Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-06-07

his pole bending and he began to pun
| in hand over hand, but the muskorange
is a game fish and he was soon up to
his waist in the water and called
Schmitz to bring his rifle and be sure
the fish didn't get away.
"SchmitZ was Johnny or the spot,
all right, and with plenty of embon-
point. as the French say, he takes care
full aim and fired just as the muskOr-
ange was on the point of breaking the
fishing cord. Then he got his landing
net and they got the big fellow to
shore"
How much did it wcigh?" asked one
of the smokers.
II don't know" said the narrator,
thus proving beyond doubt Gf any had
existed) that he was no fisherman.
Fifty dollars!' laughs the warden
into his big false beard. Then he rush
es down the bank and congratulates
Ruef on his luck and tells him it's the
| first fish catch of the season, which
was true, because the law would be on
|
"Ruef thinks he's it and struts
around considerable, till SchmitZ asks
| him what's the matter with the way
the rifle did the bushes of putting a
uuietus on the fish, and that shut up
| Ruef.
Then that afternoon they went af-
ter jackrabbits, my friend said, and
| they bagged ten apiece, and not caring
| to eat them cut off their fetlocks for
| the bounty.
| well, so it went for days. They
shared prairie dogs and wild partridges
till you couldn't rest and left them ly-
| ing where they were shot. Not sports
at all, to my way Of thinking, but
| butchers.
| "Of course the wild partridges
wasn't so expensive. Only a matter of
dollar apiece fine for them, but as
they shot them with perfect impunity
it was over 500 before they got
| through, my friend said.
AT last Schmitz said he was sorry,
but San Francisco had to he governed
a little more and he must be back at
his desk, and Ruef had things to do on
his job, so they told the warden what
fine time they had had and he leads
| them down the trail to the station,
telling them he wishes he was in good
because he'd like to invite them to the
grouse shooting there in July. They
both said they had had the time of
their lives.
| Then he gives them a shaking up
that reminded them of April, 1906, for
he snatches off his beard and his wig
and there is a smooth faced, keen eyed
warden who takes a note book out of
his pocket and says: Gentlemen, this
| little ambuscade of yours will cost you
s340 apiece l am John Huntington,
| the senior wardeni"
well sir, my friend said you could
have heard a big tree drop, it was that
still
Then Ruef he smiles and he reach
es into his breast pocket and pulls out
roll of bills and without counting
them he hands them to the warden,
who counts them and says: Why,
here's $1,OOO'
That's for you to keep it out of
the newspapers. Here SchmitZ, you
pay the fines, I'm broke
"Schmitz obeys all right and the
warden swears that no names will get
in the papers and then the train comes
in and they go back to San Francisco
ad libitum.
$50 the game warden leaked" sug-
gested the man who had spoken before.
mo, he never told, but one of his
keepers thought it too good to keep,
so he told this friend Of mine, who's
drummer and he told me, and l be-
lieve it's true, every word"
| I wonder.