The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-11-29

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<''Well. had more trouble with them
first two gillies than any hen ever did
what Matched ducks, n then led 'em in
sight O water l run deer right over them
n they shot the air plum full O. holes N
banged away general like a battle, but
never a hair did they touch, n tell you
l was jest about heart-broke. I tried
EN- all kinds O ways, n in all kinds o.
places, but 1t warn't no good. They jest
couldn't hit nothin'. But the kid he CID
manage to do something fer himself, an
I had some little hope O. him from the
first He got quite a lot O. cartridges,
n rabbits, an that helped some. s.,,zr5
.- The Last Chance.
mostly. too. he wandered off By him
self, which was ablessin' to me, fer look
in after the other two was enough to
make one mans hair gray. Last day we
was out foun' two big runways strikin'
the lake bout forty rod apart, N 1 put
with the preacher, n back into the woods
I went. I was sure that I could put at
least one deer out, n if they couldn't hit
him land. they might in the water, n
if they couldn't there, they ought to be
able to run him down with the boat n
brain him with their gun stocks.
Il was so desprate wanted EN- to kill
one jes any old way, SO longs they did
kill him, you see. Well, 1 got we'll down
toard the lake. akickin up whole lot
O. racket through the bresh, n hollerln.
n so 1 broke into run, n got there
soon's I could. An there was them two
chumps both in the boat, the preacher
a rowin' n the other fellow a-shootin'
at deer that was a-swimmin' for dear
life straight out in the lake. The bullets
a-rippin'. up the water behind an
ahead O. the deer, but never gittin' thin
a rod o. techin' him. n 1 see 't,onst he'd
git away frum 'em too easy, way they
was a-workin' it.
Words Fall the Colonel. 80
$50 I yelled at 'em to head him back,
fer shore, an after most breakin' my
wind got em to understan' me, n they
done it. D'you think they got him even,
then? Well, they didn't. They driv' HIM
plum ashore, ashottin' at him all the way,
n that deer act'ally got out'n the water,
elm the bank, an skooted into the woods
'thout hair on him teched. l could 4
killed him, course could. But was so
plum disguised set right down n let him
go. n 1 didn't cuss id bit, neither.
There's some things there amt no man
gifted high enough to cuss proper.
well, we went back to camp, n there
warn't no prayer that night, n no sleep
fer me neither, fer when we got in the
kid was missin', n he didn't git back by
dark, so off 1 piked to look fer him. I
knowed that country like a book, n
KNOWN the gineral direction the blame
kid was used to goin', I knowed pretty
we'll which way to go to look fer him.
Well I hunted all night Almost, ashootin'
every now n then, tell at last I got
answer, an about o'clock in the mornin'
I found him in a big cedar swamp, mos
froze. He hadn't a spark Of Are. bein'
fool enough to go out 'thout no matches,
n he was proper skeered that wolves
would come an eat him.
But after all. he didn't much care
a id what had happened, er would hap
pen, fer he had tibet big buck he's so
mighty proud Of right now. He shot him
near the camp. follered him till mos dark.
n then jumped him. n downed him good 3
any man could. I made a big fire, let him
Sleep bit till light. an then we packed
the deer in. Say. the kids all right, II
him bein along S all saved me from the
loonatic house, you bet your neck.
&C. G. Kelly.