some mel
ancholy fact, muttered: 'Foolier ar
foolier ev'ry dayl An his pap lived t
be eighty-six an want mite child
ishl An sensibler woman at ninet
than his OF nanny were I never seei
The Old Settler bristled a little, an,
there was a little warmth in his tongu
as he remarked:
81 was sayin' to M'riar only thi
mornin'. 'M'riar,' says, seems to m
the Squire's gettin' uncommon sociabl
all to wunst, hain't hep says
"'How SOP says M'riar.
"'W'y,' l says, he's stopped at tn
gate more'n dozen times this week
Bays, dA dSt y TIC Adf hOm you was
says, AN how yer lard tried OUT
says, AN how my roomytiz were
says, AN if my 'taters was rottin' any,
says, AN if we wouldn't like to tr.
a roastin' o. his spare ribs I says, 'an
seemed terrible anxious says, 'abou
how things was turnin' out round on
premises in giner1,' says. It's ben
year an BETTER / says, 'sence tn
Squire has ben SO uncommon sociabl
a. anxious. Wat do y s'pose ha
struck him, M'riar?' says
'Mebbe he's heerd,' says M'riar
bout their three bar'l o cider we'v
! rolled inter the cellar says she.
'B'goshp says l. That's itp"
The Squire's response to this sally o
| the Old Settler was lost in the burst o
| laughter that the latter called forth
and when quiet was restored he wa
serene and good-naturcd, and the Oh
Settler was beaming again. But b
was not to be diverted from what h
had set out to narrate, and he immed
ately resumed:
''Lippy Conkright, he says to me on
day, he says: 'Sile, tha's o slammir