The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1897-12-26

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Coin partridge huntin', be ye?" Hiram
Hull asked as he poured four pounds of
No shot from the scoop Of the scales
INTO one Of the conicai packages that our
shot used to be done up in by storekeep-
ers before the era of paper bags.
Well, 10, not exactly hunting" 1 an
sWered, with a view to the possible need
of excuses for an empty bag. I'm going
over to Bradley's to spend Christmas, and
didn't know but [ might see partridge"
II would have been stuck up 10 call our
best game bird partridge. and no one
would have recognized it under the name
of 'ruffed grouse
'YoG hain't goin' to hoof it over the
maointain2' he asked with the end of the
string between his teeth as he wound the
package with a frugal allowance of pack
thread. 1 nodded an affirmation, While l
silently admired his thrifty habit of put
tn= the few spilled pellets into the box
Of unsold shot
Wal, then ye'd better let me put We
up paound or two O. buckShot.
NO, sir, l said, in tone expressive
of reoroof for the suggestion. I've no
use for buckshot this time of year for
the close time for deer began With the
month.
cot course not, but you'd want some
thing bigger'n number SKIES if the wolves
got after ye, said Hiram, making a per
suasiVe dip into the box of buckshot.
Wolves, said L contemptuously, why,
there hain't been a wolf around here for
20 years.
wal. there is naow. a pack O. seven,
anyway, an mebby more. Why, hahn I
you heard? Amos Barker seen 'em full
tilt, after a deer, an caounted EN-, seven
of en- His man at was a helpin' of him
on his coalin' job said there was Is, but
Amos reckoned he see double or caounted
some of EN- twice. an there s lots o
folks ats heard en-. There's wolves
ha ntin' the maountain, you may depend:
Better le' me weigh you aout couple o.
paound.'
NO, l guess it won't pay to carry any
extra weight on that chance L said, adj
miring the shopkeeper's cunning attempt
to sell me something l did not want. But
you may put up that small doll and that
Jack-in-the-boX for me. They re light and
they'll tickle Billy S TWO little shavers.
Then put up a half dozen crackers and a
bit of cheese for lunch, fill my tobacco
box and let me have an extra pipe and
IN be, off I want to make the trip by
daylight.
Il hope We will. l rally do. 1 wouldn t
want to have you get ketched in the dark
on the maountain. So you're goin right
over to Bradley's, be YEP he continued
as he Shuffied about behind the counter TO
put up the articles for me, and then be-
gan rummaging in a drawer of odds and
ends. Now, l wonder if you Wouldn't
jest as lives take him "a pair o. bullet
molds at Aaron Clark left here for him
last spring, l guess it was. [ guess he
borrowed EN- some time or mother an
1ethin EN- here is as nigh as ever he
come to returnin' of EN-. If Bradley
ever needed EN- he must be beginnin' tC
feel the want of EN- an it won't burden
you no great to take EN- if your re willin
an they IL be off m my mind
Hiram found the moldS after a short
search and slipping them into my pocket
with the other articles. L retired to my
bachelor quarters over Miss Diantha
Gridley's tailor shop, where, after trans
ferring the shot to q spring-top pouch
and filing my flask with better powder
than Hiram sold, and exchanging my
leather boots for a pair of the sheepskiI
boots tanned with the wool on which
We're then the most approved winter foot
gear, with my double gun on my shoulder
TO tighten my steps, set forth on tht
ten-mile tramp.
Good-by, Mr. Markham" called Mis-;
Gridle-, coming to the door, red in thu
face from . close interview with he
goose, i wish yoC a merry Christmas
but shall feel easiery about you if yol
hadn't got no gun. I'm always afraid O
a guns gOin' off"
Well, mines going off in way tina
won't hurt you, Miss Gridley. Good-by.
IL
Crossing the little river that turned tn
mills and forge of our village, and fol
lowing the road as far as it ran in my di
TpCrinn hal he al ~,