The Yale expositor., 1909-11-19
HUNTERS HEARD FROM.

Camping in the north woods, certain
ly appeals to the lover of nature. AS
rule, one who loves and is interested
in animals, birds, forests, streams, lakes
and the finny tribes which inhabit
them, find the sincerest pleasure of
their lives in sojourn in a land where
these handiworks of Mother Nature
predominant.
To the individual who only sees and
admires that which may be made the
means of acquiring money, this coun-
try would be Of little interest; for the
pine timber, which has been its iinan-
clal glory in the past, has nearly all
been removed. Some fine tracts of
hardwood, hemlock, cedar,and tamerack
still may be found and the lands from
which the pine has been cut, are now
covered with young timber, copse and
thlcket, the home of the partridge and
jack rabbit.
The first one to greet us as we
stepped off the train at Millersburg,
was our old time acquaintance, Bill
Ferguson, who with his good wife, con-
ducts an excellent boarding house in
the town. We staid here the first night
and as many of those who read this
will remember Bill, we will digress a
little at this point to give a brief out
line of portion of Williams recent
personal history as related to us by
himself. Now in financial way, Bill
and his excellent wife are doing well
but Bill, personally has suffered a series
of physical mishaps which would GER
tainly ruflle the patience of Job.
These incidents began about three
years ago when Bill who was sitting up
late one night to wait for belated
travelling man, went up stairs to lie
down and rest a minute, took a case of
night horse, went walking in his sleep,
strOlled out of an open window, took
high dive TO the street. He broke seven
ribs, lost two vertebrate out of his back
bone, kincked the knee cap of the point
of his right shoulder Dill showed us
where it was missing) dslocated hip
and cut a cash in his scalp which re.
quired eleven stitches. The doctor
said he was dead and while they were
trying to fix up the remains SO the
family could feel like mourning some
what at the funeral, Bill opened his |
eyes and said he would fool them, and |
he did But he had no sooner become |
able to move about with his accustomed |
sprightliness when fate hit him another |
swat and again Bill was forced to take |
the count" This hard smash, as these |
things often occur, followed closely on |
the heels of one of the best pieces of |
luck Bill ever had. He found a ten |
dollar bill. He was gently resting on |
the sunny side Of lumber pile one |
day when he saw it and he was sure he |
must be dreaming He reached to the |
lapel of his vest extracted pin (Bill |
wasn't TO be fooled again by no dream |
and showed it into the manly bosom of |
his pants until his wakefulness was as
sured and then he grabbed that bill. |
He felt ii and it felt good; he smelt |
and it smelt good; he chewed the cor
ner and it tasted like old rags, yet Bill |
doubted, il was too good TO be true.
The only way to know for certain was to
spend it. Bill with his bill hustled to
the nearest saloon where it CHANGED he
already owed thirty cents, and informed |
the astonished "bar keep" that he'd "pay
up" and buy the drinks for the crowd If |
could change "ten spot" He changed
it to Bills delighted establishment and
then things began to happen with Bill.
He cannot remember all of them
though. He remembers going to
Onaway but to save his life he can't re-
member coming back. He can re.
member trying to go up stairs to bed,
but cant remember coming down, but
he did, and his foot was broken at the
ankle, his leg was broken square off
half way between the knee and fetlock,
and now when Bill stands at attention
his feet form the angle of a perfect
square, all on account of ten dollar
bill. Of course there are those about
town who do not tell it like Bill, but
that is another story, this is Bits.
The four young men in camp went to
last night for mail and
supplies and they were told that Bill
had disappeared The people think he
may have found another bill.
We have shot lot of birds, and
Clarence Drake and Will Rath both
shot at a deer at about 80 rods, but
missed Only three deer seen 50 far
but we are going after them next week.
The weather is just like summer, clover
and wild flowers growing on the hill
sides and we are all as comfortable and
happy as bunch of "Coons" in a
patch
We will have some hunting stories
Tor next week