The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1894-09-07
Communications

| Nimrod was mighty hunter, at leas
that is what the Bible AYERS. In the pres
| ent age of prevaricatorS he has many imi'
tatOrS, and in the language of modern
| sroI tSmen, "Nimrod was not IN it
| There were several very fair samples OF
| the aforesaid modern sportsman" in
| town last week, waiting, only waiting
! for the day to come which would bring
with it the right to wage an eXterminating
warfare against the small quadruped with
| the big buShy tail. Among these would
be mighty hunters may be mentioned Mr.
Thomas z. Strittmatter. well-knOwn tC
his fellow townSmen as truthful young
man Except during the hunting season.;
Simon Long, not entirely unknown To
MANY of our residents as one who can smell
squirrel farther than most men can see;
and Mr.. Fl. l.. Andrews. of Pittsburg. a
gentleman who dabblcS in pot hooks for
a living, and who came here with the i'm
preston that he could shoot squirrels as
fast as he can write shorthand.
As soon as the legal embargo was raised.
these Sanguine hunters shouldered their
shot-guns and marched boldly to the fray.
Out the -. road they briskly walked
with martial tread, singing snatches of all
IHt hunting cHOTlStS iit'S ndu ever nedfU.
and some which they had not.
Arriving at the scene of the proposed
slaughter they separated and commenced
a still hunt for the fierce, fcrocionS man
eating squirrel. The day was full of
excitement and stirring incidents; among
the latter may be mentioned the STIRRING
leaves. Not a SounG was heard nor
a funeral note as our sportSmen wended
their way through the unbrOken forest,
save smothered ejaculation now and
then as some one slipped on messy stone
and sat down suddenly to muse on the un-
certianties of life. Pretty soon. however,
the crack of the shotgun was heard and
the first squirrel was credited to Mr..
Strittmatter. After tns the forest echoed
and re-echoed with reports from the truSty
shot guns, and before night sh adowS fell
on mountain top and leafy glade, each
hunter had a pretty fair string of game To
give evidence of his skill. The entire par
tY bagged fourteen squirrels, twentY-three
pinieS. and shot a number of chipmunkS
when nothing else offered. The tails To
verify this statement may be seen upon
application. But the harmless squirrel
was not the only game that was bagged
mountain dale which was almost an i'm
passable growth of maple underground.
Mr.. Strttmatter heard an omniouS purring
sound N the branches above his head. and
looking hastily around he saw two yellow
eye balls glaring fercely at him through
the foliage. To think was to act, and a
second later the puSScsSOr of the eye balls
lay stretched in agony of sudden death, at
his feet. "A wildcat aS sure as my name
iS Thomas" calculated the astoniShed
hunter. Ere he had scarcely recovered
from his surprise. the same warning sound
was repeated and the mate of thcLfist
wildcat was seen on the bough of huge
hemlock near at hand. He also fell victim
to the unerrinG shotgun.
These are the tiISJ wildcats that have
been seen in this vicinity for a number of
wears. and their loss will rot be- deeply
mourncd In fact Mr.. Strittmattcr de-
serves the thanks of the community for de-
stroying these unpleasant neighbors. !.