The Sauk Centre herald., 1909-08-05

Sunday is q long, quiet day at Poi
son Carrots farm. At a. NJ, Poi
son springs gladly out of bed, and
kicks the cat and two dogs out of
the house, and they continue their
fight in the open. He then shaves
himself with the family razor. When
the wind is in the right direction,
neighbors, three miles to the south,
can hear Poison shaving himself. He
once studied to be a barber. The
first man he shaved, lost so much
blood, that it took him two weeks
to get mad. Shortly after this per-
iod, Poison made stove wood out of
bis sign. After dressing himself in
his best clothes, and combing his
hair to match, he accompanies
large tin pail to a slough behind the
barn. He fills the pail with over
worked water, and carries it to the
hired mans room. The hired man
then takes a bath, and soon after
it, he wakes up, but Poison is gone.
He is now in the barn serving oats
to the new team. Returning to the
house, the hired man meets him near
the wood pile. They arrange the
weather for the day, after which
the hired man kills a chicken for
dinner. After breakfast, they oil the
buggy and hitch up a tame horse
for Poison's mother-in-law, who is
going to church. After she has gone,
a neighbor or two drops in, and they
trade jack knives for a few hours.
After dinner the hired man reads
aloud out of the family album, and
Poison sleeps in the same manner
off of the parlor lounge. No cloth
is spread for supper, but large, blue
bowls of bread and milk are served
and the evening meal is concluded
hastily. Then the chores are done,
the clock is wound, the mouse trap
is baited, and the lid is put on an
other Sabbath at Carrots farm
home.
To faithfully narate a hunting trip,
over a year ago after the pleasures
and disappointments have been ex-
perienced, seems as hard as starting
to saw cord oe hard wood that
hasn't been paid for, with a dull saw
at that. A friend and myself start
ed from Grafton on the 18th day of
October in the morning, before the
six o'clock bell had commenced to
turn people over in bed. We were
bound for Minnesota, and our destin-
alton was Mud Lake, in the vicinity
CT Thief River, where we had heard
that the ducks and geese were hoH-
ing their state convention. We hop
ed to get some of the delegates and
had taken plenty of ammunition,
guns and other arrangements along
to assist us in our undertaking. Our
boat was painted the color of dead
grass, and our Chesapeak dog had
grown hair to match the rushes, and
our decoys would fool pot hunter.
Shortly after reaching Minnesota,
We saw a large flock of Canadian
geese feeding in a field. At first, we
took them to be lot of stones,
but when a farmer drove by with a
load of wheat, and they raised their
heads to see if he was going to
town or going to shoot, we knew
that they were geese, without re-
fering to the game laws or making
inquiries in the neighborhood. The
farmer passed them within easy gun
shot, and We made up our minds that
we would do the same, and in pass
ing we would shoot few geese for
a starter. But when they caught
sight of the dead grass colored boat,
rush colored dog and corduroy hunt
ing clothes, they went into the air
like a mad school teacher, whose
chair had been upholstered with
bent pins. We didn't get shot, and
for the next ten minutes, we let the
scenery take care of itself while we
told each other what we ought to
have done to fool those geese.
Our first stopping place was Argyle,
where we were met by the liveryman,
who opened the biggest door in town
to- let us in. We felt small enough
to have used the side door, but we
did not mention this. The livery
man encouraged us in many ways,
and told us of a restaurant that was
as good at o'clock as it was at II;
we went around and found out what
could be done at 2 O'Clock and did
most of it ourselves. Before leav-
ing Argyle, we secured a map of Mar
shall county, and large wad of in
formation from the hunters that had
been there ahead of us. Their talk
was cheerful and we hooan to foar