Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1901-06-06

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cine, "git back into that saddle. Point
/ the critters head the other way. Now
you light back for Little Medicine, and
If you show up in this town again be
fore those returns do we'll maui your
ornery frame until your i won't
hold shucks. Git!"
Without protest the orders were
Obeyed The little group returned to
the headquarters room, and b broncho
made a yellow streak through the at
mosphere in the direction Of Little
| Medicine.
The chairman was FREQ Funston.
Here is one story that does more
credit to Funston's capacity to "get
there than to his ethics as an angler,
says the Omaha World-Herald. He
was one Of seven Kansas university
students who camped with Chan
cellor Snow n summer in Colorado.
The waters were full of fine trout, but
the boys were not sufficiently skilled
to land enough Of them to satisfy the
voracious appetites of the camping
party.
One day, however, Funston too a
comrade and started out to do or die.
They went up the Big Thompson to a
| place where a very short fall formed a
| pool below. In passing up stream the
fish jumped this fall, and at times as
many as a dozen were in the air at
once. With a net the two scientific
sportsmen captured 312 trout in three
hours, and for the first time since
| Chancellor Shows advent in camp lie
| had onn1Oh fish fn o9f To o0f THAR
| catch home the boys filed a knapsack
and a game bag and put the rest On
two strings, so on each.
A Manila correspondent of Leslie's
| Weekly tells the following story of
how General Funston once avenged
his horse in the Philippines:
Colonel Funston sat on his horse,
watching his Kansas boys fire at the
enemy at Caloocan, when an orderly
came up with the commanding gener-
ais compliments and an order to stop
firing.
"Cease fring!" shouted the colonel.
Only a few Of the nearest men heard
him, and the firing kept on.
cease fring!" ordered the colonel
again, and this time the bugle gave
forth the peal, and the firing, after
scattering, stopped altogether. Just
then a ball from the insurgents drilled
the neck of the c~oloneI's pony. Quick
as a flash Funston Whirled around, fire
in his eyes.
Commence firing!p' he shouted at the
top of his voice. "Give 'em - at 900
yardsr'
II &n4H% %hnao >n Goy,- ~,0,--l~ @e 49,
munition all along the line to avenge
that horse, though the colonel still
rides it.
Mr.. William Allen White Of Empo-
ria, Kan, who is a bit of a sportsman
and knows his Rockies shrewdly, re-
lated b following experience of Gen
eral Funston to a correspondent of
Forest and Stream:
General Funston of Kansas, who has
made so meteoric a record for himself
in Cuba and the Philippines, is a great
friend Of Mr.. White, and they two
have hunted together for many years.
Once upon a time, before the game
laws had very much respect given them
In Colorado, these two worthless were
on a hunting trip in the summer time
out beyond Estes park. Here, in a lit
tie valley, they came upon a deserted
village, some scores of houses without
q single ~tnhabitant, the abandoned
camp of an earlier mining stampede.
They took possession of this town in
the name of Kansas, hoisting over it
their broad pennant, and when they
got tired of living in one house they
moved into another.
Mr.. Funston, whom Mr.. White de-
scribes as a shocking bad shot, went
out hunting regularly after mountain
sheep and finally succeeded in killing
a good ram, which they bore in triumph
to the house which at the time they
were honoring with their presence.
They had disposed OF most of their
sheep, when one morning they were
surprised to receive a visit from the
game warden. While Mr.. Funston en-
tertained this gentleman in the front
parlor Mr.. White pulled up a couple OF
boards in the drawing room and lost
the head under the house for the time
being. The game warden departed, 81
fenced and apparently convinced.
A few days later than this Mr.. Fun
ston went out after raspberries, taking
his gun along, as usual. He gathered
O pailful Of berries, which be put in q
shady spot, and threw his gun. down
beside them. Wandering a little way
from this spot, he at length lay down
and went to sleep. He was awakened
some time later by an unfamiliar noise
and on sitting up saw a very hand
some cinnamon bear making for his
pail of berries. It need only be added
that the bear got the berries, the gen.
eral Of volunteers making a mastery
retreat along the mountain side until
he reached the bosom of the deserted
village aforesaid.
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