The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-04-19

bis pick out of two or three. They
was SO plentiful that it was no trouble
to kill 'em. But they have been killed
off now SO that there amt many more
'roup'. Once in awhile a big
fellow brings mp litter into the
lower clover lot, and we have to rect
'em out.
Ever hunt woodchucks? Wa-al, il
amt much eff they be young ones. If
you wait long enough you'll catch
them, runnin' across the lot in broad
daylight. Ii you are good shot you
San bring one down. They're tough,
an big fellow will carry away big
load of shot. But if you get hold of a
big fellow, an old veteran, so to speak,
you'll find it no easy job to dislodge
him. He's too KNOWN cuss to live.
He'll only eat your clover at night, an
LORD! how much he can get away with
in one night. In the daytime he keeps
close into his hole and laughs at you.
Dig him out? WAL, yes; you can try
it: but he'll dig great deal faster on
the other end than you will, and take
it easy at that. Mind We, I'm talisin'
of old ones-those that know all the
tricks of the business. The wood.
chucks that We find on Long Island are
wiser than those most anywhere else.
cause they have to be cunnin' apd
shrewd not to get killed. They're SO
close to civilization that they learn
new tricks all the time.
"a few years ago a cunning old fel.
low took up his home in that clover
field just off the lower medders, an we
had the hardest time to kill him We can
imagine. ] guess afore we got through
with him he cost us bout one hundred
doilars-that is fur clover destroyed,
and labor at one dollar and half per
Gay lost in trying to capture him.
Twarn't any use layin' in wait for him
with a shotgun. He was too wise to
poke his nose out of the hole. But ev-
cry night he'd come out and eat clover
fast enough. He brought up seven lit
tiers OF young chucks in that field, but
we killed 'em all except the old one.
He'd bring a new mate with him 20 his
home every season, but she'd get shot
in trying to save her young ones. But
we could never get shot at the prime
mover of the whole trouble. We watt
ed fur him on moonlight nights. an
did get shot at him onct. But guess
we only crippled him, an he never VEN
tured ont again except on dark nights.
We had no chance then. We tried to
dig him ont, but after three days OF
steady work we got tired Then we
started to burn and smoke him out, but
it amt no easy matter to make smoke
go down hill and get into all of the
holes that a woodchuck can make.
Finally, we decided to drown tie old
critter out. We got together all the
old pork and oil barrels that we could
find an filed them full OF water.
Then, VIXEN everything was ready, ST
an Jake, my two sons, stood ready
with pitchfork and shotgun, while
poured the water into the hole. WAL,
sir, that hole held more water than
any millpond.
ait took the hull ten barrelsful %
bring it up to the surface. and then,
jest as / put in the last pailful, that
pasky old chuck showed his nose. ST
iabbe at him with the pitchfork, and
Jake shot the handle to pieces as he
banged away at the critter. But it
want no use. The water soaked
away rapidly, and the woodchuck
went down again, grinning at or
failure.
"l.ut we warn't so easily discour-
aged. Next day we added five more
barrels and all the tubs and pals
round the house. Then we began 10
food the hole again. This time we
had plenty of water, but there was NO
woodchuck to appear. The water
came up to the surface and flowed out
of the hole, but no woodchuck We
thought he had left his home for good
after his first ducking. But no; he
came out again that night, an ate
more clover than usual jest as eff to
spite us WAL, we found out il time
that the critter was SO wise that he
had dug his hoe way up TOWARD hill
so that ne could sit up there and watch
us pouring water in at the other end.
This put stop to any attempt TO
drow him out.
1T was 81 that rugged mp the trap
that finally caught the old fellow. He
took big stone weighing bout fifty
pounds and suspended it right over the
hole Then he fixed a little stick down
below list as he would set rabbit
trap The old muskrat couldn't get
out of the hole noway without hitting
that stick, and-well, the thing hap
pened two nights later. The first night
the critter didn't venture out, but the
second morning the stone was down,
an the old fellow was crushed beneath
it. We amt had none in the fields
since then N Y. Post