The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-05-16

man that had come six miles on an
annual hunt. An hour after the first
telephone message came the second ar
rived. Mr.. Bowser said:
'The million rabbits had all gone by
the time / got to the spot; but, oh, you
ought to see the tracks left behind
such large tracks, such generous
tracks, so many tracksl l am at n
farmhouse where the farmer says that
he has made hundred dollars a week
this season shooting rabbits. He isn't
n bit Jealous of me. He says for me to
go ahead and shoot thousand IL l
want to. It's only out in the country
that you find such large hearted men.
Tell the butcher to make arrangements
to take at least 300. am well and
happy and am now bound for spot
where the rabbits for ten miles around
congregate TO be shot. The farmer will
hire me his team after the slaughter"
The reason Mr. Bowser wasn't heard
of again. for the next two hours was
because he was looking for the spot of
congregation" In looking for this he
had to plow through a piece of woods,
skirt marsh and cross three open
fields where the snow lay two feet
deep. Once in making this journey he
thought he heard blue jay cry out,
and again he thought he caught the
noise of woodpecker on a dead tree,
but he wasn't quite sure In either case.
He reached the spot at last to find the
and adjourned. He then walked to a
farmhouse and telephoned:
Il was just too late again. but have
lost none of my enthusiasm. Annual
rabbit hunt Is bound to be success.
The rabbit is shy, coy cuss. but so is
Bowser. Have just had bite to eat
at farmhouse. The farmers wife
says that she counted more than 1000.
| 900 in one drove the other day. She
says that the great thing in rabbit
| hunting is perseverance. am now
about to beat up piece of woodland
| where hunter from the city loaded
four wagons In an hour the other day
I expect to load at least two. Tell the
| butcher to make the number 500."
Hears a Strange Voice.
| Half an hour later there was another
ring. but It was not from Mr.. Bowser
1t was a strange voice that said
Hello! Am speaking to Mrs. Bow.
serT
"Yes."
"Wife of Samuel Bowser?"
Eyes"
"short, baldheaded manT
| "Yes."
'Ts he out on his annual rabbit hum
today?"
"Yes. Is anything wrong?"
That's what wanted TO ask you
There Is a man wandering around here
who says his name is Samuel Bowser
He is talking about blue jays. wood
peckers and rabbits. and we thought
he was loose in the top Of his head
It's all right. however, II you say So"
HAS he shot any rabbits yet?'
asked Mrs. Bowser.
Lord bless you. ma'am. he dom
know a rabbit from red calfw
The next message was from Mr.
Bowser himself. His voice had los
something of its jubllation. but he wa'
still game.
"No rabbits yet" he phoned, "but
am on the trail and expecting to come
across them any moment; also to see ,
robin. Have Just been talking with ,
farmer who says that the rabbits mus
have heard that am out here, but h,
tells me not to give up. ] shall stick I,
the trail. The rabbit is coy and cute
but Samuel Bowser is coyer and cutter
When ! once get TO work, the slaughte
will go on for hours. I may not b
home for two days. Tell the butcher
well. you needn't tell him anythin
this time. He said he would be pre-
pared to take any number up to thou
sand"
There was one more message. 1t wa
not from Mr.. Bowser, but from
farmers wife, and she said:
'If this is Mrs. Bowser, let me sa
that my husband and two sons ar
now chasing your husband across th
fields. He shot our cat and fred at a
old gander. and II overhauled they wi
tie him up and take him to the neares
insane asylum. II you knew he wa
loony, why did you let him conner"
NJ. QUAD.