Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1896-03-19
POLK'S HARD LUCK.
Loves Bird Meat But Missed Two
Bats This Week.

Loves Bird Meat But Missed Two
Bats This Week.
Greensboro Record.
Polk MilIer's friends know thai
he is not only a famous shot, but
a lover of bird meat" While
he of course enjoys the sport Of
hunting them, be goes al it in q
business kind of a way. some
thing like the darkey who said,
when out of meat, that it was a
ground hog case"
The other day when Mr.. Mil
Ter was in Raleigh, Col, Odds
came in the dining room at the
Park Hotel where Mr.. Miller
was stopping and while at sup
per, carrying in his hand several
snipe which he had just shot.
But let Mr.. Miller tell it:
why didn't you come sooner?"
I said to Col. Odds; "you know
how fond I am of snipe or in fact
any kind of bird meat"
WELL" replied Col. Odds, 81
couldn't get back any sooner, for
I have been to the country, out I
tell you what you do: to morrow
morning you order a light break
fast and I'll instruct the waiter
to bring you one of the finest
birds in this lot"
"All right, l said, and you may
be sure I watched for Col. Old's
appearance in the dining room,
for with his family he boards at
the Park. When l saw he was
seated at the table [ walked in
and was given a seat at the other
end of the room, but facing Col.
Olds. Seated at my table was a
big, fine looking gentleman from
the State of Maine, and by the
way, a friend of Speaker Reeds.
| kept my eye on Col. ODDS and
IN a moment he saw me and then
turning to a waiter 1 saw him
nod towards me and give the
boy some instructions. My mouth
was watering while my friend
from Maine was talking giibly on
semething-I didn't know what.
Directly [ saw the same waiter
emerge from the region of the
kitchen with a platter in his
hand and start towards my end
of the room. You can bet I was
happy! Along glided that negro
with his waiter elevated above
his head on one hand;nearer and
nearer he came with his eyes set
right on my table and I prepared
for business, but 10! what should
he do but waltz right up to my
Maine friend where he dumped
that snipe, remarking: Boss,
hairs a bird what Col. Olds sont
yu wild his compliments Tell
Col. Olds l Am under many obi.
gations,' said that big Maine
Yankee, and with this he made
short work of the bird, while I
turned to the waiter and ordered
scrambled eggs, swallowed them
in a hurry and went out to cool
off. [ was hot in the collar to
be sure. but powerless to do any
thing.
Now" continued Mr. Miller,
''it looked like this was enough
punishment for one week. but to-
night just before I went i'll to
supper a friend here at the Ben
bow, knowing my fondness for
the feathered tribe, said, Polk,
order a light supper; I'm going
to send you in a fine woodcock.'
Before [ could administer a word
of caution to him about being
sure the waiter found me, he was
was gone. Well, [ have just
come out from supper and not a
wooucock did I see. I've got
blood in my eye for somebody
and if this waiter has made a
mistake. too, and given that bird
to another man, Til shoot him on
sight"
But while he was talking his
friend came up and said that the
woodcock was a little late in be-
ing prepared and therefore it was
not ready when Mr.. Miller was
at supper.
Say" replied Mr.. Miller
and a load was lifted from his
mind at once-It tell you what you
do-keep that bird warm and
when I return from the court
house I'll eat him"-and he did,
leaving Greensboro happy and
contented.
It is to be regretted that Mr..
Miller, who lectures in Goldsboro
on the 25th inst, comes in the
"off' season for birds here, be-
cause Goldsboro is noted for it's
fine "Quail on toast"