The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1911-06-16

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! IIlU WM KiddeFs. Kidder is n
YkM sportsman six days in
VSv~ssa IN the week. but on Sun
VSsI day stops TO rest and
! MD preach three or four
! WNiN sermons.
He is also the pro
prietor OF a Jersey COW
and a gasoline go-devil. It was the
latter I was aiming for, but, as It was
darker than a stack OF negro coal
beavers at midnight. mingled with
the COW. AS soon as discovered her
proximity l made grab for It, but
was thrown lightly across several
stalls into far corner OF the barn.
At this point, however, the rank odor
Of gasoline in a terribly rundown con-
dltion Of health smote upon me. l
reached out my hand tenderly and
patted the go-devil on the brow.
AT about this time Of night Kidders
back door opened. allowing flood OF
light to pour forth. In the doorway
was silhouetted the figure Of a man
hurriedly getting outside Of a huge
bowl of breakfast food. He was ac-
rountred in all the habiliments OF
war. Finally, with a last, despairing
glance into the bowl he cast it from
him and seized a steaming tea-kettle
from the stove.
With this he came forth and by the
Gickering light of weakened Ian
tern he cautiously poured the hot wa
ter up and down the go-devils spinal
column. Having done this, he seized
the persuader, gave 1t a villainous
twist and the thing commenced a vio-
lent, hacking cough that caused great
chunks Of sympathy to well up under
my sweater.
After turning on the binacle lights,
Kidder grasped the handle-bars and
we backed out till we hit the chicken
park across the alley. BY some dex-
ferrous manoeuvring we got the thing
pointed right and cut her loose.
It was early. No one was abroad.
The family cats we're all peacefully
curled up in the bread pan. Only a
few weary citizens were up taking a
look at the meter to see If 1t had slid
any in the night. We hummed along
merrily-rolled up in our big fur coats
getting quite wideawake by the time
we had covered a couple Of miles.
Suddenly a surprised rabbit sat up
In the glare of the headlights, blinked
a couple Of times and made a brilliant
leap for the tall timber. / promptly
took my cue and got my artillery IN
trim. Rabbit after rabbit appeared.
NV ammunition wavered and ran low.
No sankuinary results were noticed.
although I am positive l succeeded in
winging the left fender several times.
It must be borne in mind however,
that my poor shooting was the natural
result of poor ammunition, cheap gun,
worry and insomnia, from which was
suffering so bad that it kept me awake
nights.
Daylight was Just cracking in the
east when we pulled briskly into a
farmyard and anchored in front of a
badly irritated dog Of the hound va
riety. The farmer was out in the COW
barn husking the milk crop. He came
out and told us that between seven
and nine thousand ducks had gone
over the evening before and, judging
from their looks, they had date with
a cornfield about two miles to the sou'-
by-sou'west. He informed us that the
ducks exhibited a marked partiality
for the cornfelds which had been OPP
Grated on by husking machines in
stead Of the old-fashioned Armstrong
method used by our forefathers. He
said this fact, combined with the long
dry season and the Iowa habit Of
planting a game warden on every alter
nate section Of land, was working mir
acles for the ducks and chickens.
In a bashful maner he told us that
If we felt equal to shooting twenty or
thirty prairie chickens as a mere start
er we could find them down in the
cornfield at the right Of the hoghouse.
He said the chickens we're getting SO
tame that some of them had the nerve
to sneak in and board with the family
poultry
We looked at our license from the
state and saw that the prairie hen
could not be legally shot in such chilly
weather. With a sigh, we thereupon
loaded our guns and started for the
cornfeld
We curried and cross-curried that field
and finally strolled out onto
a forty-acre field Of fresh plowing to
rest our legs We had not gone far
when something about the looks and
size Of a clean white tablecloth arose
in front of Kidder and started south
at a beautiful clip. It was jack rab-
bit Neither Of us shot, and Kidder
mumbled something about thinking it
was sheep.
BY this time daylight had become
entirely broken in the east, and we
could see how nervous each other was
After crossing the plowing we stopped