The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1910-11-21

Fighter gave over any claim he might
have had on the farmers ear and lay
back to listen until the sheep pelt
trader had done with il.
mo" said the pelt solicitor. resum-
ing, Il didn't know any more about
the sport of deer hunting than "a
well. l didn't know anything about il
al all. except from hearsay, but con-
cluded that here would be my chance
TO learn ali about it, and L accepted
Administer Flannigan's invitation 10
spend a day with him at his cabin. His
cabin was on the shore of the lake
near by, and we We're soon there. We
( turned in early that night, and AK
minister routed me out early next
morning
Stir your stumps, said he, and
come out and sniff a couple o gallons
o the mountain air that's dancing
around here fresh and free as a roe
buck Come out and look about YOU
and see what you think O. the way the
break o day drops onto us up here
amongst the hills. It's playing around
the hilltOps now. Get up and have A
look at it, for the sun'H open up for
business before long and III send the
best part of it scampeTing every which
way
who would ever have thought that
a man with the love o nature filling
him like that could have-but let that
pass. l craWled bTiskly out from the
fragrant bed of hemlOck boughs at
Administers lusty summons TO greet
the dawn of day.
The first gray courier of the COM
ing day had given place in the eastern
sky beyond the hills that look down
upon the old PassadanlIy waters TO the
crimson herald of the suns nearer ap-
preach, and-Oh, did /? Said that be
fore? Well we'll. Must have been
thinking out loud them Huh! Well.
we'll, Wen pass that over. too. then.
But that's what happened" And
the sheep pelter beamed at himself in
the picture glass a moment. then re-
sumed and said:
Yes. After breakfast we got ready
TO go to Batter Pail ridge, where AK
minister said we'd be sure to get a
shot at a buck or two. Just as AXmin-
lister had prOgnosticated as We started.
by the time we arrived on the ridge
and at the spot where L was posted on
a runway while he went of with the
dogs TO drive for deer. the sun had dis
appeared behind OminOus clouds and
a raw. sharp, penetrating wind was
whistling through the trees.
Now, mind your eye sharp said
Administer, and when you hear the
dogs sing out up along the ridge lay
low. for IL won't be long then before
yOu'll see a big buck tearing down
through and over the brush straight
toward you. When you get him right
l.. l.. IL
der, and he's your meat
Il said all right and Administer
went OFF with the dogs.
A good long hour passed. No sound
OF dog or sight of deer. The spot was
me TO the bone
Another hours wait l was SILVER
ing and shaking with the cold. and the
moaning and soughing of the wind
through the hemlOcks and dry-leaved
oaks made me want to go home. If
had for a moment suspected that AK
minister-well. anyhow, / was just at
the point of shOuldering my gun and
cutting sticks for the cabin when
heard the dogs singing out up on the
ridge
so 1 stayed Nearer and nearer the
sound of the dogs came. Closer,
closer! 1 trembled with the thought
that the quarry was bearing down
upon me, and YET trembled with the
fear that the careless swapping of
twig beneath my feet would bear the
signal of danger TO his wondrOus ear
and turn him away from me.
Amid these contending fears he
came. The bearing of his antlered
head was regal. His leaps We're mag
nif1cent. Only few rods away he
turned his cleaning side toward me.
Right behind the fore shoulder 1
remembered that Administer Flanni-
gan had said. and that was where I
put it.
The sound of the gun was still
echoing from hill TO hill when the
dogs came up. The smell of powder
was still in the air when a voice be-
hind me said:
Well. we'll, we'll. I be burned if
he amt about as fine a buck as 1 ever
see. An burned if YOU didn't give it
to him straight as a string, too, bub-
BY
1T wasn't Administers voice. so I
turned and saw a big two-fisted chap
all over grins standing there. looking
down at the buck that had fallen be-
fore my shot. 1 wondered where AK
4
a proud individual TO hear the woods
mans praise.
IS Finest buck ever SEEM said ne.
turning TO me. An you sartin' did
give it TO him straight. DaVy Crockett
couldn't done ii no better'
Feeling my oats considerable at
this, 1 swelled up and said TO the
mountaineer;
Oh, guess Davy haint got many
points on me when it comes to ping
ing a deer, Not many!' said I.
No. said the bushWahcker. An
this is a sockin' OF buck, an no mis-
take. It's too bad you can't take him
with YOU said he.
Can't take him with NEE said /,
wondering why in the world Axminis-
ter Flanagan didn't show up to help
me prevent this big bushwhacker from
carrying out his evident intention Of
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