The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1897-01-01

they dressed nearly four pounds apiece
and he groaned loudly over their weight as
he bravely toted them back to the house
In the broiling sun of tropio midday.
They were served that night ut dinner,
and it behooves me to remark that never
ate tenderer or more delicious flesh, either
of bped or quadruped But, then, Of
course, they were of my own shooting,
which bestows an added zest They were
served with the sauce of hunger, and after
a provocative sherry and bitters, all Of
which must be taken into consideration.
To be strictly first class and additionally
tender, a guinea must be, first, of the
feminine gender and young-in fact, a
pullet. 1t must be cooked the same day it
is shot and watched over by sooty cook
of the same sex as the bird.
On Saturday afternoon the parson said
to me: my sermon is written, and need
rest. Come with mo to Two Foot bay,
and we will have try for deer" We rode
over disused road to Highland House,
and thence to COW pen, where q huge
tamarind tree cast broad shade and was
alive with glittering humming birds.
My friend led the way through thick
scrub to noted deer walk, and there we
took our stand just as the shadows were
lengthening along the fields Soon o fine
black buck came stepping daintily out of
the copse and offered a shot that not even
bungler could have missed. He was n
splendid animal, and my gun was loaded
for just such as no. and the short way to
tell the story is to say that he went home
with us behind our negro attendant, shar-
ing with him the horse no rode One was
enough, and to the parson was indebted
for him; so, of course, willingly agreed
with him that 1T would be wanton waste
to shoot another The sun was only about
to set as we took the homeward trail
through the bush. which was animated
with varieties or plrGs. As we were cfcss-
ing an old field, with q single tree in its
center, out of that lone tree few bunch
of guinea birds, going like the wind and
screeching like mad things. 1t was then
after dusk, the moon was risen, and all
the guinea fowl had gone to roost. While
l was telling the parson, as we halted a
moment under the tree, how easy it would
have been to bowl over two or three of
those birds had but known they were
there, out burst another bevy from the
limbs right over our heads. The parson
then asked me why / didn't bowl over a
few and said there were probably some
more in the same spot, as that was the
only tree in the field. Recovering from
my establishment, unslung my gun, and
as did so another gust shook the branches
above, and a smaller bevy bolted through
the air. These did not get away un-
scathed, and as we continued homeward
q pair of them hung at my saddle bow.
Guinea fowl, doves and deer wero by no
means the sum total of Barbuda's allure
ments for the hunter, for in the fall and
early winter como along great flocks of
plover, snipe, ducks and teal, al the
winged migrants that coast the shores of
the United States in their southwark
search for winter home. AS for t''ose
great birds that hover on the debat. lie
borders Of sport-the pellcans, fri. .te
birds, herons, famingoes and tropic bi is,
they sometimes swarmed here uImolested
and not afraid.
But the bird that gives tho best shooting
here is the beautiful white headed pigeon,
which haunts the sea grape thickets along
the shore. The number that might have
shot was only bounded by my ambition,