Arizona republican., 1899-03-11

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 and as l was feelin' riled yit at Gabe I
 didn't answer him pertic'lar cheerin'
 It was only the day afore that I says to
 Gabe:
 '''You talk like a durn fool, Gabe!' I
 says, cause he riled me the way he
 sniffed and turned up his nose and said
 he'd like to see a deer treat him that
 way.
 "'Tll bet anything you want to- he
 says, that 1 kin lick the snortinest
 buck, well or wounded, that ever run in 1 these woods, if he'll only wait till 1 kin l git my claws on him; and kin do it so quick he won't never know what lit on l himi'
 And that's what riled me, for the
 deer that 1 had the little muss with
 wasn't a pertic'lar big one. but he come
 so cOnsarned nigh gittin' the best O me
 that there wan fun in it. Iplinked | him all right, as he was runnin' quar- terin' from me, and he went down like
 an OK hit betwixt the eyes with a sledge
 hammer, and laid there not even a-quiv- erin'
 "A slemmin' nice shot, that, if I do say it myself, as hadn't ought to!' I says. He died fore he fetched the ground
 "'I sot my gun ag'in the tree I was staEdin' by and sa'ntered over to'rd the
 deer, with an oh-I-guess-I goin'-.o- have-venison-for-supper sort O way, an, standin' straddle of him, stopped over to cut his throat. I hadn't more than put the pint O the knife ag'in his, throat when he rig up as if a blast O powder had been sot off under him. I shot over his head and come down ker- thump, flat as a founder. Fore 1 could make any sort of a move. chug! come them two fore hoofs O the deer's down onto me right where my hind gallus buttons fastens on. That rather knocked the wind cut O me for a spell, but when l got some of it back turned my head and peeked up over my shoul- der to see what the prospects was look in like. l see the buck bracfn' himself agin me with his forefeet and glarin' down at me with his eyes blazin' worse'n the livest kind O coaIs, and his nostrils was jest actu'ly spurtin' steam. Then I lnow'd I had only filmed him jest grazed him with my bullet where his backbone jined his head That's fin- nin' a deer. It drops 'em like stone and stuns 'em awhile, but don t kill 'em But it makes 'em as ugly as sim So see at once that I hadn't killed this buck, but had only filmed him. It was the ruttin' time O deer, too and bucks l is uglier then than wounded she bears, ! anyhow. Knowin' these things. I be- l gun to wonder if any O the boys'd ever run ag'in my bones there in the woods, ! and lug 'em in and give 'em a home l plantin'.
 Jest the minute I moved and turned my head back to see what the prospects was the buck give a snort and r'ared up almost perpendic'ler, so as to fetch them sharp hoofs O his'n down on me ag'in. I know'd that if they ever landed they'd more'n likely pin me to the ground as proper as Q coonslin nailed to barn door, so I kept my eye peeled, and as them hoofs begun to fall I turned over quicker'n my old woman ever 1lopped pancake on the griddIe I wa mt a second too soon, neither. One O the bucks hoofs jest grazed the front O my huntin' shirt as l went over, and both Of his feet sunk into the ground. hard as it was, half way up to his knees! i
 'I had an idee that them hoofs would stick there, so that it'd kind O stay fur ther perceedin's on the part O the deer i till l could git on my pins. grab my gun, and sock a ball into him where it ought l 10 be socked. But the idee want the right kind. rig up all right bu. some how the deer's hOOfs didn't stick in the ground long. The deer got 'em out soon enough 10 throw 'em ag'in me SO lard that it tumbIed me more than six feet away. and mixed me up in lot e wild gTapevines that hung down from l big oak tree. That was a lucky tum- ole. I tell you. for I grabbed thick talk O vine and clim mp it in a way hat'd q made q monkey think he wasn't I my great shucks at cIimbin'. after all. |
 got up in that tree. and the buck | lanced and prancod and snc1ted around / or d minute or two. and then went ! ,oundin' away up the ridge. Soon as ee his white tail wh;sIl out O sight in = he scrub oaks l clim down and went :; lome feeIin' about as chipper, I pose, '. $ a feller mowt feel who'd been | ,etched stealth a sheep. And that's ! he little muss with q mad deer that I :. vas tellin' Gabe about when he sniffed md turned up his nose and riIed me by ayin' that he'd jest like to see any deer reat him that way, and that he'd bet little somethin' that he could lick the q ,iggest buck that run them woods, well | r wounded, ii the deer would only let | i'm git his claws on it once. So 1 was r fled yit when l was gOin' by Gabe's < Iouse and he hollers: " "'Where you goin' so fast Dan1?'
 T didn't answer him pertic'lar cheer n. feelin' riled at him yit, and l jest r avs: T 'Chestnuttin.' II II 'Chestnuttin'!' Gabe hollers, What I, ou got yer gun fer?' c II kept goin' right along, and hollers e ack:
 "'I thought maybe there mowt be h ..l- icrl,