The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1907-03-10
Mr.. BOWSER GOES HUNTING,
Continued from page 81

AFTER moments thonw&t hs SHeS
that these stool for keep your eye
peeled" and he redouhled HIS Wig
lance. II was rewarded as he turned
the next thlcket. Something beloved
and bounded away from him, He drew
up his gun and fired. and after the
smoke blew away he saw a calf stand
lng and facing HIN fifty feet away, In
his arior to get that wagon load OF
rabbits Mr, BowSer had not stopped Ia
be critical about tracks. With heart
full Of thankfuncss that Mrs Bowser
was nst 1sa-~ ,rd would never know
about II. he > 'ed on, Five minutes
later he found other tracks,
He couldn't hc fooled again.
Here was real game afoot
! Every print OF the foot had the letter
"R" branded In II. and "R" stands for
rabbit. even In the new way Of spell.
Ing.
Mr., Bowser took M the trail with
fresh ar,ior. He followed il through
thlckets and over logs and across
frozen ponds, and directly he found
that II led across n meadow straight for
. farmers barn, He had only to recall
his boyhood days to realize that rabbits
and barns are iuseparahly connected
The barn was the lair OF the beast. aud
he should he dragged forth and slaugh.
tered without mercy.
Clinging to the trail Ike savage
wolf TO the footprints Of wounded
buffalo, Mr.. BowSar Reentnally reached
the barn. In the opo" 'oor n the win
ter's sunshine y en- tat licking her
paws. Had Mr. BoEscr been given
five minutes In which TO think It over.
I he would have connected the eat and
the tracks and The barn together, but
while he was l31tlng from one to the
other and scratching his head farm
er and his two grown sons appeared In
the door back Ut the cat The farmers
dog also appeared, coming from the
house, and, feeling that he had been re-
miss In his vigilance, he made up for It
now by nipping Mr. Bowser In the leg
BY thunder" exclaimed the Nimrod
as he drew UP his gun TO shoot.
Hold on. there" cried the three men
in chorus as they rushed out
"You are a nice sort of man to keep
such cur aroundr stormcd Mr.. Bow.
ser, with all his joyiality vanished
What in the devil do you suppose
keep dog for except to bite tramps?"
retorted the farmer
Il am no tramp. as you very well
know. Sir. there is law against keep
ing savage dogs. ana | want damages
or | will appeal 10 r Who is to say
that this bite won't !, 'e me hydropho-
biaY'
Ordered OF the Farm.
"And who is to care whether II does
or not? What right have you got tres.
passing on my land? What are you
doing here, dressed up like some dime
museum freak! By John, If you are
not over the fence In two minutes me
and the boys will throw you Overt.
There could be but one ending TO the
situation.
AIR. Bowser had tracked calf.
He bad tracked Il cat.
He had been bitten 5y dog without |
excuse.
His face got red and his gorge rose. |
His eyes snapped, aad his ears worked. |
He would have taken it out on Mrs. |
Bowser II he could. but she was far
away, and the farmers were near by. |
He drew ioIs breath and told the
three Of them ana the dog to 60 to
that place whore you don't have to buy
coal In the wlatc" and next minute the
conflict was on. Mr.. Bowser was rolled
In the snow. He was punched In the
eye and on the nose The farmers tore
and rent his hunting suit. They al
most husked him, as they would have
an ear Of corn. True, he fought back
and left scars behind him, but he had
to go. He had 70 90 on the run. Even
after the men got tuckered out the dog
kept him going ryr q spell. lie reach
ed home three hours earlier than was
expected, and there was stern dig
nifty about him rs lie stood before Mrs.
Bowser.
"Well, see that you got wagon
load Of something else" she observed.
"And how! And why? Who put up
the little job? Who planned to spoil
my day! Woman, look me in the eye
and answer my questionsr' .
Il told you you would lay 1t to me If (
anything happened"
would be assassinistw he hissed, and
after gazing at her for minute with
folded arms he walked, one-two-
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