The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-05-11
A Cape COD Hunters Luck.


The people on the shores of Cape Cod
are much afflicted at the autumnal season
with hunters who come down from Bos-
ton and tramp through all the region Dor
dering on the bay, looking for birds, SAYS
the Youths Companion. Sometimes these
hunters are "greenhorns" of the rarest
type. They come not alone in the fall.
but also in the spring. for at that season
wild geese and certain other wild fowl
may lawfully be shot.
Come in the spring. said a farmer In
Sandwich repeating a travellers question.
Bless your soul, guess they do! And
some on 'em is the all-hredest lunkheads
that you ever sect Kind o. dudes, that
never knowed anything, and come down
here with leggins laced up their legs like
womens shoes.
We'll, a Teller that looked just like them
chaps come down here last spring lookin'
for wild geese. He couldn't find no wild
geese, but out in Uncle Sim Nickerson' s
paster behind the barn he found Uncle
Sims old SOW. He was crossin' over from
the mash to the road, an fust thing he
knOwed he run right almost onto that old
SOW, an she he'd a litter o. young pigs,
an she was crosser'n all git-out. Well,
sir, she made right after him, roarin' as
fierce as a lion, an he must "a ben scairt
most to death, for he up an shot her-
both berrels, plumb right in the head an
face.
Result was that the SOW was killed; an
Of course she was no use for pork, an
that young dude he was arrested by Obed
Sears-hes constable, We know-on war
rant that Sim Nickerson swore out; an
that dude he paid for the SOW right on
the spot ruther than have any more trou-
bic. Sim taxed him $12 for the sow, an
l guess that was a pooty fair estimate
on her
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then but demand pay for the six pigs.
Says he, They're too young to take care
o themselves, an they'll die on my
hands, l think myself that Sim went a
little mite too fur then. They was little
pigs, but they was plump an fat an
lively, an l guess they would We ct swill
all right. But 1 guess Sim he sees a
chance to get pay for the pigs an have
the pigs, too
But that dude he spoke up, an says,
says he, How much are your pigs Wuth?'
Well says Sim, I Guild "a got 50 apiece
for EN- as soon as they was old enough
to wean, but l won't charge We more'n a
dollar an a half for EN- now Obed
Sears, he give a kind of a whistle as
| much as to say. Amt you COMM a little
strong" But what does that dude do but
whip out SO in addition to the $12 he'd paid
for the SOW.
THAT made $21 that his huntin' that
HlOrnln nad cost MIN. sim, he was lOOkin
out to see how he was goin' to take care
| of the pigs, an he turned round to see
the dude Teller go away, when that dude
says he:
Now, Mr.. Nickerson, guess I'll take
my pigs
What? says Sim. a little surprised.
We'll, says the Teller, I suppose the
| pigs is mine. now't I've paid for EN-
'Yourn" says Sim. He kind o couldn't
| get over his surprise that that fellel
wanted the pigs.
Yes says Obed Sears, the pigs is
| hisn, of course.
| Then what does that dude do but &c
| over to the grocery store an get a pack
| in'-box for a quarter, an put little hay
| into it, an he gethers up them pigs an
loads EN- into the box and nails some
| Stats over the open end o. the box, an
| hires me fer a quarter to haul 'em dowr
| to the depot, an off he goes to Boston
with the whole outfit. An less'n month
afterward John Phinney, that works up tc
Boston to the market, he comes dowr
| here, an he says that that Teller wan
any real dude. but his father is a bis
| provision man in the market there, an
that youngster sold them live Cape Coo
fat suckin' pigs to hotels, to roast whole
for five dollars apiece! That let him ou
| on the whole transaction with a cleal
| profit, countin' all expenses, of abou
eight dollars.
An Sim Nickerson! We hain't go
| done laughin at him yet bout how ht
took advantage o that greenhorn-or any
| way, how he thought he did,"