The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-12-09

1ore, and Gee Whiz! 1t hurts too much
for joke. Next day was out Of sight
when the old man and winchester went
out. and as soon as they were clear off,
swiped a lunch outer Winchester's cup
board and lit out by my lonesome.
didn't go far before I seen a. big buck
come runnin' through the woods, and
near enough to shoot him too If only he
wasn't going too fast to hit. So blatted
at him, like calf, just's Old Reliable
stopped dead still. And then l got the
buck fever worse'n jeesewax. l shook
all over like I'd shake to pieces, and !
couldn't get the gun sight on the blamed
buck to save my life. - - -, : - &&
II got so des'prate I pulled trigger any,
how, and the buckshot went all kinds Of
old ways, but none of them hit the buck,
for he stood dead still, wrinklin' UP his
nose. and a tryin to find out where all
the noise come from. just then I stepped
back little, and tread on a crooked
stick, and it tripped me SOS fell down.
and jammed the gun barrel half full of
snow and leaves and dirt. I jumped up
and that fool deer was still standin' there
like he wanted me to do it over again
for him to laugh at.
Kid is DIsarmed.
THAT made me so mad it drove the
buck fever all away, and / up and let
drive at him fore 1 thought about the
gun barrels bein' all plugged up. Then it
was too late to think about it for the old
gas pipe went to smash altogether, and
l was knocked a flynn bout forty feet.
But 1t didn't hurt me none, and / do be.
lieve the old man was too glad to have
me d1sarmed. to care about the old gun
bein' busted. Next two days the old man
got deer each day and Winchester got
three so the both of EN- felt good and
Winchester lent me old Henry rifle,
older'n the hills in France. and told me
l was sure to. kill something. or some
body with it. If onlyI could hit em.
We'll, went out with it. and hunted
all round but didn't see nothing at all
till nearly noon. Then I was near where
there was a big. wide bog. between two
hilly places. and L was hid in the brush
| at the foot of one Of the hills, and by
the narroWest end of the bog. when here
comes two deer, right ready to run owe.
me If l didn't git out Of the way.
bazed away at them: and, they, went one
side right past me. and out on the bog.
And then come the doggonest shootin
| from both of the sidehills, ever I heard
and all the time I was right after then
| two deer a shootin' myself as fast as
could pull trigger. Long bout the middle
Of the bog one of the deer fell, and
broke for him. and was a sawin' at hi:
| neck with my jack knife, tryin' to cut hi:
throat, but couldn't cause it was too
! dull, when here comes three fellows, ant
gets to quarrelin' whose deer it was. One
says he shot him and broke his back
| mother says he shot him. and smashed hi:
lungs; mother says he shot him through
the head but none of 'em pays any at
tention to me. but all want to take m!
deer. And they were all ready to figh
over him. when 1 butted in.
! Look here I said. this is my deer
and none Of yours. I shot him first;
KEEP a shootin' him all the time; and Tn
right ready now to keep on shootin'. i
I have to. but he's mine. and I'm agoin
| to keep him.. Well. I thought at frs
, they would call my bluff but they finall.
laughed all over. and dressed the dee
for me. and dragged him out to hare
ground. ~ -
'Then when I told 'em my name. on
of EN- says: You're chip Of the oil.
block. all right. kid, and just as knotty
proposition as ever the old one was.' an.
so they went off and left me. The dee
was a buck with the biggest horns 70,
| ever seen; all broken off where he'd beef
| fightn'. and his face all cut up besides
He weighed 267 pounds when we got hin
home. and If you'll come round to tn
house you IN see the horns Say, tn
old mans goin to have them mounte,
for me, and he amt said one word 'bou
settlin' with me for shootin' the SWede
i since we got home"
&C. C. Kelly.