Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1903-06-04
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Official Paper Of Union CC.
JACK MASON'S WAGER
He WON 1T IN GREAT STYLE WITH
OUT "TuRNlNG A HAIR"

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Unique Hunting Escapnde of Fa-
NOUS Old Time Virginia sportsmap.
Bird shooting That Opened Grim
OldsScotchmaa's Eyes.
From all accounts Jack Mason in his
youth was the widest rattling young
blade in the country One of his sport
ing escapades is household tradition
down in old Quantico to this day, says
Alexander Hunter in Outing.
There was large plantation in the
section owned and worked by Scotch
man, an elderly man, who employed no
overseer, but filed the place himself.
He was the typical stern. bigoted
Scotch Covenanter as drawn by the
| immortal pen of the Wizard Of the
North. He was fanatic in all things
and was utterly out of place among
the pleasure loving Virginia gentry. 1t
was the irrepressible antipathy Of the
| Cavalier and Puritan the rising of the
bristles of the boar at the approach of
| the staghounds. He herded by himself,
| and they left him severely alone. The
canny Scot was himself no sportsman,
nor would he allow any of the neigh
bors to fire gun on his place.
| Now 1t happened there was a large
ball near by, with Jack Mason in at
/ tendance, of course, and during the
night the young planters discussed the
/ q cby do.
plored the failure of all their efforts to
| be allowed to hunt ON the Scotchman's
preserves. Jack Mason offered to bet
| his fayorite horse against any of equal
value that he would shoot over that
i preserve on the morrow and with the
/ full and free consent of the owner. He
was asked If he knew him personally
i or had unknown means of winning his
favor.
He answered in the negative and
added he had never even met the Scot
In his life. The wager was closed there
and then.
The next morning as the old Cove
nanter was walking up and down the
porch enjoying his after breakfast pipe
strange apparition advanced up the
gravel walk and took off his three cor
nered hat and made him sweeping
bow. The Scot winked his eyes and
looked again. He saw slender, effem-
mate looking fellow some twenty-five
years old who seemed literally to have
stepped from the ballroom. His ruffied
shirt front was adorned with dia.
mond. mother OF pearl buttons cleaned
on his sky blue coat, and his satin small
clothes glistened in the sunshine. A
pair of silk stockings were gartered by
love knot bow of blue ribbon, and his
dancing pumps were decorated by
ieweled buckle. He carried gun ir
one hand, and two pointer dogs trooped
at his heels.
"WelI, what do you want?. asked the
planter.
In a mincing voice the intruder asket
| his gracious permission to shoot few
birds, saying lie had been dancing al
night at Warwick hall and needed
little morning exercise.
The Scot gazed at him with the sam
feeling perhaps that his stalwart noun
tain bred ancestor had at the perfumes
dainty fops OF Charles lis court. III
was about to utter a curt and pOsitiv
refusal when bis grim Scotch humo
got the better Of him. He came nea
hilarious laughter as be saw that del
cately clothed creature standing .
clean, jaunty and nice and then pi'
tured him returning from the hunt, hl
costly attire in rags, his tender limit
scratched, bis morning glory all gon'
SO he smiled In his beard and aske
him If he intended to hunt Just as b
was dressed. lie was answered In II
affirmative. So he gave his assent ths
his unknown guest for that one da
might shoot all he pleased, and then
started or for the low grounds to q
tend to the cornsIucking.
4 short time after his negro manage
came running up 10 him and said:
"Marster, there won't be bird Ie
on dis here place. De mans debb
and the dogs is the debbil, and ssse gr
is d t1ebbii. /"
Dropping his work, the owner nu
rsed to the scene, and be opened b
Ieyes very wide indeed al what he sa'
III the front ol the house was stubh