Abilene weekly reflector., 1895-10-03
HE MISSED HIS DEER.
Bat He Had Lots ef Excitement, and The
Cow Had Hair. breadth Escaps.

Bat He Had Lots o. Excitement, and The
Cow Had = HAIR Breadth Escaps.
There was . gay celebration the day
. wall-sided, docileeyed COW was
brought into Horseshoe Pond and an.
chored on . bit Of meadow near Duke
lows. Milk In the teal My eyer said
one Of the guides, "but we're living
scrumptious." And while the novelty
lasted the Dukelow COW was more
petted than q blue-ribbon winner at .
country farm. The COW was still in
the heyday Of It's popularity when the
deer season opened.
First OF the sports to arrive was
yellow haired youth from New York,
who bore 45.7O Winchester which
had a roar like a siege-gun. At
nightfall he slowed himself in the
bow Of u Saranac skiff and, with the
jack shining brightly above him,
started off to slaughter q buck. The
guide with consummate skill sent the
light craft gliding swiftly and silently
along the shore, stealing through the
gloomy shadows OF oyer.archng
trees and exploring every bay on the
pond. Fer two hours they padded on,
pausing occasionally to investigate
some sound upon the shore. But for
two hours they heard nothing which
sounded really like deer. At length,
when it was close upon midnight, the
yellow-haired youth heard q heavy
animal moving upon the distant shore.
"Sshh," he hissed. "A deer"
The guide swept the skiff in the d.
rection Of the sound, and presently
was greatly amazed to see the camp
lights open directly In line with the
tramping animal. He kept on, how
ever, and presently the sound ceased.
As the boat moved nearer to the shore
two luminous points appeared in the
gloom. They were seen by the yellow
haired youth at the same time, and his
teeth beat u staccato accompaniment
to the rppling Of the water under the
bow Of the skiff. Presently the balls
Of fire glowed at short range and the
guide gave the signal to shoot The
trembling Of the gunwales-the signal
had hardly beeu sent to the shooter
forward, however, when the guide
yelled, at the top Of his voice: "Heyl
don't shoot" But it was too late. The
45-7o roared in the night and there
arose 2 mighty splashing.
1--WE killed himl I've killed himI'
cried the yellow-haired youth. u hope
you haven't" was the plaintive re-
joinder, land don't you shoot again"
Padding closer in shore, the guide
turned the boat and said; "There's your
deer"
And instead OF humping big buck
stricken by the yellow-hair's bullet, 1t
was Dukelow's cow She was still wal
lowing on the shore, half-mired, and,
as the guide swatted her with the pad
die, she made one last effort and lum-
bered shoreward. The yellow.haired
youth, between buck fever and his mar
row escape, was pretty well done up,
and scorning the suggestion to keep
on jacking, he lighted lantern, hunt
ed up the COW and poked at her all over,
trying to find o bullet hole. He didn't
succeed, but the next day the guide
showed him where he had cut the top
from one Of the tallest pines In st.
Lawrence county trying to kill the
wall-sided COW OF Horseshoe pond.
And to this day no one but the yell
low.haired youth and his guide knows
how close the docile.eyed milk crtter
came to being killed by a tumbling tree
top, cut from Its parent stem by a 45.7O
exnress bullet. Y. World.