The daily Alaskan., 1908-06-29

l man that had come six miles on an annual hunt. An hour after the first telephone message came the second ar rived Mfr. BOwser said:
 "The million rabbits had all gone by the time I got to the spot; but, oh, you ought to see the tracks left behind -such large tracks, such generous tracks, so many tracks! 1 am ut a farmhouse where the farmer says that he has made a hundred dollars week thls season shooting rabbits. He isn't a bit jealous of me. He says for me to so ahead and shoot thousand if 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. I am well and happy and am row bound for a spot where the rabbitN for ten miles around congregate to be shot. The farmer will hire me his team after the slaughter"
 The reason Mir. Bowser wasn't heard of again for the next two hours was because he was looking for the spot of "cOngregation." In looking for thls he had to blow 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 a blue Jay cry out. and again he thought he caught the noise of woodpeckGr on 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 a farmhouse and telephoued:
 "I was just too late again, but have lost none of my enthusiasm. Annual rabbit hunt Is bound to be success The rabbit is q shy, coy cuss, but so Is Bowser Have just had a bite to eat at a farmhouse. The farmers wife says that she counted more than 2,0OO. GOO in one drove the other day. She says that the great thing in rabbit hunting Is perseverance. am now about to beat up a 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 5O0."
 Hears a Strange Voice.
 Half an hour later there was another ring, but 1t was not from MT. Bowser. It was a strange voice that said:
 Hello! Am I speaking to Mrs. Bow gerg"
 "Yes."
 "wife of Samuel Bowser%
 "YeS."
 "Short, baldheaded manT
 "Yes."
 'Is he out 'n his annual rabbit hunt today"
 "YeS. Is anything wrong?'
 That's what I 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 pcckers and rabbits, and we thought he was loose In the top of his head. It's an right, however, if you say so."
 Has he shot any rabbits yet?" asked Mrs Bowser.
 Lord bless you, ma'am, he don't | know rabbit from rod culfw
 The next message was from Mir Bowser himself. His voice had lost something of It's jubilation, but he was 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 a farmer who says that the rabbits must have heard that am out here, but he tells me not to give up. l shall stick to the trail. The rabbit Is coy and cute, but Samuel Bowscr Is cover and cutter. When once get to work, the slaughter will go on for hours. l may not be home for two days. Tell the butcher we'll you needn't tell him anything this time. He said he would be pre- pared to take any number up to q thou. sand"
 There was one more message. It was not from Mir. Bowser, but from farmers wife, and she said:
 "If this Is Mrs. Bowser, let me say that my husband and two sons are now chasing your husband across the fields. He shot our eat and fired at an old gander, and if overhauled they will tie him up and take him to the nearest Insane asylum. If you knew he was Ioony, why did you let him come?"
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