The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-01-30

place on the north shore of Long Island
by the -Nane Of Old Point. There's a sort
of bluH runs along the shore there for
a mile or two, and L was hunting with a
small boy that had dog and knew the
country.
WED just put up fair-sized bunch
and got two or three out of the lot ana
followed up the rest. They all lit in the
grass along the top of the bluff, all but
one or two, that flew over the edge and
down toward the water. ] told the boy
to run down below and see if he could
stir any Of 'em up that had gone down
there. The dog pointed bird just In
front of me as soon as the boy had dis
appeared. So | walked slowly up on him,
and in a minute, sure enough, up he rose.
''Well, the recollection of it sends a
chill down my spinal column to this very
day. 1t was getting dark fast, and when
the bird first rose l couldn't see him very
well, so l waited until he circled out
against the sky line. He circled all
right, and l followed him with the gun,
and just as he was dropping Below the
edge of the bluff l let him have it. My
stars! it wasn't a half a second before
that fool boys smiling face rose up over
the very spot where those number tens
had passed in pursuit Of that bird. Did
We get him?' says he.
Il give you my word I couldn't see any
thing for much as two minutes, and l
never think of it even now, and it hap
pened ten years ago, that | don't get
cold feet
Il s'pose you told the boy?" queried his
hearer.
q s'pose nothing of the kind retorted
the other. But l got the bird
Did any of you boys ever get arrested
for shooting out of season. inquired
third man who had just come in. mo?
Well, / have. / don't believe you'll take
much stock in the yarn, but I'm going to
tell it to you just as it happened.
1T was five years ago this fall. I had
been working night and day for three
months, and I was pretty near tagged
out. hadn't had a day with the birds
that season, and on the morning of Dec.
IA | arranged to take the midnight train
that night for Rhode Island, where I had
little shack down in the Old South
county. Dec Is was the last day of the
open season on quail, but l couldn't bear
to have the entire season go by without
oneday at the feathers.
''Well. I took the night train and got
two hours sleep, I suppose, before | got
out at Westerly about a. m. Old Bill
Higgins drove over to meet me, and by
half-past he dropped me at the shack
and went on home, saying he would get
back in an hour or so and would put IN
the day with me. TOlI6Q INTO my DUNK
to get little nap, for I was never so
weary in my life, and when I woke it
was just getting. fairly light, I thought
but Bill hadn't arrived, SO l rolled over
for another snooze. Next thing l knew
the newly rise nsun was trying to get in
at the little window over the bunk.
''Still Bill didn't come, so I got my own
breakfast of bacon and eggs and coffee
and strolled out to have a pop at the
birds while I was waiting for Bill and his
dog. Well, sir. I got into big bunch
right away, just by bull luck, and I man
aged to get three of EN-, nice fat ones,
too, when down the road comes a fat
greasy looking beggar I never saw before
He climbs over the fence, and says he:
Guess you better come along with me
hadn't you?'
q Guess again. says I.
" Guess not says he. I'm the game
warden
"'What do 1 care who you are?' says
/. The seasons not over yet
oh, yes, it's he says.
I" This is the 18TH l says.
s.s.Guess one more says he. it's the
18TH. And hanged if it wasn't. I'd slept
right through the 18th. / found out after
ward that Bills boy was taken seriously
liz SO that Bill had to go for doctor
and therefore hadn't come back to the
shack, as he had planned. Consequently
| my slumbers were not disturbed. But the