Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1895-01-09
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OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES would be your
reasonable course toward the weedf
You may smile at the absurd question,
but we ask it in all seriousness. Would
you tell the children to keep away
from it or to bite on it moderately
Would you say it was one of Gods
good creatures, and that it was good
for some complaints, and therefore the
weed ought to be permitted to grow
and spread, while your own children
were in constant peril? No; like any
sensible and just father, you would
tear that weed out and burn it up, root
and branch. That would be suppress.
sion OF. prohibition, whichever term you
please to apply to it.
But how do we deal with the saloon?
Plant it, protect it by law, build mica
houses around it, and with music and
all other enticements known to the
devil and his imps, we invite the boys
OF this land in and partake of the poi
son found there. Yet if one says any
thing about prohibition we hear on
all sides the cry of personal liberty"
II the honest people of this nation will
deal with the rum weed as they
would any other poisonous weed that
they would find in their garden, the
saloons would be swept into everlast-
ing oblivion in m year. Let us be
honest and live up to urconvictions.-
Scranton Pa Index.
MY MOST MEMORABLE CHRISTMAS.
The most memorable Christmas of
my life occurred at a point west of
Colusa, CAL, on the Pacific coast range
OF mountains, where a half dozen
hunters, myself among the number,
encamped for the winter of 1856.
1t was agreed that the man who
should kill the most deer between the
rising and setting of the sun on Christ
mas should take all. l killed nine,
and won the prize. 1t was not because
l was the best marksman, for there
were Others in the camp equally as
good as myself, but it seemed that q
streak of good luck fingered in my
pathway during the day.
1t happened in this a l started
out early in the morning accompanied
by an'unarmed Indian, whom we had
nicknamed "Skap." We had scarcely
gone a half mile from camp when |
downed a beautiful three pronged buck.
A mile further up the mountain killed
my second deer. We were greatly en-
couraged, and pressed on up to the
snow line, where deer usually were
the most plentiful; but to our surprise
we failed to find any more until about
noon, when, having turned our course
obliquely down the mountain, we sud-
denly came to an almost perpendicular
rocky bluff, and looking over into a
little valley, or level spot of ground,
covering not more than an acre Just
below, we saw eight deer. Slipping
quietly behind a big pine tree standing
near the edge of the bluff, where l had
a full view of the ground below me, l
drew down upon a large six pronged
buck, which l supposed to be the lead
er of the herd, and at the crack of my
rifle he fell. Deer never knowingly
run into dangerif they can help it.
The wind, as we'll as the position l
occupied, was in my favor. The echo
seemed to confuse them. They did not
know from what direction the danger
m So they simply ran in a short
circle, stopping near the point where
the first one fell. A second shot killed
another and seemed to intensity the
confusion. They did not know in
what direction to run to get out of
danger, so they repeated the short cir
Gle. Another was killed, another, an
other, and so on until seven had fall
len. The eighth, a splendid looking
doe, stood there trembling like an as
pen loaf. l really felt sorry for her,
for the thought struck me that the one
just killed, being only half grown, was
her baby. But ! was anxious to win
the prize.
Ihad already killed nine, and deer
were worth $40 per head in the market
and who should stop under such cir
cumstances to consider a mothers
grief, when her baby could be sold for
I~evenuep
So bang went my gun, and down
dropped the doe, but l had only creased
her, and she had barely fallen, when
she sprang to her feet and dashed
down the mountain at a frightful speed,
crossinga canyon. AS she struggled
up the rocky steps beyond, she sud.
denly paused, and, looking back across
the chasm, she gave a last pitiful call
for her baby, but it answered MOTT
was dead.
"Skap said, "She heap cry; no shoot
any more" and l didn't.
She passed on out of sight only 10
meet death a half hour slater at the
hands of another hunter, who that
evening turned her over to me as one
of thirty six deer which fell to my lot
as the man who, by reason of having
killed the greatest number, was entitled
to all.
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