Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-04-16


seized the match close to
the PHOSPHORUS end. He
could not tell the difference between the explosive
and the blank end of the match and kept rubbing
away the blank ends until he became angry
because the fire did not come, when he threw them
down until the floor covered with matches.
By degrees he succeeded in burning all the feathers
from his head, and ended by burning his foot SO
severely that he could not walk in three days but
he lit the fire." concluded McEntee
jeremiah blow the fire. puff puff, puff sang
Stenger ironically. "McEntee," he continued,
you take the biscuit, the cake and the bakery. A
more circunstantal, unmitigated, lie never
was told Fellows, let's declare McEntee the winner
of this competition"
mo- no. objected Hale There are several
to be heard from Tom Coykendall you have
a crow story up your sleeve, haven't your"
I've got story said Coykenda1l; but among
such a of doubters l fear my little crow yarn
will have poor chance of appreciation, although l
assure you my honor that it is absolutely
true in every particular
ut certainly cannot be more incredible than
of those already have listened to-" said
Stenger But go ahead, old man." and Coyken-
dali began
Allusion has been made tonight to the fact that
crow can recognize gun. This | think | can
prove, at least to my own satisfaction, and l can
also certify that the to which refer could tell
the difference between ten and a tweve-bore bar
rel. Don't get up, Crispell. Lie down, McEnteei
Several years ago was hunting the mountains of
West Virginia. The gun | carried peculiar in
the respect that one barrel engage and the other
twelve. had secured three brace of partridge and
being tired from the exertion of climbing the hills
hung my gun by its strap to knot on old rail
fence, laid down the grass and fell asleep
Il awakened by the loud cawing of crows
Some ten twelve of these birds had lit on the
fence and found the gun. The crows were all gun
shy and they kept up an incessant jawing. At last
an old veteran walked gravely along the top rail,
and putting his head side peered down into
of the gun barrels. Then he Jumped back
quickly for several feet if he expected to hear an
explosion. AS none occurred, he hoped back and
peered down the other barrel. An animated dis
cusson then ensued between all the crows, at the
conclusion of which the old bird flew away out of
sight, returning with a small object in his
mouth. This object he placed in the mouth of one
of the gun barrels, and hammered it securely into
place with sharp raps of his heavy bill When he
had repeated this operation with the other barrel
there was another cawing convention and the
crows flew away. The had spiked my gum"
concluded the speaker
Did he railroad spikes?' said Crispe11.
No, gentlemen" replied Coykendall impress
svely, the cunning bird had used green acorns and
they driven tightly into the barrels that it
took me ten minutes with good jack-knife to get
them out"
There moments when language is wholly in
adequate to express human thought. The hunting
party looked helplessly at each other, while the
pine-trees 1noaned in the shadows if in sorrow
Tor the mendac1ty of men, while McEntee muttered
softly: