The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1899-11-12

The next morning at daybreak ne was
routed cut of the cabin by Latham, who
ted him to get ready for his first deer
hunt. Chris blinked his eyes, carefully
examined a hundred-dollar shooting iron,
and took a long pull at the silver flask
which he had had filled before leaving
St. Louis. Then he followed Latham,
who led him a long way from the camp,
and finally stationed him at the edge of
a brook. 1t was bitter cold morning,
and Won der Abe was shivering and shak-
ing when they halted. Being a man of
action, he drew out his flask and took
another drink Latham promptly
grabbed the flask out of his hand and
said:
Now, Chris, you must let me take care
of this until you get back to the camp.
You know, old man, that all big game,
and particularly moose, can scent whisky
a mile off and make it a point to keep as
far away from whisky as they can. If
you keep this flask in your pocket you
won't get a. glimpse. Of a pair Of antlers
if you wait a week. Take my advice and
sit down on this stone with your gun
ready. Don't smoke and don't move.
Don't do anything but wait. Pretty soon
you'll see big buck moose jump out of
that bunch of underground and come
down to the water to drink. Then just
raise your gun, take aim and fire. Keep
on shooting them as fast as they come
down to drink, and the guide will be
around in two or three hours. He'll have
a bottle of whisky with him. Then take
a drink. Show him what you've Killed
and tell him to go away for another hour
or two, while you wait and kill some
more Keep this up until twilight and
you'll make yourself famous
But, Ladam, Why should I, Chris Won
der Abe, Civ to you my flask of whisky
dot 1 myself will need it?'
% Chris, didn't I tell you that the smell
of whisky would frighten away the game.
If you want to kill moose you must let
me keep the flask. Anyhow, the guide
will give you a drink when he comes
around Remember, here is your only
chance to kill moose and break into good
society at one and the same time
For four mortal hours Won der Abe sat
there. waiting for the moose that never
5 came Finally he threw UP the job in
disgust and started back to camp. He lost
his way. and for three hours wandered
aaimlessly through the woods. At last he
stumbled into a little clearing and saw
Latham and two other members of the
party seated. on rock, smoking aciga-
rettes and drinking whisky out of-hfs own
. silver flask He made his way into the
group. and demanded an explanation.
Ladams,' he said, for Why you keep
ME shivering in de cold waiting for der
moose vat amt dere. I, myself, do you
expect to tell me an explanation Of Why
you and your frents drink my whisky
out Of my flask, ven I, Chris Won der
Abe, be burning up NIT dirst and sfreez-
ing nit colt
g .Ah. Chris, retorted> Latham. try to
remember to forget it. You have
not obeyed, orders and as a result
you haven't killed your moose. Why
didn't you stay where I put you and
waltz .-1
e''Vaitl Ladams I.vaited and waited
and I waited. Why didn't dat moose
show up?'
Ito tell you the truth. Chris re-
piled Lathem, these moose are dead
wise, and guess the old boy must have
got Whit Of the whisky you didn't have
and kept away
=" 'Arlie,' cried Chris.~'dis moose bunt-
ing Is all one damn foolishness. I myself
will return to ST. Louis and fine You 500
for your freshness. Dis is awful
but Chris thought better. of It, and
compromised by buying g. big buck that
one Of the guides had shot that after
noon. It was not until after the party
returned to ST. Louis that Won der Abe
discovered that Lathams society friends
were a party of railroad men who hailed
from Chicago and INDUCED in annual
pilgrimages to the Minnesota woods
every tutumn.