The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-03-01
New York SUM-

(New York Sum-
"speakin' O. huntin'," said Uncle Lige
Petitbone. did L ever tell you tellers
how got my first gun?"
Nobody had been "speakin' o hunt
in but everybody in the store knew
Uncle Lige, and seemed perfectly Will
ing that the subject should be changed
into any conversational channei ne
might choose. Guess that's one you
never told us, Uncle Lige, said LaIay-
cite Jones.
wal. mebbe not, N eff did t'won't
hurt We none ter hear it agin, fur 1t
shows Jest how much more man KIN
do by thinkin' an brain work than ne
kin by jest goin' ahead like a Ma!Dus
round karryseen chimley.'
AT this point-accordinS to the Tune
honored custom of story tellerS-tne
veteran closed one eye, aimed at the
red-hot portion of the stove with eX-
IRENE accuracy and q kissing result,
tilted his chair back against the Drown
sugar barrel. and continued:
Twas way back in ole Andy jack
sons time, when the woods wuz ez 1ul
o. game critters an varmints ez the
summer medders is o. grasshooDers.
wuz a. young switch NV feller-lU year
old er Whereabouts, an timber an
great hunter, an 1 got the fever airly
an bad, but every time l said ennythln
bout hevin' a gun mother kicked up
the worst row you ever see. NO, sir; L
w ant goin' to hev no gun, shootin' my
self every day an bein' brought home
dead every night an'-pshaw, you know
how women folks goes on when they
get ennything in their heads. One day
me an mother an dad talked 1T all
over Dad was willin, but him an
mother final agreed that 1 couldn't hev
no gun ontil I killed an sold enough
game without a gun ter buy one my
self. She thought she he'd me thar, n
1 thot so, too, but it left some hope, an
l started in. 1 he'd a ole box trap an
| got a bow-arrerS an l worked EN-
both fur all / wuz worth. Bout every
day fur a year l wuz at it, an all l
made wuz Jest S1.30-proceeds from SELL
in a skunk, two muskrats an a pint O.
chuck lie. wal, this wuz pritty slow,
an at that rate I'd be 20 fore 1 he'd
emmy shootin' iron. One day l wuz
out with the bow-arrers-nice, warm
November day. Hadn't hit nutin' all
day, an wuz settin' on a. log feelin'
kinder down in the mouth. Suddintly
| happened ter look down an thar III
some soft ground near the log wuz
footprint Nv whoppin' big bar. Golly!
jumped up. | alters wuz a nervy kid,
an so, without waitin' a minute an
with jest my little boW-arrers 1 started
ter track tibet bar.
II hedn't gone far fore 1 came to
some rocks an windfalls, an l walked
along sly an fust | knoWed thar WuZ
the biggest bar 1 ever hearn tell of all
curled up under a ledge ez sound sleep
eZ the everlastin' hills. l golt but it
give me start. Wal, I sneaked away
n ez 1 left 1 observed by the little road
he'd made-reg-lar beaten cowpath-
thet this place was his lodgin' place an
sort o. sanctoWerry, so ter speak. Fust
thot I'd tell dad. Then 1 seq: No
hoP on: mebbe here's a chance ter git
my gun. Guess I'll steal dads n shoot
him. No-thet won't do, fur then they'd
jest say / didn't kill him 'cordin' ter
bargain. Wal, 1 thot an thot an I
didn't sleep a wink all night fur think
in, an bright an airly 1 wuz out agin
still a-thinkin. / set down by big
Eastwood stub, an ez l wus mopin'
away, a bee come buzzin' round. L
slapped at the cuss, an 1 gol, but he
give me a right smart singer in the
thumb. 1t hurt like Jehu, but in a sec
ond 1 he'd clean furgot the hurt an
wuz jumpin' with joy, fur tibet singer
he'd Drodde a idear inter my head thet
WIZ with somethin'. 'Hurroari' SEE 1.
I got it, seq L. Honey 1 seq, honey
l. IL
I turned an looked ct the Eastwood
stub an Their hull plan come ter me
like the robins comes in spring.
Now, you fellerS all know thet bass
wood air the dunlbdest wood ter swell
when it's wet thet thar is. Walter
cut tn story sllort-I put fur home
First l took clos't measure NV a bars
skull dad he'd out in the barn. Then
stole two pound of .fluney, a ak an a
.,,,t ha., "a.
tin thar 1 marked jest the size of the
bars skull measure on the tree bout
four feet above the ground. O. course
it's Unnecessary ter say thet the stub
wuz holler. Then l TUX the ak an cut
a hole just the size of the measure tel
struck inter the hOller. 1t hadn't
rained fer six weeks, an tibet stub wuz
ez dry ez er baked sponge. Then got
some clay an pail er water an
plastered the inside Nv tibet holie.- good.
so when it WIZ done he'd a basin lest
inside the hole an about a foot below
it. Then I TUX a pound o. honey an
comb an tied it up in cloth so the
water wouldn't melt it all the oncet:
tied a. stone on ter ancher it an put it
on the bottum Nv thet basin. Tibet done.
I filled the pail with water, sot her clost
ter the stub an then, talkin' the other
box o. honey daubed a little on Their
an then made a honey trail right from
thar ter the ole bars den. He wuz
thar ag'in an asleep
Il ended the honey trail bout twenty
PAGES frum him. an then piclin' up a
small rock let him have it right in the
head. 1 didn't stop ter see what he
done. fur L knoWed ez soon ez he
smelt honey he'd furgit bout me, so I
jest skipped like a streak NV lie for the
t1rh n ton inf
basin on top the pound o. honey an
climbed up inter a neighborin' hemlock
ter watch.
at hadn't no more'n got fixed an
rattle, long come Mr.. Bar ct !
heat on the honey trail Didn't |
stop fur nothin', but rared up ct Their
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