The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1907-12-14

he used to push snipe Off their nests,
and for few minutes the relations
between us were strained We had
hardly become reconciled again when
asked him what sort of q looking
bird snipe was. He didn't seem to
hear the question, and put 1t again.
Then he looked up, with red face,
and said that some folks called them
partridges-some folks who didn't
know anything. had my suspicious,
but said nothing further. When we
got ready for bed Mr.. Bowser charged
me as follows:
Not to let him oversleep.
Not to let him forget the gun.
To see that he took some ammonia
along in case snipe bit him.
Not to let him forget to kiss me ere
he departed. He didn't look for any
accident, but fuse might possibly
blow out somewhere.
Not to let anything that the cook
might say disturb me. The cook didn't
know snipe from a Goldfish.
To remind him to telephone me
whenever he had opportunity during
the day.
To remind him the very last thing
before his departure that he was no
dray horse and that il he slaughtered
more than two dozen snipe he was not
to try to bring them home on his back.
Mr.. Bowser woke up at midnight
and got up to find that the weather
was all right for snipe: again at /
o'clock, at 9, at 3. at 4. The weather
| con ntinued all right. and he was
thrashing around in bed and killing
snipe by the cart load when woke
him at 3. He dressed, hurried down
and devoured piece of bread and
butter and was ont of the house with
| that long gun on his shoulder before
l was fairly awake. He hadn't waited
to be reminded of anything. The milk
man was at the door. and heard him
ask If there were grizzly bears around
and If they had teeth, but his inqui-
ries remained unanswered. When
finally went down to my breakfast
found the cook in tears, and when
asked the cause she replied:
81 weeps for you. ma'am. and don't
charge you anything extra for it."
But why weep for meT'
because MIR. Bowser will be knock
ing trees and fences down with the
end of that long gun and get himself
killed"
An hour had passed when the tele-
phone rang, and l went to it to be
greeted by Mr.. Bowser's voice. He
said:
81 have reached the country. Am
telephoning you from n brickyard. All
the brick men say that there are snipe
by the million about mile farther on.
1t Is n good thing that / brought 500
cartridges. / am i'm the best of spirits.
Goodby."
Snipe? Billions Of EN-!
Forty minutes later l heard from
him again. He said
Hello, girly. l am at farmhouse.
Have been inquiring all about buck
wheat and cabbages. They are big
| chop. The farmer says the snipe must
have got wind of my coming, as they
all few away just before my arrival.
He estimates the number in the flock
at 100000. / am about to push ON
after them Wish | had brought
thousand cartridges and gun thirty
two feet long feel all the exhilara-
| ton anticipated. Have arranged with
| the farmer for the use of his two horse
wagon to bring my snipe home. He is
| really an intelligent man. He doesn't
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pay that fine for two or three weeks
yet. Goodby."
Once more heard from him. 1t was
two hours later, and had begun to
worry. IL was needless, for he said:
| 81 am on, the trail of the snipe
There are billions and billions of them,
and they cannot escape me. Wish l
had brought 1000 cartridges. Wish
the gun was fifty feet long. Am tclc-
phonng from another farmhouse.
Farmer says that the bumblebee Is
preparing to retire to his lair for the
| season. One more effort and ! am
among the snipe. Never felt so ex-
hilarated In my life. BY John, but this
is seeing life. this is! Goodby."
| i nat WIS tHc luSt iTon uiIu I1OuIs
and hours later the telephone called
me again, and the voice Of a stranger
said:
"If that is Mrs. Bowser want to
say to her that there Is n short, pudgy
kinan with bald head roaming around
| out here and talking about snipe and
| exhilaration. He claims to be your
I husband. VIII you send for him be-
fore the farmers gather and run him
off and lock him up for a looney"
sent for him and brought him
home, gun and all, and as | write this
he lies asleep on the lounge. The doc
tor says he will probably live through
it, but all depends on the nursing. He
must have been bitten by at least
twenty snipe and dozen farmers.
NJ. QUAD.