The Winchester news., 1909-02-24

sport is over with buckshot shells |
on the person is to be unnecessarily
exposed to questionings. Further
more, shotguns, except at very close
range, are not sure to kill; In narrow
quarters or when time is precious
they are burdensome to handle.
The Right Weapons.
Let the sportsman, unless a skilled
marksman, also avoid the rife. "To
hev rife in yer hands," quoth Newt,
staring with half shut eyes at the
moon, "kind Of tempts yer to shoot
at long range. At long range it's
pretty sure to hit, but thar amt
man on yearth that can be sartain to
finish up the matter with one car
fridge. An eff yo' don't, you mought
get shot at or seen by the feller, an
he'd tell the sheriff on yer" AS for
revOlvers, they are safest because
they do not tempt long range shots,
are easier to carry and conceal, and
make less noise. But revolvers of
small caliber are to be avoided. Any
one who knows will, testify that .32
or even a .3S is not possessed of
enough power. "Hit's best" Newt
said, to have As. You hev to wear
strap over ger left shoulder to keep
her from saggin' down on yer belt,
but she does business. She blows
a man down! He don't get no chance
to reach for his eff he carries one.
"There was another thing I'd figur-
led out" he went on. 81 figured out
I'd hev to keep away from liquor. 1t
gets yo' to talkin' and maybe lets out
how bad vO' feel ag'inst a feller, and
leases yo' into goin' about things
wrong. Sos / let it alone. That
shows yer how | felt about Kelly.
"He was kind O suspicious, too.
He was livin' out on Whiskbroom and
farmin', and somehow he seemed TO
kind o. feel somethin' in the air.
Leastwise he was a-carTyin' of a gun
hisself. | larned that from friends.
He didn't come into town none-even
bein' how it was winter. | knew as
how it would be hard to git him and
git him right"
One Way to Trap the Human Game.
He slapped at mosquito and then
explained that to get near a man who
was on the lookout for difficulties was
very troublesome problem. When
snow is on the ground one cannot go
stalking game without leaving tracks,
and, as Kelly Barker would be sure to
see them, it gave rise to the necessity
for planning strategy which could
not very well fail. The surest way,
under the circumstances, said Newt,
was to be certain that the game was
in its lair and then to coax it uot.
81 give this a heap O. study" he
asserted, "an' by and by | got
lscheme. Suppose a feller should go
lup to WhiskbrOom Fork some night
when Kelly's man Hays was down in
town carousin'. Kelly would be in
bed, sartain. Then suppose a feller'd
lget into Kelly's barn an take out one
of his mules an walk him around
lively some, and then kick at the
sides of the stalls and make a fuss
general. Why, KeGly'd think the an
Iimal was loose an kicEin' at dark
Ishadders. What would he do? He'd
cuss some and pull on his clothes,
bein' as it was cold. Then he'd
Gomez down an draw open the slidin'
door of the barn an look in. Sup
pose it was moonlight outside. You
could see him plain, couldn't you?"
Newt threw up his empty right hand
Into a position where his elbow was
crooked stif1y and his half bent fore
finger moved slowly backward in a
half circle. One almost expected to
hear the roar of the imaginary wea-
pom. The ghost standing at its muz
zle appeared to throw up its hands
and 90 over, face downward, into the
dewy grass that sparlIled like snow
crust in the white light of the moon.
Getting" Kelly Barker
Nevis at-chested, bony frame
seemed to quiver little. He laughed
half -heartedly and gazed at me with
shrewd and cunning eyos. "The fel-
Ter thet killed Kelly Barker did it
that away or somethin' ike it," he
said, with sudden reluctance to go
further with the story in the first per-
son. 'FHit was all right. I'd wasted
nearly two years hatin' Kelly and
schemin' to get him. He oughter be
!, killed. And the feller that got him
was shore foxy. He climbed up on
, the mule SOS there's be no tracks of
his'n. and rode out on to the road be-
fore Kelly's housekeeper had come
: down to the back door. When he