The Washington times., 1894-08-09
CURB AND CORRIDOR.

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"You don't know nothin' bout huntin',
said the oldest inhabitant to a youthful dis
ciple of Nimrod. "You shd hu' been with mt
on the old Monergahale' River when wa:
in my prime, and you'd ha' learnt some
thing"
"What would I have learned, gran'dad?'
questioned the youngster.
"Heaps bout huntln, can tell you" was
the reply.
Let me tell you something that happened
to me oncet," continued the Oldest"
''All right; fire away"
! "When l was about twenty-fve-year-old
| left camp one mornin'-it was on the frontier
in Indian times-and wandered into the
woods along the Monergahale, to SO Il
couldn't kill an appetizer, cause I'D been
| sick. / tramped about all day 'thout seein' q
tarnal thing, and got to shootin' at buzzards
and crows, cause l hadn't anything else to
| do.
81 looked 'crost the river when l was bout
| half mile from camp-it was about two
| hundred yards 'crost-an' what sh'd l see but
n deer standin' clost to the bank shelterin'
hisself from the wind You bet was ex-
cited. l hadn't single bullet left, and only
bout u handful Of powder in my horn; but
stoopin' down got pebble that would fit
and loaded up with it.
Ibid kill the deer? Jist wait, young fell
Ter, till git through. As l took aim at the
deer whoppin' big fish jumped up bout the
middle O. the river, right in front o. me. o.
course, couldn't draw back, so bang went
my gun
''Well?"
Don't git excited. I ran 'crost on tho
ice
.W-h-a-t7"
~ ran 'crost on the ice, pickin' up the fish
OF the way, and went to the place where I'd
seen the deer. l found two lyin' there stone
dead. They'd been standin' SO clost together
they looked like one."
Il was all OF a tremble, and throwed my
gun down. KILN a rabbit with it. Jist then
heard buzzin' like O. bees up in the woods
and went up to see about it. Ipicked up tur-
key, purity soon, with its head shot of. an it
was still a fiutterin' A little furder up | found
a bee tree with hole bored in il, an the
honey oozin out.
My shot had killed a fish. two deer, an a
turkey. and bored bee tree. got my game
to camp that night, an next day took about u
hundred pounds o honey outen the tree"
but how about that fish jumping up
through the solid ice?''
go way from me, boy. That was the best
shot ever made, but come round when feel
well an u give you some p 'inters on huntin'." T"
II must be an old fogy," said a gentleman
from Chicago yesterday morning. for when
ever 1 see young woman Oh bicycle my
first thought is, what will women do next?
know bicycling has been the fact for long
time and is more popular in Chicago this sea-
son than ever. This very fad. l suppose, con-
firms my old 'fogyism.' One thing / had
noticed. When I was in Washington three
summers ago bicycle riding seemed more
common then than now. Groups of young
men and women every evening trooped by,
down the Avenue. in club squads. l don't
ana vpnn nf ina II Il n nrr-tah
would go out of vogue altogether. The rirst
thing you know women will demand the right
to handle the grip car and men will stand
aside while the gripwoman drops the chain
loop and the belated passengers implore the
coming of the Goddess Of Patience. An old
fogY is not up to SNUFF, but I'll enter my pro-
test right now."