Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1893-02-17

over on Wild Gander, ne says lie SS
90 an plug some inter It, he says.
That fist suited me clean through. an
we went"
"'Will v drive the ridgeT says LIP
py. OR will v stan on the runwayT
"'wull, Lippy,' / says, 'bein's it's
cold an squally day an the runway Is
the toughest job I says, you kin
drive
$50 Lippy took the dogs an went of
back on the ridge TO start out the big
buck. put myself on the oil red oak
runway an waited for the unfort'nit
deer to come along. l hadn't ben there
ten minutes fore off on the scrub oak
barren l see a golthumpin' big bar
come out and go to feedin' on the
acorns. Ny gun were loaded heavy,
kin tell We, an / says to myself:
"'See here, bar / says, you come
Icc.,c -::.,-.!lc-, b'sosh, an I'll hcf to har-
vest yeI
"WuI, the bar. not seein' or gittin'
scent o. me, KEEP on feedin' higher an
higher. an l could "a bored him ez
easy ez borin' a hole inter a sap tree,
but it come over me, ez the bar fed
along. that wat I wanted to do were
to hev patience
"'We hain't out arter bar says.
VEIN arter deer, an If 1 plug that
bar l says, the buck is liable to hear
it an shy off fer some other runway,
an we won't git him. says But
says, IF hev patience, tha's a future
right here on this red oak runway /
says, that'll make comm ginerations
hor up their hands an wonder says
80, hevin' my gun loaded heavy, an
hevin' patience, l stood thar in the
blusterin' cold an waited fer the future.
The bar fed higher an higher, an
come so close, b'gosh, that | could "a
twisted fur outen him with a ten-foot
pole. Then he fed away ag'in. till he
got most out o. range, an then 'spose
hadn't "a had patience? I'd "a drawed
head an plugged that bar, spilled the
future, an my gray hairs d gone down
in sorrer to the grave ev'ry time I'd a
thort of It'll
"W'ile the bar were feedin' away
from me two great big white swamp
rabbits come a-lopin' ont o. the bushes
an went to grass almost where / could
"
sca'cer than money in Sugar Swamp
deestric' jist then, an money were so
sca'ce that folks usety come twenty
miles to git look at silver shilln'
my pap brought with him from Jersey.
II I'd "a had my ch'ice I'd ruther
gathered in them two big white rab-
bits than the buck or the bar, an il
hadn't had patience an my eye on the
future I'd "a banged away an got 'em.
But let 'em feed an said nuthin'. Ez
the rabbits fed around flock o. pleas
ants come pecl1in' an peckin' out inter
the openin right in front o. me. My
nanny were considerable low with
fever in them days an had been
cravin' fer a hunk O. pheasant I'd
been out 'ev'ry day fer a week, an
couldn't git pheasant to save my giz-
zard, an here was half dozent or
more, an all / had to do were to pep
per 'em over! ! come pooty nigh raisin'
my gun an bangin' 'em wen my eye
got onter the future agin, an stood
still in the cold wind an waited
"Or Jedge Sniffets, at the county
seat, had standin' offer o. sixty dol
but tha hadn't one o. them foxes ben
seen in the deestric' fer ten year. Ez
stood there waitin' fer the future, with
the big bar feedin' in lords me ag'in,
a. the white rabbits nippin' the grass
around me, an the pheasants peckin'
right in front o. me, 1 heerd sumpin'
in the brush, off to my right, an peek
in out o. the corner o. my eye, wat
should see but a shiny silver gray
fox.
:" 'Goshl' thinks /, an / thunk it
SO hard it's a wonder the bar an the
rabbits an the pheasants an the fox
didn't all hear it, Gosh. This futures
gointer be wuth whiler
1.-The bar fed higher an higher.
know'd wat the fox were arter. He
had his eye on them white rab-
bits The rabbits nipped around till
they was right behind me- The fox
sneaked around higher to 'em. The
pheasants KEEP peckin' away an wal
lerin' right in front o. me. Pooty soon
heerd the dogs, an knowed the buck
were comm.
Now says, if this here gun is
only loaded heavy enough, b'gosh, the
future is mader
'.The bar got higher, an see the
deer creakin' over the ridge.
Wait till We see the whites o. their
eyes says.
THE bar riz up on his launches ez
he see the deer comm, an I see the
whites o. his eyes The buck come
boundin' along, an ez I see the whites
o. his eyes he were right betwixt me
an the bar. let the oil gun beller.
She were loaded heavy enough, fer she
kicked me over back'rds like a log D
fallin', an 1 heerd the skeert pheasants
whizzin' up ez I went I throwed up
my hands an clutched at sumpin' ez !
went down. I squashed down on
sumpin' that were soft and wiggly, an
I stayed there. were sort o. obfusti-
Gated fer a minute, but ez soon ez ]
come to, b'gosh, / know'd the future
had come an hadn't got by me. had
a pheasant by the neck in each hand.
had sot down onter the two white
rabbits jist ez the silver-gray fox had
made Jump fer 'em, an the fox were
ketched under me, too. Jist then the
dogs come up, an ] riz up. piled my
pheasants an my rabbits an my silver
gray fox in heap, an went to see
wat else the future had brung me. The
OF buck were stretched out deader'n
log, an on t'other side of him laid The
bari
Squire, l dunno whether Baisly
Cronk got them two deer at one shot
or whether he didn't an l don't kerr
concluded the Old Settler. But II he
had his gun loaded heavy, an had
patience enough, an waited till he see
the whites o. their eyes, / say that ac-
cordin' to all the perceedents that
know anythin' about he orter got more
than three deer, b'gosh!"-Ed Mott, In
n. Y. Sun.
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