The Daytona daily news. [volume] (Daytona, Fla.) 1903-1926, 1910-03-07
THE GOOD Old TIMES
When Hunting Was Good and
Gray Mares Were Wonders.
REAL SPORT IN THOSE DAYS.


Haul He Made When He Got More /
Than He Expected-The Willing Old
Horse That Cracked Her Skin.
Talk about yer huntin' trips said I
ole Jimmy Chambers. why. there amt |
no huntin' nowadays; no. not none
'tall-leastwise none worth mentionin'. |
1T was different when / wuz a |
young Teller. Them wuz huntin' days! |
When We went out to hunt We got |
sumthin', tellJye An most always |
We got dunn sight more n We expect
ed | remember onct down in ole
Pennsylvania when I had hunt as
wuz a ant. I had er ole muzzle
loader rife that could shoot some, /
tell We. An wuz no SLOUGH at shoot
In in them days myself. | could shoot
about as well as Their next Teller. Well,
/ went down to Their river looLin' fer
er deer. l seen one standin' right in
front of er big tree. | pulled up Their
ole muZzle loader an let her go. Jest
as fired a big fish jumped out of Their
water, an my shot went plum through
| him. | seen by Their way he fell I'd
plugged er hole III him The deer
| jest dropped where he stood-never
stirred, jest fell stone dead.
Il rushed out into Their river an
grabbed my fish fore it could float
away. With Their fish under my arm
l started fer Their deer. An what dye
suppose? s. help me, jest back of
where that deer stood Their bullet had
knocked er hole in that tree as big
as yer fist, an out of that hole er
regular stream of honey wuz fowin'.
| That good honey wuz goin' to waste
dunn fast, an l hadn't nary err thing
to stop it. Jest then err rabbit jump
ed out Of err hole | hadn't noticed, an
/ grabbed him by ther hind legs jest
as he wuz leapin'. / wuZ goin to stuff
him in Their hole when er flock of quail
flew up Oh Their other side of Their
tree. They wuz goin' straightaway,
an there wuz more n 10000 of 'em.
Their ole muzzle loader wuzn't loaded,
an them quail wuz gettin' away fast
I wanted some of 'em bad so I jest
let go that ole rabbit right in Their mid
die of 'em, an the way he kicked
an clawed as he wuz goin' through
Their air wuz a caution. He landed
right on top Of Their whole bunch,
an when | got over there seventeen
of 'em wuz dead on Their ground-yes,
sir, jest seventeen of 'em! An Their
shock had killed Their rabbit too. He
wuz all smashed up. / stuck his head
in ther hole to stop Their honey till
could go home fer sum barrels.
Il hitched up Their ole gray mare to
Their sled an went back. | chopped
that there ole tree down. an there wu2
honey enough to ill all my barrels
Well, / slung ther deer an Their fish an
Their rabbit an Their quail on Their sled
an started home. 1t wuz some load
fer Their ole mare. an 1 walked at hel
head, kinder coaXin' her along.
wuzn't payin' any attention TO thel
load, an, by gum. when we got up t
Their house there wuZ that there loat
way back in Their middle of ther river
OF course l knowed what wuz the
matter That ole grounding harness
had got wet an jest stretched. | WI
kind of hungry. SO l jest throwed the
harness over a stump an went int
/
sun had dried Their harness an the
load wuz just pullin' up to Their stump
That wuz some hunt. Yer don't &c
nothin' like that nowadays. l tell ye
Them wuz good old days.
AN, speakin' of Their ole gray mare
she was Their willin'est mare that eve
wuz. She'd pull anything yer hitche
her to. / tried her, an she pulled ey
erything One day / seq to myself. B
gum, III give yer er load yer can
pull an l hitched her to er stone boa
loaded with all ther powders i'll the
county She got RIGHT down an pulle
an pulled an pulled. but Their loa
didn't bulge | heard er little cracl
but for err minute ! didn't Suspicio
anything. an before l noticed that the
skin on her face had cracked it WI
too late. l yelled at her TO stop. bJ
she wuz 50 dunn mad she kept right o
pullin', an s'help me, before | coul
stop her she'd pulled herself clean OF
of her skin, l didn't want to lose ths
there mare, an l got busy an did {
little skin graftin' fer myself. l Ia
some fresh sheep peltS. an sewe
them on as fast as l could sew. We
sir, them pelts took root fine. The
2rowed on that there ole mare Je'
like they'd always been there, an The
next season 1 sheared jest 3I5 pound
of wool off'n her. She wuz er goo
ole mare, / tell We, an every year
got 375 pounds Of wool so long as 81
lived. Yes. sir: it wus always jest 3
pounds Yer don't have no such hors
nowadays, 1 tell ye."--Outer's Book.