The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-10-23

came out in September. '9S. You sec Riu
had been chief of police in Bismarck and
ne and the Mayor had words one dav.
+ Bll pulled his gun; he was too much of
a gentleman TO shoot the Mayor. so he
Datted him over the head with the butt
end of the pistol. That ended the arsu-
ment But after that the Mayor said he
IhouSht Bill had better resign so he mass
ca IN MS badge and came to Medora. And
wnen he heard Of the tenderfoot who had
tanned White-face Kid, Bill said he guess
ca he was the kind of man he'd
lke 10 work for. By the time I went there
BIZ was foreman of the Elkhorn ranch
and Sylvan Ferris, Joe's brother. was
mead cowboy. Bill and Sylvan had STAYED
SOBER all summer SOS to be O. X. for the
big hunt :
Doc Lambert mounted Sorrel Joe. the
colonel straddled Muley Bill rode Tom.
and l drove the White-faced Kid and Jim
IN the army wagon. The colonel SAID il
wasn't any fun to ride the Kid any more.
since he'd pull 20 harness. Besides. he
hadn't ever quite forgiven the Kid for
buckins him so hard that he lost a new
hunting knife that day a MADEIRA
Our third day out We saw antelope.
There's big bull. but he's 600 yards off :
SAID Bill Jones when we first caught sight
OF the game But the doctor hadn't cot
used TO a country where distances are 50
fii'-' III t4iat AlSn NiN AIR the prong
/ horn didn't look TO a New York man. far
Their off than across Madison Square. You
see, l can talk town now like a tender
foot since l got to be a soldier and came
East
An Antelope at Long Range.
AS I was saying, the doctor paid no
attention when Bill said the bull was 500
yards off, but blazed away with his $3.50:
he missed the antelope by $50 yards, shot
that far short of him. Then the doctor
played Fourth OF July with the critter.
shooting half dozen shells at him al
most as fast as the Spanish machine guns
banged at us on Kettle Hill. He didn t
hit the beast either, which was not
strange at the distance. but his fusilade
turned the game off toward Roosevelt.
And never saw a pretter piece of work
in my life than he did then with his rife.
1t was just the same caliber as the doc
tors and when the colonel-I can't help
calling him that, though war was the last
thing any of US expected then-puiled the
trigger twice, at 325 yards, the bull keelcd
over with one ball through his side and
the other through his chest
Il saw the colonel get a fine sheep one
day. He and Bill and l were sitting on the
porch, taking it easy, when Bill says: I
saw a Sleeps track up on that butte yes
terday,' pointing to the range right In
front Of us. across the valley A Rocky
Mountain sheep is about the rarest game
we get out there. Bin had no more than
got the words out of his mouth when
something poked its head up over the edge
of the cliff. There's the sheep now, says
Roosevelt. No. l believe it's a black
tailed antelope and I've a mind to go after
him.
q" 'Black-tailed nothing said Bill. That's
the whltest-tailed antelope you ever saw.
BaEsinE "a Mountain Sheep.
by this time The colonel was creeping
up the river, with his rifle. We two sat
still and watched him. The air was calm
! and clear as a bell. and when he was
a half mile off he could hear every word
we said. He ought to keep to the left
and climb that coulee, said Bill, never
thinking the colonel would hear him. But
he did keep to the left and began crawl
ing up the butte, which was all hute6
With gullIes. Gimme them opery glasses,
| said Bill-he always called the coloners
I field glasses opery glasses-and just Their
the colonel fired. That was enough foI
US, and Bill and 1 went after him as hard
as we could.
Did you get your antelope? called