The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1903-01-31
Some Story Tellers.

1.-The Lord save me from an English
man who has done things or says he has, =
said western man at the Waldorf Asto-
ria recently, relates the New York Tri-
bune. "Such a one will spoil any party
and throw gloom on any gathering he hap
pens to be in. An Englishman of this
type was once visitor in my town, and
at the club he became an unmitigated
nuisance. No matter what story was told,
the Britisher invariably went the narrator
one better. For example, the man told
of big faro game he had seen at Chey-
enne in those never-to- be forgotten days
when cattle sold at SIS head and every
one in the cattle country simply reeked
with wealth. 1t was good story, but as
soon as it was finished the Englishman
rang in one Of an experience he had had
at Monte Carlo that made the Cheyenne
tale seem like bottle of fat champagne.
"Then an ex-army officer told of COM
pany of infantry at Gettysburg that had
been sent up to capture certain hill.
They didn't secure it, but IS per cent. of
the company lay dead or wounded on that
bloody hillside before the boys in blue
could be driven back.
1.-The Englishman capped that with an
experience of his in India Out Of COM
pany of 76 Sikhs that he commanded only
two aped-himself and another, the
other shot SO full of holes that he looked
like nutmeg CRATER.
"When the refreshments made neces-
sary by this last anecdote had been i'm
bibed another man so forgot himself as to
relate an experience he had had while
hunting bears. The Englishman chimed
in at once with legend of a bear hunt of
his own. He had only six shots in his
magazine rifle and was attacked by four
adult and two cub bears After an ex-
hibition of fancy shooting that must have
made the performances of "Wild Bill or
"Billy the Kid look amateurish, the last
bear fell, shot through the heart, only six
feet from where the doughty Englishman
stood.
1.-The silence that followed the relation
of this Munchausen positively hurt, but
when it was at last broken the fate that
Englishman had so long been tempting
was upon him.
& THAT experience, said the soft voice
of six foot mining man, who had been
silent, reminds me of similar one | my
self once had [ was after antelope and
had chased pair of them all the after
noon. They finally came to canyon and
made for it. Just as they got to its en-
trance | shot twice at them, missing both
times l didn't fire again, for the reason
that those two shots were all that l had
in my magazine rifle. Nothing daunted,
| spurred my weary mount forward and
soon found myself within the shadows Of
the canyon, which rose precipitously.
With the idea of resting my horse | dis
mounted and that wretched broncho took
prompt advantage of my kindness by jerk
ing the reins from my hand and making
bolt of it. Looking around for the cause
saw grizzly at least nine feet high rush
ing toward me with open mouth. | can
tell you | legged it up that canyon and a
busy brain accompanied me. | couldn' t
shoot the grizzly, for my last shot had
been fired at the antelope. Just then a
rock came into view, and, utterly spent, |
cast myself upon it.
Here the miner came to full stop, and
the deeply interested Englishman leaned
breathlessly forward what, he queried,
what did the bear do, my dear fellow ?
why returned the other, without bat
ting an eyelash, he ate me up, Of
course.