Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1910-02-23
THE: .g[00g|.> OLD Times.
When Hunting Was Good and
Gray Mares Were Wonders.
REAL SPORT IN THOSE DAYS.

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Old Jimmy Chambers Tells About One
Haul Hs Made Whom He Got More
Than Hs Expsetsd-1hs Willing Old
Horse That Cracked Her Skin.
"Talk about yer huntin' trips" said
ole Jimmy Chambers. "Why, there amt
no huntin' nowadays; no, not none
'tall-leastwise none worth mentionin'
1T was different when l wuz q
young Teller. Them wuz huntin' days!
When ye went out to hunt ye got
sumthin', tell ye An most always
ye got dunn sight more n We expect
ed. u remember onct down in ole
Pennsylvania when I had q hunt as
wuz a hunt. I had er ole muzzle
loader rife that could shoot some, I
tell ye. An wuz no SLOUGH at shoot
in in them days myself: Il could shoot
about as well as Their next Teller. Well,
I went down to Their river lookin' fer
er deer. seen one standin' right in
front of er big tree. IEpulled up Their
! ole muzzle loader an let her 60. Jest
as fred big fish jumped out Of ther
water, an my shot went plum through
him. l seen by Their way he fell I'd
plugged er hole in him. The deer
Jest dropped where he stood-never
stirred, jest fell stone dead.
II 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 hadn't nary er thing
to stop it. Jest then er rabbit jump
ed out Of err hole hadn't noticed, an
l grabbed him by Their hind legs jest
as he wuz leapin'. I wuz goin' to stuff
him in Their hole when er flock Of quail
few up on 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.
1 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 ther 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. l stuck his head
in Their hole to stop Their honey till 1
could go home fer sum barrels.
Il hitchcd up Their ole gray mare to
Their sled an went back. chopped
that there ole tree down, an there wuz
honey enough to fill all my barrels.
Well, I slung Their deer an Their fish an
Their rabbit an Their quail on Their sled
an started home. It wuZ some load
fer Their ole mare, an I walked at her
head, kinder coaxin' her along. L
wuzn't payin' any attention to Their
load, an, by gum. when we got up to
Their house there wuz that there load
way back in Their middle Of Their river.
OF course l knowed what wuz Their
matter. That ole grounding harness
had got wet an jest stretched. wuz
kind of hungry, so jest throwed Their
harness over a stump an went into
dinner. When l cum out again Their
sun had dried Their harness an Their
load wuz just pullin' up to Their stump.
That wuz some hunt. Yer don't get
nothin' like that nowadays, I tell ye.
Them wuz good old days!
"An', speakin' Of Their ole gray mare,
she was Their willin'est mare that ever
wuz. She'd pull anything yer hitched
her to. I tried her, an she pulled ev-
erything. One day sez to myself, BY
gum, I'll give yer er load yer can't
pull an I hitched her to er stone boat
loaded with all Their powders In Their
county She got right down an pulled
an pulled an pulled, but Their load
didn't bulge. I heard er little crack,
but for err minute I didn't suspicion
anything, an before noticed that Their
skin on her face had cracked 1t wuz
too late. 1 yelled at her to stop. but
she wuz so dun mad she kept right on
pullin', an s'help me, before l could
stop her she'd pulled herself clean out
Of her skin! l didn't want to lose that
there mare, an got busy an did er
little skin graftin' fer myself. l had
some fresh sheep pelts, an l sewed
them on as fast as could sew. Well
sir, them pelts took root fine. They
growed on that there ole mare jest
like they'd always been there. an the1
next season 1 sheared jest 375 pounds
Of wool off'n her. She wuz er good
ole mare, tell ye. an every year ]
got 375 pounds Of wool so long as she
lived. Yes, sir; it wus always jest 375
pounds. Yer don't have no such horses
nowadays, 1 tell ye."-Outer's Book.