Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1903-11-01
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Bebi5saH is Nimrod Who has hal
matA= picturesque and varied expert
ences in the Wilds Of the country III
fhe Wost and also the far east, where
The forests are as wild and unhrolcn
and as aWeSome as any that may be
found almost anywhere. The ravines
Of the deep. tangled wildwood are in-
deed vcritabc jungles, and in them
aak animals of ferociollS nature and
blOod-thirSty mien that would think
as little of sinking their fangs into
a mans throat as would the ruthless
hyena Ct the trackless deserts of Al
ifca II was Mr. Robinson's fortune
several years ago to be located in a
q white man seldom came. This was in
tie Very depths of the tangled forests
Of the Adirondacks. As usual, he had
with him at the time his dogs and
guns, and being showed in so that he
could not prosecute the work that he
went there to do, he one day shoulder
ed his rife and started out to bring
down deer, if possible. Close at
hand was the Moose river, but Mr..
Robinson decided that he would take
circle around inland before coming
out at the river, and in SO doing come
unaWares upon drinking place for the
deer This he did but the snow which
! was falling, light, inSidiOus powder,
the earth as does slow death to d
man exhausted in it's depths, had OBJ
liberated the trail, and he did not find
the drinking place The river was
frozen over to the depths of about four
teen inches and Mr. Robinson decided
to walk down on the ice to place
where he knew there was a boat land
ing from which he could strike the
trail for his cabin Well, he walked
and walked, and no boat landing. All
the ravines leading from the river
looked alike, and on account of the
! tinguishing mark to the land. Know
ing that to stop in the snowy weather,
with the temperature 20 degrees below
zero WAS death in that country, he kept
on walking and he drilled down, or
UP. that Moose river all night. When
the spiendor of the Orient. the fiery
sun, cleft the black robes of night Mr..
Robinson knew that then he would
have to do something to determine
where he was or perish in the wilder
ness. He knew that his camp lay in
the direction that the river flowed,
and taking out his hunting knife h1
cut a hole in the ice, after great labor
to find which way the water was flow
was going in the wrong direction. AS
there was a camp twenty miles in
that direction he kept on and finally
arrived there, utterly exhausted, and
ready for dinner. He rested there
two days, and tnen one of the men in
the camp directed him to a trail that
led him back to his own camp. 1t is
hardly necessary to say that he looked
no further for deer, but went home
like the crow. However, he shot a
wild turkey, and he says that if You
happen to be stopping at his hotel on
some of the same bird for the annual
feast.
There are too many handsome bach
elors in Pine Bluff It's close to the
time they should emerge from their
trance and embark on the matrimonial
sea with some of the beautiful, ami
able and lovable young women who
are as thick here as long-nosed, Ian
tern-jawed old pelicans like Carrie Ma
ton are in Kansas. The fair daugh-
ters OF Eve, | shouldn't wonder, are
like Barkis, willing enough, but if the
young men daily with the subject too
, long it may be everlastingly too late.
| To my mind they are too Sanguine in