The morning Astorian. [volume] (Astoria, Oregon) 1899-1930, 1908-05-24

told him as above He was gooi
hearted farmer and also good liar
He hadn't seen rabbit all winter
but he felt he ought to encourage I
man that had come six miles on al
annual hunt, An hour after the frs
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, yov
ought to see the tracks left behind
such large tracks, such generous
tracks, so many tracks, am at n
farmhouse where the farmer says that
he has made hundred dollars q week
this season shooting rabbits. He isn't
q bit jealous of me, He says for me to
90 ahead and shoot thousand II
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 800. 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 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 a woodpecker on a dead tree.
but he wasn't quite sure in either case.
He reached the spot at last to find the
rabbits gone. The convention had met
and adjourned. He then walked to
farmhouse and telephoned.
: Il was just too late again, but have
lost none of my enthusiasm. Annual
rabbit hunt is bound to be a 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 2,0Oo.-
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 a hunter from the city loaded
four wagons in an hour the other day.
| expect to load at least two. Tell the
butcher TO make the number 500."
Hears Strange Voice.
Half an hour later there was another
ring, but it was not from Mr.. Bowser.
1t was strange voice that said:
Hello! Am l speaking to Mrs. Bow
serY
"Yes."
"Wife of Samuel Bowser~
"Yes."
Short, baldheaded manr
"Yes."
SIS he out on his annual rabbit hunt
.odayp
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.
de is talking about blue jays, wood
)eckers and rabbits, and we thought
he was loose in the top of his head.
It's all right, however, if you say So"
Has he shot any rabbits YETI"
lsked Mrs. Bowser.
Lord bless you. ma'am, he don't
lnow rabbit from red calfp
The next message was from Mr..
3owser himself. His voice had lost
omething of its jubilation, but he was
till game.
mo rabbits yet" he phoned, "but
m on the trail and expecting TO come
cross them any moment; also to see a
Obin. Have just been talking with a
armer who says that the rabbits must
ave heard that | am out here, but he
Ellis me not to. give up. shall stick to
be trail. The rabbit is coy and cute. I
ut Samuel Bowser is coyer and cutter.
Vhen once get to work. the slaughter
i'll go on for hours. may not be
ONE for two days. Tell the butcher ;
ell. you needn't tell him anything
lis time. He said he would be pre-
ared to take any number up to thou {
and"
There was one more message 1t was I
OF from Mr.. Bowser, but from a :
lrmers wife, and she said: 8
"If this is Mrs. Bowser, let me say I
lat my husband and two sons are
DIV chasing your husband across the ,
elds. He shot our cat and fired at an
d gander. and If overhauled they will .
e him up and take him to the nearest :
sane asylum. If you knew he was q
ony, why did you let him Gomez"
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