Tombstone epitaph., 1907-10-20
FoIma! Opening of
 The Quail Season

bS the AflZoba nlulfoh, amor "hoHl Tombstone boasts several of the most astute shots in the territory.
 Early yesterday morning all those of our towusmen who have national i regulations to maintain as dead | shots" betook themselves to the mesas in quest Of the festive "bob white" quail, partridge, or whatever name he or she may be known by. Among and foremost of the celebrities was Arlie II. Gardner, who took along ss students, as it were, Court Reporter John Walk and Charley Frcdericks. The grip to the field of carnage wac without incident when, upon srriv- ing, the trio found themselves in the midst of s myriad of birds, general iusilsde followed, all was excitement, and when the quail had been suf-
 iciently frightened away that view of the horizon might be had Messrs. Gardner and Fredericks discovered that Walker was not to be seen Some solic,tude was felt for Mir. Walker, but thinking that he had brought load of birds to town continued the sport until darkness obscured the vision when the two nimrods mixed triumph antly into town bearing the trophy of the days sport-eight quail and two jack rabbits Then consternation reigned. John Walker had not arrived.
 Telephone lines became busy, but DO ;idings of the lost man were obtain able About 10 o'clock last night,
 when hope for his safety had about died out, and when a searching party
 was being organized, MT. Walker
 treked in, foot sore and humilia,ed
 During the initial field engagement
 he had become separated from hi. comrades, and after pursuing awouud
 ed qnail the balance of the day found
 himself at dsrE lo.t on the prairie
 nine miles fIom the city, tired auc
 ismished. 20 he threw away his day.
 bagging-four quail-and came into
 town unhsmpered by big load
 1 Charle. Kreuder, the popular ca
 terer, is deemed an excellent shot, bu
 realizes that 10 be 8 successful hunte
 the birds attention must be diverted
 by pairs" so he took Ollie Simpson
 oi The Revenue" into his confidence
 Ollie became wsterbound down 1T
 Arkansaw for about 40 years, anC
 while waiting for the floods to recede
 acquired, together with numerou, other outdoor accomplishments, tn,
 art of shooting quail "on the wing. Out of total of four birds shot "or
 the wing" Messrs. Kreuder and Simp
 son bagged one, leaving assurances that the next days outiug will be prolific o, great success, it being the belief of the two nimrods that the three escaped birds-if they were hit-will be easy Of capture.
 Tre Lord helps those who help themselves, one interpretation being that when you go after erquail you must take along a reliable gun-it is inbu- mane to beat quail with a club-so Rev. Arthur Benedict ssllied forth with one of the latest model. It was no trouble at all for the pious gentle man to bag his quota of birds. He went 1t about systematically and philo sOphicslly, training the gun directly in the midst of large coveys of the white plumed quail" and between dawn and twilight succeeded in claim ing ss his own six plump specimens of tine much-rought.ior bird. Rev. Benedict bore of the lsurels of the "opening day" in manner becoming his dignity. Of the days hunt the county hospital was made the recip- tent of a liberal share: invslids, too, were permitted to relish the tooth some bird, while ne ghbor- in general took care of the remainder. Rev. Benedict is not at all bosstful over his skillful handling of the gun, and at l the solicitation of 6 PROsPEcToR re. porter, sat down this morning and | tells nimrods in verse how they, too, may successfully bag quail. Here are the inspired verses:
 THE WHITE PLUME OF THE QUAIL. October days invite you
 All toil will not avail;
 Get your gun, and we will follow
 The white plume of the quail.
 See, under the green mesquite,
 And through the gramms, pale, How quickly it goes flashing
 The white plume Of the quail. Use all your eyes and follow 1,
 Be sure to lose Dot the trail They very quickly vanish
 The plume of the white quail. , Ind now they're up; be lively Shoot sharp and do not fail! s food work! they're falling The white plume of the quail.