The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-01-02
KID in CHARGE
OF IENDERFOOT
HE AND BILLY ACT AS GUIDES
FOR A GREENHORN.

They Bag Three Deer, But Have Lots
OF Trouble With the GiIIy, Who
Finally Shows His True Meanness-
s Has the Kid Girl?
My friend, The Kid, came to see ma
the. other day on business not uncon-
nected with Christmas. I am of opin-
ion that the young one has "a girl"
tho wild horses would not drag an
avoWal of such possession from him
The Kid being a normal American
boy. And, by the way, tho The Kid
is branded by all elderly persons in
the neighborhood: of his paternal resi-
dence as devilish; tho his standing at
school is but very little above the dam
ger line; tho his mothers pastor very
plainly regards him as a child Of per-
dit1on; yet can not help loving him,
and regarding him and his like as one
of the most precious possessions of
this republic of ours.
1t was just such acorns as The Kid
from which sprung the oaks who lined
the trenches at Bunker Hill and New
Orleans-if the smile be allowable
who held the left at Chickamauga.
and Mary's Heights-to give due credit
to both sides-who stemmed the tide
u WALTZ LII lLc 11OIl1GL hest, ana at
the Bloody Angle; who, under the
providence of God, went with our own
Old First into the reeking jaws of de-
feat at Gettysburg, and snatched out
victory-and the life and perpetuity of
this republic. aforesaid. Also is he Of
Juan hill, and took a fortified position
defended by heavy guns, themselves
unsupported by artillery, and against
the Judgment of every foreign military
expert there present-which latter is
but Yankee trick after all, seems
if
In short The Kid, with all his sins
on his head, is a kid who has learned
to shoot straight while he is a kid and
will not depart from the habit when
he is man, and straight shooting is
going to be what Uncle Sam needs
most Of all from his nephews But
The Kid is a bit of diplomat, too,
and this is how he got at the .nub,'
OF the point he meant to gain.
Say! Jeer how men Billy worked
it Thanksgivin'? Didn't? I thought
days off then, n my father, m Billy's
father they let us take our guns, N
go huntin. They didn't have no luck
much while they was out, n deer's
good meat to have hangin' up out in
the woodshed in winter time. Well
| W VeAe0 6oAAI oAL NY ourselves OUT DdcK
OF Jim Affleck's place on Prairie Lake,
cause Jim. he's good, n would let US
sleep In his house, m maybe help us
git deer or two if he had time. Well
we went by the Pokegama, m Sam
Moran, the clerk, he called us in
man long, m guide him if he would
pay all expenses, n pay us too.
Course we didn't want to bother
! with q tenderfoot, but he couldn't git
no guide, for they was all out. m
Sam said he was harmless, N we could
I! saw him off on Jim when we got out
there, so we said all right. And this
gentleman he hired a team to take us
out. N we got to Jim's that day early-
IJlm he was gone to town, but the
/ door wasn't locked, m we made our
serves right to home, got supper, m
went to bed when we got sleepy. We
got up next morning long fore day
N got breakfast, m was off hunt
ing right after we eat. First we tried
| c1rcl1n', one goin' round one way, an
other another, the third in the mid
ole' an all meetin' at some landmark,
some high hill, or big tree, or some
thing. Course If any one of us jumped
a deer m didn't git him, he'd be apt
to run onto one of the others. m, he
would try his luck, n so on.
put up doe m a fawn, m hit
the zoe, n the strange man he missed
'em both, fore we'd been, out two
hours. Then when we'd dressed both.
n got 'em hung up, it took us two
more hours to find that gilly who'd
got wild when he got to hearin'
shootin' N went to shootin' himself,
N got agoin the right wrong way
all about him or he'd never got away
from us at all.
/ Well, we had lunch N tried it
again, this time on a short circle. M
we put up a spike horn, N never
touched him. But the stranger
thought he had, m we had to chase
him till he got out of wind N had
to stop. He was tryin' to run the
spike horn down, I guess, if he really
did know what he was tryin to do.
Then we hid him in easy range
of a big island full Of brush. n blow
down, that was in the big bog, m
had lots of runways leadin' into it;
while we sneaked in from two sides
to drive it. We made quite a long CIR
Gle round to git on the island, m
there warn't nothin' there when we
did git in. But we heard our man
hollerin' like somethin' had ketched
him, n we broke out fast S we could
run to see what was the matter.
An when we got there he was
only singin'. That's what he called
it anyhow, but it sounded worse than
two tom cats a-fghtin' on the back
shed. But he told us that after we
got out of sight three wolves came
out in plain sight in ten rod of him,
3 n stood there lookin'. at him. He
tried to shoot EN- n his gun wouldn t
go off cause he'd forgot to load it, m
when he went into the pocket Of his
coat where he KEEP his cartridges he
found out he'd put his little ak in
there 'thout shuttin' down the guard.
m it'd cut thru the pocket N fell
out, n evry cartridge he had after
lit. So he was ashamed to holler fer
us, n hadn't a match in his pocket
to start a fire, so he begun s.ngin'
to skeer the wolves off. An they run
too, N don't blame 'em either.
well, we took the back track m
found his ak, m then went in, fer II
was gittin' late. Jim wasn't home
yet, so we started out early the mex,
mornin' n put up a big buck not g
g mile from the house. We hit hin,
hard, m put after him, fergettin' al
about our man; IN we run that buck
clear out to Bill Clark's on Deer Lake
fore we got him. Then it was dark
so we stayed at Bills all night, think
in our man'd know enough to go bach
to Jim's, but he didn't. He rammee
round thru the woods. all day, IN hae
to stay out all night, N mos frozs
ia doath M finally hit a tote rOaf