Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1894-04-12

piece. He has a great white horned owl that he takes with him. He goes down into Long Island to some seclud- ed spot where there is combination of woodland and farmland. He settles upon place that promises well, and then he finds tall post or dead tree well exposed in an open field or place. He takes his owl out of his basket, fastens a chain to one of it's legs, and fixes the other end of the chain to the top of the post or the lowest projection of the dead tree-whichever it is that he has hit upon. This he does at night. Then he rests until day break.
 He would not miss being there at daybreak for any sum within reason, and it is more than likely that few who hear his account of what follows would want to miss it either. It seems that many kinds of feathered creatures de- test and hate an owl, and long all their lives for chance to get at one. It is at day break that these birds begin to appear. First a nighthawk comes along and then crow or two, and then a dozen other sorts of hawks one at a time, and a kingbird, perhaps, The chained owl, sitting on the stump, lazily blinking his eyes in the growing light, and all unsuspicious of danger, suddenly receives a fearful blow in the neck. A big hawk has turned himself into a monster bullet and flown or dropped full force on the tethered bird. The owl is knocked the full length of it's chain and down upon the ground. Gracious powersl but then there is 8 tumult to put Hagenback's show to shame. For the owl is a lively, a vicious, and a nervy fighter. He grap' pies the hawk and bites out mouthfuls of hawk feathers and hawk meat faster than man can empty the barrels of a revolver. The hawk plies the same calling, and the feathers fly in little clouds. If it happens that the owl falls on his back with the hawk on top, he then uses both feet, as well as his beak. The hunter now appears and frightens off the hawk, shooting him when he is well up in the air and we'll defined against the sky.
 The owl flies back to his post and sits there again, winking and pluming him. self and thinking, perhaps, that he will never be caught like that off his guard again. He fiatters himself that he did his share in the tremendous fight, and chuckles, may be- as he thinks of the mouthsful of hawk that he bit out. But above all else the owl brides him. self that he won't be caught that way again. Just as he is thinking so some thing else happens
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 Another hawk hits the owl, and again he is knocked to the ground and made to fight for his life furiously, after manner much more violent than what is known as the cat-and-canary sort of ruction.
 That second hawk being driven away and killed, and the unhappy owl re- stored to his perch, the hunter and his stool pigeon await the next inter- ruption of the pastoral calm. It comes in the shape of couple of kingbirds, irritable, tantalizing little torments, who fly and peck at the owl like two monster mosquitoes The owl is by this time thoroughly awake and aroused. He beats the air with his wings, fights with his beak and dis plays intense activity and anger At times he lifts himself off the perch, and then the chain drags him down to the ground. That is when the sportsman makes away with his tormentors
 In this way the novel sport is kept up until the sun is high above the horizon, at which time the relays of birds who hate an owl cease to appear. The owl has the most exciting time that can possibly be imagined. He is only to be compared to football in college match. He fights to the last and utters no complaint though it is possible that the men who oppose cruelty to an imals would argue that he is not hap py No one would say that of his mas. ter, the sportsman, for that parsonage is the subject of rapturous delight. = N. Y. Sun.