The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1896-05-14

jumping up and grabbing his guG. !
Marcus Kellam seen Old Golden las
week, Marcus is some'rs on the raI
tankerous bucks trail, and we hain't &c
no time to waste!'
so he hurried me off to the woods.
"'We're goin' to still hunt for him
said Red, on the way. L hain't got n
dog, and | hain't goin' to risk no boz
ried dog on him. Old Golden has got
way o borin' holes in dogs nowaJI
| pleasin' to them that owns EN-
we still hunted for him for three
four hours, but not sign of Old Golde
did we see. | was about tuckered ou'
and Red began to look disappointed.
The old cuss must heerd tina
Marcus Kellam seen him. said Rec
and has jist maturity dug out for som
other deestric'.'
by and by Red told me to move o
until l came to big dead pine tree tina
stood on the side of the ridge about
mile up the creek, while he went O.
to the south and circled back again an
came out and met me.
IF he amt lAyin' some'rs in tn
bailiwick,' said he, he has shook til
dust o these parts off his hoofs an
left us in the lurch, certain. If you S
him, be sure you bring him the fiji
shot. If you don't, the chap 9sHFRFaf
he'll bore you and stamp yot
H. Il.
started on his course, q 60. +
of sight. ! moved on-@ Ga b. -lc
ular yearning for meeting With OK
Golden. l had come within sight of tb,
dead pine tree when l heard greet
snarling and swapping off to my right.
The noise sounded like a dog fight. |
worked my way cautiously through the
brush toward the spot the sounds came
from, and found that I could probably
get a good sight of what was going or
from a little knoll on which there was
a group of hemlock trees.
81 reached that elevation, and peer
ing from behind one of the trees sawa
sight indeed. On the further side of the
opening, and not so feet away, wasa
large rock. Backed up close to tie
rock was an immense buck, with al
amazing spread of antlers. His he'd
was lowered until his nose almot
touched the snow. In front of hin,
one well off to the right side and one
to the left, were two fierce and bristli1g
animals which l knew were wolves, a.
though | had never seen a wolf befor.
Some distance away, lying in the snov,
which was dyed red with blood, la
another wolf, dead. The picture toll
the story The two remaining wolve
made quick and savage dashes at tn
buck, that sprang as quickly forwar
to meet them, lunging wickedly d
them with his many pointed horns. Tn
fight evidently had been in progress
for some time. l knew that the buzz
must be the famous, or infamous, Oh
Golden. My heart hammered away
against my breast so that it almot
choked me. Although here was sucha
chance as any woodsman in the couny
would have given all he possessed >
have, [ don't believe | could hae
plucked up nerve enough to take a.
of it if somebody else hadn't
happened. IL
Il stood there behind the tree, peert
ing at the fight between the wolves
and the buck. | must be as pale as
a ghost. BY and by my eye caught a
movement in the woods of to the leSt,
and CHANGING that way | saw hum
ter stealing up from that direction.
He was 50 taken up with the sight in
the opening that he had not discov-
cred me. He was a stranger to me.
He stopped, and | saw that he was pre-
pairing to do what | hadn't thought Of
dcing-shoot. That decided me.
IF that man gets Ola Golden it
flashed through my mind, TIL never
lare look Red Drake in the face again.
II pulled up my gun. I'll never tell
YOU where | aimed, but fired. | saw
The big buck give one great leap in the
air and then tumble in the snow and lie
there with scarcely another movement.
he wolves disappeared in the woods.
Mechanically | glanced again at the
stranger. He still had his gun at his
shoulder. He was looking at me, ami
I'll never forget the expression on his
face. We stood there staring at each
other, without a word. + y at least
minute. Then the hunter dropped his
gun, stepped out into the opening, and
gazing down at the dead buck, ex-
,laimed
81 couldn't have done it any better
MYSELF
Then I wilted right down where I
stood, and | don't believe I could have
rot up if another buck as big and ugly
rs Old Golden had been coming for
ne head on. The hunter was still gar
ng at the dead deer when Red Drake
anne crashing through the brush and
broke painting on the scere. When he
saw the hunter, Red was sight to look
It.
Marcus Kellam, by fury!' fAyR
claimed. Il heerd this mornin, tIaf -