The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-12-13
THIS IS IS The LIMIT I.
Mr.. Wheaton's --latest Story Exceeds
His Most Marvellous Achieve
.. ments Of the Past.
Shoots a Deer and Bullet Passes
Through Eye Into Brain With
out Destroying Optic.

Young Johnson had just returned from
a successful deer hunt, and sat in the
Pokegama, Dan Gums well-known
Grand Rapids hotel, looking like cross
between a. tramp and an imitation lum-
berjack, but as happy as a clam at high
tide. And as thus was the cause of john
sons happiness as he related it.
For once, if it never comes my way
again, the Red Gods smile has EMBODIED
me as. a mother her first-born.' At
times Johnson is inclined to become SEN
timental, say about fourth-drinke time.
and then he grows a trif1e monotonous,
but no matter-let him proceed. ..
II went out to Jud Romans place on the
head of Pokegama lake, and what fun
didn't have was not in the country, and
I'm on record right here as saying that
this country is rocking full of fun. I had
the time of my life, ate four square meals
of venison, real venison, mind you, prop
erly cooked, every day, as well as two cold
lunches of the same between meals, and
was hungry as a coyote all the time. And
Jud can cook VenisOn, too as it is given
to few men to do. So can Dick Knox, his
right hand man. And the more you eat
the better pleased you are. They were
pleased right up to the hilt with me, and
said so in SO many words.
And Mr.. Powers was there, and of
course Roy Wheaton, which latter is a
wonder, a revelation, and a whole show all
In himself. I got three deer, and had to
work like sin to get them, you may de-
pend on that, but they were worth the
price and would have been worth ten
times as much besides.
+ But great as was the sport, exciting
as was the chase, the strain of the long
wait, and the wild, fierce exhilaration of
the " lew moment and the rapid shooting
that followed, to say nothing of the mad
joy of chasing down, and killing a wound
cd 11o1 vt, S,
so pleasant as the evening round the
stove in Jud's hospitable house, when the
pipes were, going we'll, and so was Roy
LAS general thing nobody else was 60
ing when he was, nor did any one else
seek to, for he furnished so good an enter
tainment when once started that all of us
were willing to give him a shove at any
time If that was required to start him.
which, to do him justice, it very seldom,
was.
Mr.. Wheaton Grows Reminiscent.
ut happeped one afternoon that Roy
shota buck in the back, Jud drove IS &C
bullet through his front shoulders and
Mr.. Powers put a .35 soft-nose through his
head, all at about the same moment, and
the discussion thereover in the evening sci
Roy off in a reminiscent strain, about as
follows.
1T was back in Wisconsin, where Roy
been to church-many astounding state
ments occur in high-class histories, so lie,
that pass---and was on his way home
when fierce storm of rain, thunder anC
lightning broke loose. Just why Roy hac
! his gun along we didn't discover, but he
did have it, ana when a vivid flash OF
lightning discovered to his eyes deer.
flag streaking, it up the road at q forty
mile-a n-hour clip, he just pulled up ant
let go, because he simply had to. At an,
rate, that is what he said. e..
HE did not dream that he had hit thu
deer, of course, and was much surprise,
when he fell over something about forty
| rods further up the road to discover tina
the something was Il fine spikehorn buck
as dead as a door. nail Being always cas-
loose and provided Roy soon had him
dressed, swung him over his shoulder, ant
painfully lugged him home. :. g..
There, under the lamplight, neither