The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-09-27
MR.. BURDETTE's EXPERIENCE
Our Greenfield Friend Has Trouble
With His Rifle While Bagging
Game on Newton Lake.

Game on Newton Lake.
our mutual friend from Greenfield
township, DorranCe Buckley Bur
dette, "Dorie' Burdck for Short, the
good-naturcd resident who Is among
the most interesting attractions OF
visit to Newton lake, caused pleasant
surprise by making another visit to
Cdrbondale this week
OF course, DorranCe visited The Tri-
bunc office. which he warmed and add
ed to it's accustomed brightness by the
sunshine of his good cheer. Besides
his usually interesting and funny ways,
he had with him his inseparable rifle,
Il mud duck a woodChuCk and such
other things. he also had few cN-
pericnccs to relate, which he narrated
IN his own unique style.
See that gum" said Dorrance, with
a black panther" skin air of inquiry.
What do you think of it,
The Tribune man examined the gun,
and was surprised to find the barrel
noticeably bulged at one end.
"Ispose you think you know what
caus'd it, don't YOU quoth Dorrance,
with a half sarcastic smile and as he
threw his Rough Riders hat on the
table.
"Well, if YOU think you do, just tell
us" continued the Greenfield man,
with you-thmk you're smarty air
and as he winked to the office boy in
anticipation of having a joke at the
expense of the newspaper man.
"Oh. you couldn't tell in forty years
l know YOU couldn't; so I'll tell you"
You see" said Dorrance with an in
oil ai h,, lsit 10 a
wild birds out of the way, brushed his
hat aside and drew his chair closer to
| The Tribune man, that a word might
not be lost. You see the preacher was
comm to our house sunday and as
wanted to have somethin extra for
| him. / got up early, earlier a blame
| sight than you ever get up'-with an
other wink at the office boy-"and went
out on the pond, that's Newton lake,
Arthur Narrington's place"
| But say" DOrranCe digrcSsed as
another happy thought struck him,
| aint you ever been out to Newton
lake? You havc?" i'm surprise when
the newspaper man said he had" well
I've never seen you. But say. YOU
want to come out some time, and I'll
show You a good time
But say" in another surprised tone
you don't want TO wear that kind
of hat" as he sized up what the re-
porter was deluded into believing was
the proper thing in fall styles. you
don't want anything like that thing;
no, sir. This is what you want" as ht
snatched the Rough Riders hat, a la
Burdette, and proudly Haunted it IN
front of the embarrassed newspaper.
man. That's what YOU want, and you
want to punch just as many holes as
there is in mine; you want plenty oI
air holes for you'l need them" hl
chuckled, as he prodded his newspaper
friend in the ribs.
Put, say, l didn't finish about bein
on the lake, did l." "Dorie" resumed
with an air of apology.
II was out in the boat taking up an
outline that | set on Saturday, for yol
know | wanted to have something fol
the preacher. Just then [ spied
mud duck, and pckin' up the old rifle
there she is'-as he pointed to tn,
gun with the swelled head, IAN,
blazed away. Say, young feler" an,
then Dorrance Strengthened in III,
chair and waved his arms by way -
discounting stories about kicking guns
You ought to see that gun kick. B,
thunder. it would a-blown YOU clcal
across the lake" he earnestly ciacu
lated, with emphasis on the "you.
when the Tribune man dared to smil
his unbelief.
"Well, that's when the old thin.
blew out this way" continued Mr.. Bur
dette, as he surveyed the gun AN,
passed it around for inspection an,
for an explanation of the mystery O
tho happening.
But that didn't make no difference
he said depreciatingly after the hi
bune man and the Office boy gave IA
guessing the why and wherefore of tn
; guns CapeT" we had a few cNtr
things for dinner. We had a wood
chuck grey squirrel and some ball
heads and ! got en- all myself" as h
, proudly shook his head.
. DorranCe had a little to say on sev
erdl subjects and then manfestmg
new interest in his friend on The Trl
bune, he exclaimed; SAY, how ol
are YOU anyway"
. May be The Tribune man reddeno
and shifted in his chair, and may b
{ he was tickled to death to tell no,
$ young or old he was, and may be h
|, wasn't but at any rate, he shyly an
swered that he was turning over III
0 twenties.
; What" almost shouted Dorranc
- 'Is that all you be; / thought you wer
: fully thirty; you look it all right, ever
day of it, lie ended with the air of
man who had an opinion of his owl
y and despite the protesting look of III
U newspaper man, who felt decided
!. lighter because of the load of conce
t taken from him by his frank frien
IS from Newton lake.
!, Dorrance decided It was time TO
Il going, but before he departed he agree
to sit To be "kodaked." He took "A sea