The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1896-11-26

story.
Phil walked along over the snow
fer couple of miles ontell he struck
the aidge of the woods where they had
been part cleared away. Then he
good hunter, to see eff the primin was
good so'st the thing couldn't miss fire.
We didn't have no fancy breech.loadin'
guns then tibet you could fire as quick
as you could jam shell into them, an
in huntin' painters man don't want
to let his gun 60 back on him fer a
minute. Well, arter he was sure the
load was all right he went on fer a
spell, not thinkin' bout anything much,
an bimeby he come to stop, suddin
like.
"A little stump stood in the path, an
there the trail split, one track goin' one
side an t'other on t'other. There he'd
been two of them varmints, an they
he'd follored each others steps SO clost
he hadn't know'd afore tibet there was
more'n one. Nuthin' but a painter could
do tibet SOS to fool Injun. Arter they
passed the stump the trails jined agin.
TdClA q COuPAC VI PoAASSAS WIN q
gun tibet it takes a mint at least to load
ain't a thing tibet a mans likely to feel
tickled over, but don't s'pose Turkey
| ever thought of goin' back. lie jest
raised the hammer off his gun an
shifted round to a handy place the long
knife tibet a Injun gener'ly kerrics, an
knows how to use, too. Then he went
| on agin.
"soon he come to place where a
hemlock an beech had been chopped
down an fell with their tops togethev.
They was more tracks when he got clost
to the tree, an he made up his mind
them painters was right there. So he
took q ball out of his pocket, poured
some powder into his left hand, an
took cap atween his thumb an finger.
He stuck the ramrod through his belt
so it wouldn't take no time hardly
to load agin, an then he creep up quiet
like. Injuns an painters is alike about
tibet; they kin 60 anywheres 'thout
maxim a noise. I never see = white
man tibet could.
"When Phil got bout Is feet from
the tree top, sure enough he seen a
| painter through the branches. He he'd
his head down an seemed to be knaw-
in bone, prob'ly the sparerib we had
counted on hevin' fer Christmas. The
lnjun knowed the place to PUNK a
painter, an raisin' his gun he fired.
The old Teller dropped without cry,
but fore the sound of the shot he'd
died out up jumped his mate, crouchin'
on big limb, rollin' her eyes, an work.
| in her tail back an for'rd.
'Phil hedn't took his eyes of tn tree,
but afore the smoke he'd begun to
| crawl out Nv his gun barl he poured
his handful Nv powder in an jammed
tn ball in arter it. When he told us
bout it, says he: 'Mebbe go half way
down, mebbe not, new mind ,sAfore
tibet painter was ready to jump the
lnjun was ready. He he'd his rifle to
his shoulder, pintin' to tn beast when
he seed sight tibet would a made most
men drop the gun. There were three Of
them painters. In q crotch atween
two limbs was another, some smaller'n
the first two, keepin' his eyes straight
on Phil an movin' his tail slow-like,
but the Injun didn't pay no more ten
ton to tibet Teller then eft he'd been
chipmunk. He jest pulled the gun
on tn one he was sightin', an ez his
finger moved the third painter jumped.
1.-The painter struck the Injun fore
he could club his gun. Both of 'em
went down, an the painters teeth went
into the Injun's shoulder while his claws
was a-tearin' the poor feller's breast.
But Phil didn't forgit what he was
about. Ez he fell his hand went ter tibet
long knife, an he jabbed it inter Mr..
Painter till he struck the heart.
"Thet's all he know'd till long bout
four o'clock in the afternoon. When he
come to he were lynn in the snow, n
the body of Their dead painter were lynn
the bleedin' from his wounds, 50 he
wasn't ez done up cz might hev been ex-
pec1ed. AFTER he got little strength
he pulled himself out from under the
body an started out fer help, leavin'
tn painters jest cz they was. Two er
three hours later he stumbled into the
cabin of a lnjun named Conjockety,
which was the nearest house. The
wilnmen fixed up his hurts, an the men
set out an got the scalps Nv them three
painters, an the gun.
TWENTY-FIVE dollars apiece was thu
bounty on them scalps, so it was \
pretty good days work, fer ez none,
went. But what do you 'spose tibet In
Jun wanted us to do? Wanted us to take
part of the money to make up fer our
pigs. Course we couldn't do tibet; we
felt more like payin' him.
But what best showed the kind Nv
man Phil Turkey was, he never seemed
to think he he'd done anythin won
derful. He never told the story onIess
he was pressed, an the only thing l
ever heerd him say bout it, excep' tell
in the bare Jacks was when he'd draw
up his shoulders, kind 1T this way, an
grunt: Ugh! me some scare"
An Object Lesson.
A kind-hearted and philanthrople
fly was one day buzzing around thu
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