New-York tribune., 1902-12-21

reloaded. Cupid had thrown away his shotgun
sdeket II Fhe fhe r armed eHS red fun clip
the deer though they were out OF sight do%h & eHo ne
kill at three miles and he was hoping against no. nope d
III, Inc guide ana dhe t, 0sner ao nd the cubs
Where are the deer?" asked Messick. Where
ne missed them. them. hSwlea Cupid sSsr
Wen have lots of patchin' after tonight was wa,
lowed ' the trail trail DOWN the mountain He hoped that
the one Of the party stationed near the river might
was yenison for supper that night strange to say
hs cubs tnrs had de little & 500 ae maeR
That night before the big stone repaced or the
The ancient and honorable curtailing custom was
duly celebrated. Messick put more color into his
to have no bottom. Then came hunting stories. in
which the tellers killed everything from coons TO
WIN Cornwell. the prosecuting attorney OF
An Irishman who served as man of all work for
taken on deer hunt He had never fired gun in
m e t% SI too b a6he hen gTns S no
Unlikely ti} runway they provided him with muz-
that could put a thumb into it. They loaded
this rife With quantities Of powder and put in nat at
blown the who shot it through the mountain
that Is any one but Irishman.
After the party had been on watch for an hour
they heard tremendous explosion down the noun
@ for ge to follow Whch would let them
what ssd up 5e o there was d dead f
telling the he story then ;I1 be began to get % anxious
thought of it filled with remorse. If he was
dead his blood was on my head ran toward his
was awful
At this point the Senator always stopped until
some one asked, And did you find his mangled
Then he smiled and said Would you believe it.
that Irishman sitting log smoking his
pipe and speechless with anger. few yards away
Low 4u-Cf fra ~ do 6aad
And about what was the Irishman angry they
If you had put just A half al load in that there gun
There were tales of wonderful shots; of the man
who killed deer holding two pups between his
them Rd & aSoer
from s flask a when the ne egr ed h9ye in sight
But did you eyer hear 4 how an & old ; white th buck
asked George Johnson. of the prosperous farm
ers of the valley, who was a guest of the cu6
army and one of the sixty Romney men who rode
over to Cumberland. Nd. and captured Generals
The story of Messick up tree was in great de
mand and as the old warrior began it the guides
head dropped Put up your head. Frank. put up
buck" said Frank Turley, who has charge OF the
I'VE went over the mountain TO skin a deer that
I'd killed the day before" began Johnson. and
We let EN- go and went on with the buck in hand.
After a while. from the barking of the dogs, we
decided that they'd cornered the deer about half
mile away. Frank said he'd follow the dogs and
drive the deer down to We had started for the
runway where the deer likely to come out
when heard a most awful yelling up the noun
tain.
That's one in Distress said L to an old
man who with
'It's some blank fool just a-yeIlng,' said he
- No, sir; that's some one in trouble. And we
started in the direction of the noise. When We got
there we found Frank hanging 90 one OF the lower
limbs of a big tree, with big buck paving up the
ground for twenty yards all around
For the Lords sake, shoot that buck! yeiIed
Frank. I can't hang much lonRer,'
1T funny that just couldn't shoot for a
time You see. he was hanging down from this
limb. and every in while the buck, a Dig
white one. would take running jump at him.
His legs hanging down, and the buck could
fust hit his feet with his prOsgs. II made him
mighty like a pendulum, swinging back and forth