The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1907-01-05
How w. III. Taylor Killed n Deer

Tor, the politician" has been spend
ing few days in the city.
Taylor has a ranch up in Long
Valley. This valley was not named
from the length of its citizens as
might be supposed by looking at Tay-
lor, but was named before he went
there. But in connection with this
ranch there is an interesting story in
which Taylor figured.
Fish, the kind that make your
mouth water and that give that long
ing sensation to fishermen in the hot
days of summer, are not the only
sports that are furnished by Taylor
to visitors at his place.
There are deer In the valley, and
bear. elk and other wild game.
There is only one thing on earth
that Taylor likes and that is to play
at the game of politics. But next to
that he likes to kill deer
His wife and children come next in
his affections, but they are always
first In his thoughts and are never
permitted to want for all the advan-
tages to be obtained. That Is why
they are now at Payette. enjoying
the opportunities of church and So
ciety and schools.
But that isn't the story.
The story is how Taylor killed a
deer one morning last fall.
To xuoo ann 80 thnoa x,,nrp in a M oh
every Hoosier recognizes by the de-
scription of when the frost is on
the pumpkin and the folders in the
shock" The frost was considerable
up there. too. that morning, though
there wasn't any fodder.
Taylor didn't have anything to do
and concluded he would stay in bed
and take 1t easy. All the coaxing of
his wife was of no avail in getting
him out of bed, so for the first time
In her life, she got up and built-tAe
fire. (Lord. that's a whoppsr,C but it's
a part of the story,}
Soon she called to Taylor and told
him there was a deer out near the
corrals. That brought him out of
bed Just say deer" to Taylor after
sse's dead and he'll at least groan.
Say politics" and he'll come to life.
As he ran, he grabbed gun. There
stood the deer right in sight but a
hundred yards or more away. He
took a shot. The deer looked up
with a kind of surprised, panied,
well-I-am-astonishe look In its eyes
and walked away.
Taylor swears the deer winked at
him much as q man holding his
thumb against his nose and wiggling
his fingers.
That made Taylor mad and he
pulled the gun to throw out the she'll,
when he found that he had grabbed
up his little boys 22-ride and there
was not another shell in it. He call
ed frantically to his wife to get him
another shell. She begged him to
come in the house a moment as she
wanted to say something to him, but
he refused. He got the shell and
started for the mountains to head
that deer off.
He was minus shoes and stock
ings; ditto coat and hat; and his
trousers were still lying across the
back of a chair. 1t was this little
fact his wife wanted to tell him about
but which he refused to hear.
The thin muslin garment Taylor
wore, had been made out of shrink
able goods and there wasn't even
much of that, and what little there
was stood straight out behind as
Taylor famed the morning noun
tain breezes.
He tried to be as light as possible
on those bare feet of his, but he had
to hit the ground occasionally. and
with every contact with the earth a
section of skin and flesh was left be-
hind. Just few feet from the door
was an extraordinary high pole
fence. 1t stood much higher than
Taylor's head, tall as he is. Part OF
his clothing, scant as 1t was. was
left hanging to the top pole of this
fence as Taylor went over.
He tried to keep an eye on the
deer. The result was his toe struck
log and Taylor's length was mark
ed full on the other side with just a
soft muslin article to soften the fall.
He decided to wait to rub his shins
after he headed that deer of.
There came another high fence.
He concluded to climb this one. pole
by pole. The last his wife saw OF
him was the glistening of his long.
lean shanks in the rays of the sun
which was peeping over the noun
tain top. as he paused at the top of
that fence. Then he jumped. He
handed square into big huckleberry
bush. What he said might have been
the Latin for huckleberry. At any
cate n can't no snalled In English