The Yale expositor., 1897-11-26
AN EVEN DOZEN.
The Result Of the Fool Hunter
in Upper Peninsula.

The season of the year when the
tenderfoot hunter shoulders his gun
and "pikes" for the north woods to
shoot men and other animals, is,
thanks to God, drawing to close, says
the Alpena Echo.
The tenderfoot is knowing cuss
and after following the pillow, the
harvester and the thresher until they
have been laid away, he then should
ers an heirloom of revolutionary days
and HES himself to the deer country.
Mayhap he has never been in a forest
other than the little patch back of the
pasture lot where he gathers the win
ter supply of fire wood. To the mighty
forest of the great north he comes
filled with ideas and pumpkin pie, and
he thinks every moving thing in the
woods is some sort of wild game. He
is a knowing "cuss" and you can't
tell him anything. The first moving
object he sees in the woods he takes
aim at, shuts both eyes and lets her
go. When his eyes are opened and he
RECEIVERS from the rocoil he finds that
some other poor tenderfoot has re-
ceiyed an ounce or more of lead and
his remains are gathered up and sent
home to his afflicted family to act as
the forepiece in a funeral procession
and to cloud the brightness of Thanks
giving day to the youthful members of
his family. 1t not only clouds the
Thanksgiving but it clouds the entire
future of their lives. The death of
their father is humiliating. While 9TH
ers are reciting the deeds of valor
which have been handed down through
the family, of the noble deatn of the
parent on the battlefield, giving UP his
life's blood for his country, the death
of him who died in the woods is scarce
ly mentioned by the sorrowng friends.
The man had perhaps been known
in the community in which he lived as
a splendid specimen of humanity, an
Apollo, a man of learning who had
occupied positions of honor and trust.
Any other death would haye left the
family at least proud remembrance,
but this death shot down i'm the woods
by a fool hunter who couldn't distin-
gulsh him from wild animaI-sllch
q death to such man is indeed humil.
iatlng and instead OF leaving memories
dear to be cherished through life by
| those living, their lives are darkeneu
and made miserable by the never
changing thought that their paterngl
ancestor so mucn resombled a wild
animal that he was shot down i'm the
woods, and although his life had been
spent IA the betterment of mankind
MS death ut last was ignominious and
humiliatng, and inscribed on his head
stone are the words that nerpetuate
shame 10 the death Died by the hand
of fool hunter who couldn't tell me
from wild ANIMAL
No one ever questions the eyesight
OF fool hunter-the fact that he
shot the man for an animal leaves no
doubt but that surely the victim must
have looked like an animal. lie may
have been as handsome as n preacher.
as rotund as nm editor, and as we'll.
dressed as n representative on duty,
but II cuts no figure, the fool hunter
took him for n wild beast and he fred
he's in the woods 10 shoot and he must
shoot.
OF course he's always sorry, and he
helps gather up the remains and send
them home to the widow, but he keeps
right on hunting more deer and shoot
ing.more men. A little mistake like
the.shooting of man is TO be regret
ted by the fool hunter because he has