The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-06-27
PACKY GRISwOLDS EELS.
HE VENT AFTER THEM WITH SHOT
GUNS IN POTTER COUNTY, PA.

IaLe Keukn District-An Attempt te Spear
Eeis with Buckshot and the Search new
Making By n Disconsoiate Bark Reelor.
HAMMoHDsPoRT. june 24.-Pscky Griswold.
longtime summer instructor to the Ham,
mondsport Try.to Catch-Black-Bass Club, and
winter-time Exterminator-in-Chi Of Razor
back Hogs to the wild Swan, Wild Duck, and
Wild Goose Club of Hyde county. North Caro-
lima, throw up both jobs q few weeks ago. gath.
cred up his gun and his dog. his jack plano and
orosscut saw, his binder pole and his rubber
boots. borrowed a chew of tobacco OF Joe Frei-
dell. bought tho becr. and thon said:
"Good-byi I'm OFT"
"Just discover it," said Charley Champlin,
the cheese king. 81 knew It long agoi"
But Packy Griswold tarried not to handy idle
words. He struck out over the hills, and headed
westward. Col. H. 8. Stebbins. poet, and. in his
leisure moments, railroad and steamboat man.
ager, stood grief stricken and aghast at this sud
den and inexplicablo departure Of the light Of
Lake Keuka. For q moment his genius failed
to come to the scratch, and, as he gazed after
the form Of Packy Griswold, fading, fading, as
1t scaled tho distant heights and disappeared
over the summit, he could only exclaim. in the
words Of O neutrality-suspicious. but vivid fell
low poet:
Over the hills, q great way on,
A chicken died with the whoopin' ooushi
Packey is no chicken, but whether in his
minds eye Poet Stebbins foresaw some fate az
tragic awaiting Packy over the hills or whether
he didn't. he has never said; but, whatever his
minds eye foresaw, or thought 1t foresaw. 1t In
true that Poet Stebbins at once recovered him
self. and. rising to tho occasion, grabbed his own
versatile muse, directed her to tune her Tyre to
lachrymose strains, and began to dictate to her
thus:
Woe, WOO, wool
pavo raluaec, the espressman, was driving
bis horse nm with a turn.
",U.n,, "a 10 ~ -" NAL. s..,,,,, .uh..
do you wanti"
go on. MANI exclaimed the poet Stebbins.
II want nothinsl'
Then what in Sam Hill are you hollerin'
Whoa. whoa! whoa,' at inc ferf' said Dave.
Poet stebblns fell from his Pegasus with a
thump. He gave his muse "a, a da, of, and went sa
over on tne pier anu ceiieo hS Steainoos' "eh
names TSes. d.x. later word c,u, ,,os TINT p.osv
o-.n,,.Is "a nau.oa ~ ~ ,uI.aa -, uo,rard
Griswola had paused in tho village OF Howard.
nlaco' and forthwith settled there AZ keeper of
Hawsrd.s Hotel, And there he ia nowNenIum.
her king, ex.instructor to the Hammondsport
Try.to-Catch-Black ok Bass Club. ex;Eazor;back-
hog eXtcrmtnAtOr IN CnleT 10 10 the via swan,
| Wild Duck, and wild Goose Club OF Hyde
county. n. c.. and ex.liRht of Lake Keuka-
l nns kssns sn gs tSi SI, Of t di ,S Ss1 Aa%sTs hSteF POTS
Since then only vague rumors Of things about
Mr.. Griswold have roachei Hammondsport. and
Of things in the town OF Howard can't faaze
authority Of a man who says he knows all
about 1t.
of Penn Yam are members Of the Wild
Of Hyde county, s; C. A few days
s asG t to make S%Leo Psek .Se Gris%o Sda a w VISIT. up Some % es say
that they had heard that the hotel business was
SO good with Packy that he had been Obliged to
basybodies ,eveffywhere. The two DOCS went
occasion he took them down overthe border into
Potter county. Pa. for a few days .~trouting time
in camp. They SI had a d lot Of fun fun fishing kai smo And ;as one 1S
tisusly around, pasky said, in a whisper;
hin tonight feeding among me my pads;
Know mo- Were tho boat is on the pond. There's
three Of us, two for the guns and one for the
have some nice fat venison Tor breakfast
w might go over TO the pond and spear
And he went 70 collecting birch bark % make
a loren WITH. a uuSk tnty bIdTIGu U Ut DOnO
with a bunch OF birch bark. and two guns loaded
with buckshot, to spear cells. II was dark when
they reached the pond. They found tho boat.
Packy and Doc McNett manned the guns. Doc
Phillips manned the paddle, The torch was
lighted and led in the PROV Of the old canoe
The canoe crawlod away across the pond. A
loon, n basso profundo frog, and q derlsive hool
owl made music here and there. 1t was dark
and hot. The stars shone brightly in the water
well take the saddles home and have u nico
quiet little layout at my house, whispered
Packy.
I'VE must send the poet stebbins a nice hunk
OF OF en-" said Doc McNctt.
o sure" said PacKy. ave got to SEND
Steh. a hunk We've got to send him n hunk.
"To-whooi To-whoo!' cried the owl.
TO stebbins, you fist-fecod etfigy Of an ideal
lied Egyptian queen!' yelled Doc Phillips. CT
citedly.
"Sh-h-hl" warned Packy. Keep still. or W,
won't have nothin' to send to nobody!"
Doc Phillips padded on. The perspiratioI
rolled Oft his face and battered on the bottom o
the boat. The birch-bark torch threw its glar,
upon the water and set weird shadows dancing
The bullfrog croaked hoarsely about a "jug-o'
rum! jug-ocrnm!" The loon ran the gamut o
discordant hiiarty. The boat neared the shore
where the lily pads were thick.
go slow now!" cautioned Packy in Q whispe
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