The morning news., 1894-02-11

strewn glade in the center of which stood
a beautiful and dainty little fawn drink
ing at tiny rivulet. 1t was indeed, a
charming picture, too charming and ten
der TO be marred by the slaughter of an
innocent hardly broken from the doe
That was why l lowered my Parker and
looked inquiringly at Jase. That good
heartey worthy smiled compassionately,
let his gun drop to a rest and slowly shook
his head. That meant an extension of life
to the graceful little creature.
Then we made q detour of the glade
leaving the fawn undisturbed, and con-
tinUed our search for turkey signs, along
the side of the gorge, which was radiant
in its sere autumnal robes. After going
nearly a mile jackson paused, cooked his
head to one side and smiled broadly.
He had heard and located a flock of
turkeys l could not hear a sound of
them, though listened intently, but had
implicit faith in my companions ears and
so turned to listen TO his instructions.
BY the sounds he judged the flock to be
more than 200 yards away, probably set
tied in that stubble field, near which he
knew we were. If they were there we
could probably stalk them, but if not, we
would be almost certain to flush them out
of range while advancing through the
woods So we decided, or, rather, he did,
that | should take cover where | was,
while he went back of dense thicket
and stationed himself, if the thorns
would permit, on the very edge of the
precipitous gorge to sound the call. This
understanding arrived at, he disappeared
in the bush, while cooked both hammers
and settled down in cover right there.
While Jase was making his way TO a
point where l would be between the birds
and the call, | waited impatieutly there
in the bushes for the time TO shoot After
an almost interminable space of time |
heard the sad and clear "p-p" of a love
lorn turkey coming from the direction OF
the gorge. 1t was Jase's inimitable call.
| waited anXiously while the Jagged min
utes dragged by, FIVE, yes, ten OF them
Would the call be unheardl Probably.
grew nervous, fidgety, at the very
thought.
All! What was that sound coming
family down the forest aisles and grow
ing louder each second2 TWAS the boom
ing Of strong wings. The flock was com.
ing. Another moment I saw the great
birds sweeping regally along just under
the tree tops and almost over me- Like
lightning my gun interrupted their flight.
Bang Bang Two shots, and the flock
passed out of range.
Then | heard one shot back towards
the gorge, after which l started to pick
up my game. There were three of them
nice plump hens. Well, had not aimed
at the gobler. But there was one hen
with broken wing and quite lively. She
led me chase and | had to finally end it
by shooting her again. Gathering up my
birds turned TO rejoin my companion,
but could not find him-not even along the
edge of the precipice behind the briar
copse. Not little alarmed at his strange
disappearance, Ihallooed repeatedly, and,
to my Joy, at last got an answer from al
most under my feet.
Lying fat on the rock / craned my neck,
looked down the precipice and saw Jason
Jackson, Esq, sitting calmly on a rocky
edge that projected from the steep wall,
not ten feet below me. He looked placid.
l felt strangely moved.
what are you doing down there2"
inquired when | regained my voice,
waiting" was his terse reply. Don't
be alarmed. 1t sometimes happens after
shooting dirty gun" Then he smiled
and | did too.
"Jase," / joculurly responded, 1.-THE
kicking gun story don't go. The boys will
say that what you carried in your pistol
pocket got into your head" Then we both
laughed, even though the ground was
thirty feet below him. He was uniniured,
save few bruises.
l did not know how TO get him up from
the narrow ledge, so he directed me to get
help and stout rope at Bill Robbins
house, nearly two miles the other side of
the stubble-feld. The trip took me nearly
all the afternoon and gave Jase abundant
time to smoke his pipe and admire the
scenic beauties Of his situation.
With a rope Mr.. Robbins and sue
ceeded in drawing Jase up from his peril
Gus position, but little the worse for his
adventure. Immediately on regaining the
surface he reached into an opening in the
thicket and drew out fine turkey, with
the consolatory remark, But l got my
bird" Then he reached for his pistol
pocket, and we all smiled.
EBBN HEIsLEY.