The Washington times., 1906-01-28


just the same. We've got 70 stand
for il. Now, there Is the item of the
$3.50 shotgun. That was top notch
Nimroding and no mistake. Case
lene Harry pulled of a hunting party
last Thanksgiving Day in a boat
down the beach"
rs GasoIene Harry a member OF
the Oil trust?"
Not yet. He's a Chicago man
what's going to put in line Of au-
tomobiles, but he has only got the
gasolene so far That's why we
call him Gasolene Harry. Well. on
Thanksgiving Day a couple Of Har-
rvs pals came down from Chicago
10 kill ducks. They set out in a
catboat with one roast turkey, some
bottles and a colored man 10 serve
the victuals proper. II WIS a swell
layout-velvet hunting coats and
caps, wading boots and guns that
cost fortunes in cash money. After
sailing down the coast a piece, Cas-
olene Harry, Mr.. Bobb, our lawyer,
one of the Chicago duck-killers and
the colored Teller got out to slay
game on land. Mr.. Mills. the latest
Chicago shooter, and his $3.50 gun
stuck TO the boat 10 pop whatever
rose up out of the sea and attacked
him.
THE land party stopped along half
a dozen miles. The catboat got
stuck in the mud and hung a couple
OF hours and there wasn't a thing
for the $3.50 gun 10 bang at Mr.
Mills shivered some in his velvet
coat and waited for the tide TO rise.
On shore the big hunting party got
tired, built a fire and set in a row
on a log waiting for the boat and
the turkey.
"At last the boat got afoat and
sailed down to the party. The fat
Mr.. Mills sighted a duck ahead. He
crawled out on the bow and lay on
his stomach 4 peering at the duck
from under the boom.
Say, Mister said the boatman,
you Just crawl to the other side Of
the boom and I'll luff her over so
you all can get a clear shot
so the fat hunter laid his $3.50
hammerless gun on deck and started
to crawl under the boom. While he
was doing it he stirred the gun with
his toe or something. Anyhow, she
went of. kicked herself the full
length of the boat, hit the boatman
on the leg and hoped over the stern
into three feet Of cold water. The
load went the other way. A hand
full of duck shot just missed the fat
feller's ear and cut the halyards close
10 the mast. Down came the sail
and trailed over the side, all of which
free show paralyzed the hunting
party setting on the log thirty
yards away. AS soon as he thought
mud TO mark the spot and then toss
ed out a anchor. The Tat hunter was
shore sick about the $3.50 gun. He
offered the boatman $40 to get cut
and wade some, so the boatman
took on his pants and prOwled
around in the mud with his toes.
1t didn't take him long-only about
sfV.sr n n in
the cold water. Re never touched
the gun. Then the main party wad
ed out, fixed up the halyards and
sailed away to a more cheerful spot
TO eat the turkey. When The hunt
ers came nome that night all the
game they brung was half OF the
sans turkey"
What became Of the $50 high
kicking gum asked.
That's what I'm coming to now, !"
said Mr.. Fligg. Next day the fat
hunter put up reward o. $50 and
four fishermen went 10 the marked
spot with a shrimp seine half a mile
long. Their idea was to surround
the gun with the seine and have the
lead line cut the weapon out of the
mud. Ii was a fine Idea, but the
swell gun was a swell kicker, 100.
The fishermen got her surrounded
all right and was hauling n when
a oyster shell touched the trigger
and the other barrel went off That
farewell shot tore a big gap in the
seine, the $3.50 hammerless gun
jumped through the hole and escaped
again, and buried so deep in the mud
the seine couldn't pick 1t up no more.
The gun is there yet if rust hasn't
ct her up"
Note.-Cert9in makers Of ammuni-
ton immersed a loaded she'll in wa
ter foTty-eight hours, placed the shell
IN gun and exploded the charge in
the presence of witnesses. This state
ment is made on behalf of Mr.. Fiigg,
who likes the glamour OF truth
spread over his narratives.