The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-01-01
ON 4 RUNAWAY.
Waiting for Deer Is Trying on the Nerves
 But It's Sport.
[Ed Mott in New York sun.l

day? Crawl out O that! Git up an
 sniff a gallon or two O the mountain
 air that's dancin' rpund here. Come
 out and look about you leetle, an see
 what you think O the way the break O
 day drops down onto us, up here, 'mong
 the Pike county hills! It's playin'
 round the hilltops now, sonny. Git up
 an take look at it, cause the sun Il
 begin business fore long, an send the
 best part of 1t scamperin' ev'ry which
 way. Sides that, Pm thinkin' that it's
 about time that all folks that's got any
 vim in 'em was up an doin'."
 Uncle Andy Piper was up and astir
 early, as was his custom. crawled
 out briskly from the fragrant bed of
 hemlock boughs in response to his lus-
 ty summons. The first gray couriers of
 the coming day had given place in the eatern sky, beyond the hills that look down upon Silver lake, to the crimson heralds Of the suns nearer approach.
 Pure, crisp and spicy, the rich october dll pOuLCd III ll lAAG OPNlA SetbAAh ASOA . indifferent alike to the sharp, snapping of the hickory logs in the wide, stone fireplace and the eager flash of the gathering flames. Brisk and bracing, with elixir in it's very chill, the breath of the autumn morning came up from the smooth waters, down from the top bling hills, and out from the rustling Io rr1t 1yf h1nNH by it's touch, and instilling sturdiness and vigor from it's robust presence. The crimson glow beyond the further hills deepened and expanded. All be- low was bush and shadow. Soon the rapidly advancing sun heightened and enriched the blazonry of the eastern sky until it's tints lived again in the mir roring bosom Of the lake. save where the hesitating shadows of the hill drowned upon it and held somhre su- premacy. Gradually broad bars of gold unfolded their radiating splendor against the quivering belt of crimson, which bright herald of the coming paled before them, and slowly vanished. The wooded summits, already gorgeous in the robe of autumn, gleamed and glis- tened. The shadows of the hills upon the lake gathered unto themselves and srept away. The slowly the east be- came like sea of fire, upon which at last no eye could gaze, and all around. on hill and stream and forest, rested the full glory of ripe October morn ing.
 Well" said Uncle Andy, If you've took In enough O this fresh mountain air, come in. I've got some fresh tanzy."
 There was wide gap between tanzy and the splendor of an October dawn in the mountains. but followed Andy Into the cabin Two tumblers stood on the table. Into each one the old woods man dropped sprig of tanzy and bruised it with the end of his hunting knife.
 "Lemme seew said he "The doctor told me to moisten this here tanzy. seems to me. Yes, he did. Don't seem, though, as if he told me to moisten it with water No. sir! He told me to moisten with sumfin' out O that black bottle. yonder Course he did!"
 Uncle Andy took 0 black bottle from his shelf and from 1t poured each glass half full.
 "This hain't sumfin' to drink, mind 5ouw said he, warningly. "This is med lcine. There ain't nothin' like 1t fer fer-fer the blood, I think the doctor told me There ain't nothin' like it fer 5umfin or other, anyhow, so we must take a dose of it. It's medicine, sonny, an I alluz like bit of sugar in mine, Hey some sugar in your'n?"
 The drink was good. Whether 1t was ! sanitary precaution or not, 1t was It was good. and Uncle Andy seemed pleased when told him so. He winked and said:
 Glad you like it. cause 1t won't be SO hard doctorin' if you should happen Q get took with sumpin' or other. It beats quinine all holler. gin and tanzy loes, an it don't rack your system lever."
 After breakfast we got ready for Burnt Chestnut runway, where Andy iaid we would be sure to get a shot tt deer or two that day,
 "Tain't goin' to be as clear an bright | IS this for long" said he. "By the time we git to the runway it'1l look enough | ike snow to make you think O sleddin', | Ln' I'll be glad of 1t. Gimme clouds instead O sun when I'm huntin an if here's deer anywhere in my bailiwick | le's got to get up an hump hisself if | le gets away from me. So don't lay ut to hev a nice genial time with yer elf on the runway, Look out fer a. ong wait ar a nippin' one"
 Andy's dogs are eager for the chase. We had good four mile tramp, through woods, across barrens. bristlihg with ustling scrub oaks, and by moist swails by the frequent whirr of the wift-winged grouse. Uncle Andy said e felt it in his bones that we were ure to get deer, and that he'd "bate is boots on it." Just as he had proph- sled, by the time we reached Burnt Chestnut runway the sun had disap- cared behind bank of omnibus louds, and raw and penetrating wind ,as whistling through the trees Andy osted me at the trunk of dead tree n an open. bleak spot on the ridge.