The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1909-02-18
SOME MARIET TANS
co HUNTING,
A Subscriber Tells of Their
Visit and the Game
They Captured.

Mr., NEAL Dear DIT wv uen
/ saw last you, you expressed re-
greet that we were moving So far.
Indeed, was sorry to leave the
people we had lived among so long
and for whom we entertain high
regard. However, we find the peo-
pie here the same good Cobb coun-
ty folks, and, and as you have
often said, they are as good as can
b. found anywhere.
o, yes, the Journal comes, and
it is like a weekly letter from
home. Yes, there are things in it
that make us sad-sickness and
death. The most beautiful rose
has it's thorns. IT'S thus with life.
Joy and sorrow, hope and disap-
pointment, ETC.. all go hand in
hand, Why not enjoy the good
and meet the bad as bravely as we
can?
Wednesday the "chug" of al
auto let us know someone was COM
jng-Mr. Bob Butler and son, Mr..
Mack Fowler and Mr.. George
Roberts. We were truly glad to
ee them. A hunt was Cd, and Mr..
Roberts was as enshusiastic as a
ten-year-old boy. We could not
keep him still long enough to give
him any cartridges. The two young
men and Mr.. Roberts we're soon
gone; Mr.. Butler did not go.
Near 1, Mr.. Roberts hove in sight,
alone. Mr.. Butler remarked, "My
conscience, I had no idea game
was so plentiful. Witness how
George is stuffed" He came up
and unloaded. What do you think?
Hickorynuts! Nothing else. No
game, unless you consider hickory
nuts game. If so, all I can say is
they are a hairless species. I don't
think George was lazy; he had that
tired, sarsaparilla look we see in a
certain almanac. After eating he
looked round, and, I think, a lit
tie full in the face. l know he
was better natured.
The boys? Oh, yes; reminds
me of Scott's chase. "The stag at
eve had" Oh, pshaw! Who
reads Scott now 'a-days, save some
old guy like myself? At any rate,
"The vigor of youth and the scent
of the chase had borne them far
afield."
Mr.. Butler provided them with
some crackers and a can of sausage.
AS they had no knife or key, Mr..
Fowler, who is ever resoul ceful,
shot the top off. The sausage was
scattered over the grass for fifty
yards. The DR.. said it was too
pathetic to be funny. So / sup
pose. To see one of the leading
merchants of Marietta and med
ical student down on their all
tours picking a scanty repast off
the grass, wac sight to make
angels weep. A fellow who saw
them said he thought we were
short on rations and had turned
them out to grass. Such is not
the case. We still have plenty of
good, plain country fare.
The boys brought in fair size
bag of game.
Messrs. George Gober, Jr., and
Billie Lindsey were up Friday.
Oh, yes another hunt. If there
had been q faithful chronicler,
like your Uncle Harris, I dare say
some fancy shots would be record
ed. At that time the old man had
date with the wood-pile. You
see we are still in reach of the
folks of our old home.
A stiff wind from the southeast
Friday brought up rain near the
shank of the afternoon. A cats
paw from the northwest caught
the clouds and rolled them into a
black scroll; for q moment all was
etill, then the wind, with vicious
snap and howl, was upon us; the
rain fell in great sheets; the thun-
der was one continuous roll, and
the electric display was simply
grand. No damage,
Wishing you success in the new
order of things, and sincerely hop
ing Mr.. Massey may soon recover
his health, | am
Yours truly,
JOHN M. HARRIS.
Route 3, Box 81, Acworth, Ga,
February 8ths 1909.