The Florida agriculturist., 1907-11-27

if they insisted (to save hard feelings)
he would give them a drink of asa
foetida, at which they would growl
out an Indian curse and depart.
About a week before Thanksgiving
Doctor Cary was called to Madison,
Wisconsin, and as he would be absent
about ten days, he would not be home
for Thanksgiving. The last thing he
said to his son was, "Henry, you must
take good care of your mother and
sisters, and don't go too far from
the village while hunting, as the In
dians are troublesome and are rife
for any mischief"
Henry gave the desired promise, but
said: "Father, I must go quite a little
ways on one day, as I must get a
wild turkey for THANKSGIVING
Every WE'LL" replied the doctor, "but
be very careful"
The day before Thanksgiving Henry
was up at day break and after eating
hearty breakfast Of corn bread and
bacon, he kissed his mother good Bye
shouldered his old rifle, which he had
cleaned the day before, and started
for the woods.
It was a sharp frosty morning, and
the sun was just glinting the frosty
tops of the trees as our hero entered
a winding path and started due west
for the turkey grounds, which was
about five miles from the village. A
brisk walk Of an hour found him in
the vicinity of a favorite place of the
turkeys, and on the banks of rapid
creek, which he crossed on a small
tree, using his rifle as a balancing
pole. He entered a thicket on the
other side and turned southwest and
had walked about half mile when he
heard the we'll known gobb1e of the
birds. Dropping on his hands and
knees in the light snow, Henry care
fully initiated the sound at which he
was as adept as practiced hunter,
and cautiously moved in a circle to-
ward the sound. Stopping behind a
large oak tree, in a few minutes he
saw large gobb1er and several hens
walk out of the bushes into a little
clearing, and at the same time he
heard another gobble, which he knew
came from the lips of another hunter.
"We11," soli1oquized Henry, che is
too late for Mr.. Gobbler, you are my
meat ;" and dropping on one knee,
Henry took careful aim and fired, and
and lay dead, with a bullet hole
through his head Henry, not stop
ping to reload, rushed across the clear
ing, and as he stopped to pick up
his bird, there was a whiz. and an
arrow passed within an inch of his
head and buried itself in tree trunk;
and at the same time a big Indian
stepped from behind tree with an
other arrow ready on the string, and
came tip to him.
"Pa1eface. ugh! 90 wav or me kill
nv turke-e, go home quick, or me
kill, scalp, big injun me-
"We11, I like your nervew Henry
exclaimed. but backed away as the
| Indian laid his hand on the handle
of his tomahawk and said ferce1y.
| ego, go quick, me kill"
AS Henry walked away, an idea like
| lightning passed through his head, and
| he muttered to himself, "I know what
I will do. TIL make bee line for
| the creek and walk back to that tree
| I crossed, and if that Indian GOES back
to the village that way, maybe he
will take awav nv gobbler and maybe
he won't, if Henry Sanford Cary
knows himself, and he thinks he does"
He started on a swift run and soon
reached the tree. and balancing him
self, as before, with his rifle, he cross
ed tn the other side. and getting be-
hind a large tree which stood on the
bank. he carefully reloaded his rifle.
"Now, Mr.. Reds1<in. if vou come