Daily inter mountain. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1881-1901, 1901-03-02

a periodical, or writer.
Nothing, but l am Pathfinder. l
wrote them things.
You blazen liar! See how you trap
yourself. for there before you stands
the editor Of The Forest You never
thought to find him here to confront
you. Tell him who Pathfinder is. john"
so help me. squire, you've both got
me in corner. l can't contradict him.
l don't know who Pathfinder is"
BE YOU the editOr?' asked the pris-
Oner.
That's what they call me-"
well. my hands is in a snare. SO IL
you feel under my belt you'll get the
next letter. That there partridge was
to get the stamp, but your stamp has
flew away. You shouldn't be SO hard
on poachers, squire. If l owned the
land. an you lived in my cot, you'd be
poacher yourself"
Me pOacher? You rat. how dare
YOU say such a thing?"
You know You couldn't keep out of
the woods. squire: YOU love 'em too
much, and all that's in 'em. and there's
no man can learn YOU anything about
EN-. either. squire. You knows lot
about them creatures an their
haunts."
think you're going to come over me with
YOU Well. do know something about
them, that's true. but -
The editor had been turning the let
ter over and over in his mind: had OPEN
ed it and examined the contents; now he
interrupted the speaker.
Il say, squire. will YOU oblige me by
ordering the handouts off this man?"
Nov, I'm not going to let him go.
It's all nonsense about him being Path
finder
II suspect as much. l think this let
ter has been given him to Est. I'll find
that out in a moment. If his manacles
are OFF and you can let us have pen and
ink.
The released man was taken into the
library. and set down at table, with
pen. ink and paper before him.
Write partridge" said the editor
The prisoner labOriOusly wrote
'p-a-t-r-i-g." and handed up the result
of his effort. Stobcross glanced at it.
This is the man, squire. You can't
| send such a genius to Jail, pOaching or
no pOaching. Have you ever seen your
book:
What book?''
do YOU see The Forest and Field?"
| Not regular Can't afford to pay six
pence. except now and them
| Never saw note at the foot of one
of the articles asking you to send youl
| address to the Office"
NO. Wouldn't av done it if had
I'm not easy trapped. am I, sQuire?'
Here's the book said the squire
what do you think of it?"
The poacher turned over the stump.
tuous leaves as if afraid to touch them
then his attention became fixed on some
| of the engravings, and his grimy brow
wrinkled.
Say, squire, look how this fool man
has pictured that there fox! VIII, evel
! saw a fox like that? You know how
/ he crouches when he does what I Wri,
about
"Of course. Perfectly absurd picture
cried the squire, with the enthusiasm
| Of the expert.
"An' see this here pheasant. Oh
Gawd. Why, he's never seen the burt
alive. That's stuffed. that is
certainly it is. l never did thinl
much of the pictures
Done by the best animal artist ii
London said the editor with severity
unpleased by such free comment OF
most expensive art.
"Them London men dunno much 'bou
beasties and burds, do they, squire?'
| That's what I've said all my life,'
roared the squire. slapping his prisoner
on the back.
We'll. Pathfinder. we have som,
thousand of pounds waiting for YOU
to claim in our office, and more Il
| come,' interjected StObcross.
What fOr?'
For writing those articles"
| do you pay a man for writing?'
! always"
For writing"
! Certainly"
A seraphic smile slowly oversprea(
the poacher's face. and he dropped ONT
| eyelid in the direction of the squire, hi
voice coming with humorous chuckle
Squire, what blooming fools then
London chaps is, amt they?'