The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1898-06-02

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cows ON my stTawberries. I couldn't
blame you II you did. fer that patch
looars enough o II did. But i DON'T
says Jim. Gown nor cattle didn't chaw
and claw and paw them three acres o.
strawberry patch. No. sir! Deer done
IT, Jest a. soon as the time was up
when the game law said deer couldn't
be killed no more, deer begun to come
down from them woods yonder and
pastur' On my Strawberries. Shoe 'em'
oflT says Jim. Not much. They
knowed we didn't dare kill 'em, and
every time we tried to shoe 'em or
they jest bristled up and run us off the
patch and went on with their chawin'
and pawin' and clawin'. Why amt
they here now? An accident happened
to one on 'em t'other day. says Jim.
That's why they amt here now.
guess they amt quite SO sure o. them
selves rs they was. and they're layin'
low says Jim. Yes says he. One
O. them deer shot himself. Broke the
game law, by gravy, and shot himself
out o. season., says Jim.
Trap gum says the game con-
stable. That's what you call an ac-
cident, hey? Guess you'n have to 80
long with me, James, says he. "a.
"'Not yit awhile!' says Jim. There
want no trap gun. 1t was an accident.
I tell you, and the deer shot himself.
Shot himself dead. was over in the
three-acre patch tryin' to red things
up and save little O. next years crop
says Jim, when a deer come trottin'
down out'n the woods, drove me of,
and begun to chaw and paw and claw.
II was enough to make me SO mad that
nothin' could a-stopped me pitchin'
in and poundin' that deer all to pieces,
says Jim, but KEEP my temper. had
y gun in the house. l knowed that #
the deer had been crow my fetchin'
out q gun without any load in II
wouldn't have skeert it bit, cause a
crow kin tell loaded gun from an un-
loaded one q mile of. But as the deer
want a crow, went to the house and
got my old gun that I hadn't loaded In
five years, thinkin' that IL strutted out
in the patch with it on my shoulder it'd
make the deer think didn't care for
the game law any more, and he'd skip.
I had strutted as close rs 20 foot to the
deer fore he seen me- says Jim, he
was SO busy chawin' and PAWN and
clawin' them strawberries. Then b
looked up. He didn't turn skeert bit.
lie turned madder than wild bull and
come for me a-tearin.' l whipped
round says Jim, and broke for the
house. but the deer ketched me. He
ketched me about three inches below
where the hind gallus buttons fits into
the galluses, and down l went says
Jim, and plowed Us much as 20 foo%
through that three-acre patch. The OIL
musket was shook loose from me by the
jar the deer give me.
"I guess maybe the butt end O. the
musket must a struck ag'in fence post
that stood ahead Of it some ten or a
dozen foot and sort O. ratified up the
lock. Anyhow says Jim, I heerd q
roar that made the hull O. that three
acre strawberry patch raise up and
shake itself, and when got up and
tried to view the lan'scape DER there
seemed to be a smell O. powder hover
in round, and the smoke was SO thick
l couldn't see anything for as much as
q minute. Then things sort o cleared.
Over by the fence post the gun was
layin' as peaceful as lamb, and down
in the patch where the biggest clawin'
in the patch was, laid the deer, jest as
peaceful as the gun was. There couldn't
be no two ways about it, SQUIRE says
Jim. Somebody must a loaded that
gun unbeknownst to me, and the rash
and unfortunate critter of deer had
shot itself dead with it. Broke the
game law, by gravy! and shot himself
out o. season. What's the reason says
Jim, that your business hain't got
nothin' to do with strawberry patches,
squire?' says Jim.
"James,' says the game constable,
where's that deer"
"'Well, squire says jim, 'as soon as
see what had happened l run into the
house and told the folks. Then l run
down yonder to tell neighbor. When
l got back home the deer wasn't layin'
in that three-acre strawberry patch no
more. Iasked my neighbor, who knows
all about deer, whether he thought
other deers could a come down outen the
woods and carried that dead deer back
with 'em, and he said, KNOWN what
he knowed about deer, specially deer
that hung around this district, that it
wouldn't surprise him bit if they had.
So the deer amt here. But kin show
you the musket the deer shot himself
with, squire, in that three-acre straw
berry patch,' says jim.
But the game constable he didn't
care to see the gun, and after warnin'
Jim about bein' so careless with fire
arms after that, he went home.
"'And now, Bill says, you see how
them game laws led jim Collins into
lynn says.
"That's so,' says Bill. Thunder
says he, but that was an oil whoppin'
whopper about that deer, wasn't it"