The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1902-09-04
SOLICITUDE FOR ALL.
Tho Guide illustrates the Danger Of
Running short of Liqueous
Supplies I'm Camp.

Il hopes as now you VIII cAcust
me, gents" said the guide, as he pro-
ceeded to make an inventory of the
supplies provided for the hunting
trip, "but 1 like to make sure that
everything is o. X. Tain't proper to
take no chances in these here mat
tiers, an 1 specially wants to know
that the liquor is all here. Y see, 1
l knowed a man once who'd passed
in his checks good an plenty if it
hadn't been for couple of bottles
of the old stuff"
Snake bite?" asked one of the
party.
The guide shook his head. "Acci-
dent" he said, according to the New
York Sun.
Accident" exclaimed the other, in
surprise. "Oh, 1 suppose the whisky
acted as a stimulant and kept his
strength up until you could get med
ical assistance"
moo, 'twan't Just that" answered
the guide, "but the thing gave us all
a bad scare, an amt never took no
chances of bein' without few bot
ties since then"
Tell us about It."
WELL" said the guide, as sooa as
he had convinced himself that the
whisky was there, 'it was this here
way: Me an Bin, my partner, has
big party out, an one of the fellers
is measly little fool of chap with
a .3S gun that he is forever a-sKoot-
in off. Now, .3s rifle amt the big
gest thing in the way of a shootin'
iron there Is in these parts, but it
kin bore hole an plenty big enough
to suit most folks, an this Teller
seems Jest achin' to plug somebody.
He acts like he really wants to do it,.
an we has to talk to him frequent
an strong about blazin' away pro-
miskus-like. But it don't do no good
He goes away from camp every night
to blaze at anything he sees in the
woods, an one night he catches Bill
ME and Bill is sittin' by the camp
fire when the stunt comes off, an we
has two bottles in front of US. That's
the only thing that saves Bits life. If
we'd forgot those bottles he'd "a
been a goner fer sure; he'd "a
tramped the golden stairs thout
havin' time to take his boots off,
which would "a been powerful bad
manners, an Bills a stickler fer do
in things right an proper. But the
bottles is there, an he's saved"
"But how did they save him?" de-
manded an impatient member of the
party.
"Huh2"
"How did you save him2 You
haven't told us yet"
"Oh, fer surel" exclaimed the guide,
apologetically. "Clean forgot to tell
you how twas done, didn't 1? Y see,
it happens like this: Me an Bill is
sittin' by the fire with the bottles in
| front of us, feelin' it's a shame to
turn in, leavin' any to be split by
| some careless ga!oot, when a bullet
from this here 3S comes singing along
an hits Bill in the right breast, 60
in right through his body. Well, in
course, it's dollars to dry twigs that
he'll bleed to death If that there
wound amt fixed up mighty sudden.
There amt no time fer foolin' when
bullet goes clean through a man,
an that's where we was lucky in not
| forgettin' the whisky"
"But what good did that do your
| asked the impatient one.
"Huh?"
II say, what good did that do
your"
"Oh, what good did that do? Why,
| Bill, he's q man what amt ever flab
| bergasted. He knows what to do
every time, he does, an he jest
| reaches over fer the two corks, an
| he takes one an / takes the other,
an he plugs up the hole in front an
| plugs up the hole behind, an there
he is as good as ever"
The various members of the party
looked hard at the guide, but he was
| as solemn as an owl.
mo, SIR" he said, at amt safe to
| take no chances, an if you'll excuse
me, gents, I'll jest say as how the
supply is little short"
"Shortl" they exclaimed. why
there are eight bottles here"
"Fer sure" replied the guide, calm
| ly, "but there's six in the party, an
| Bits accident has taught me that
| faint safe to start 'thout havin' two
plugs fer each man."