Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1913-11-05
Hunters Get
Birds and Bruises.

Two intrepid representatives of ono
of Augustus largest industries were
they. one wore a gray flannel shirt with
ii green velvet tie. gold clasp and red
stoned pin; a gaudy checked cap. blue
sack coat. and high. russell boots with
gray striped trousers tucked inside. The
other wore a $500 Stetson, n cream col
ored jersey. Norfolk suit and the lat
est make moccasips, with striped socks
showing exactly one and one-auarter in
/ ehes above the tops, also a briar pipe
and channels gloves. Even without their
guns you would have known that they
were hunters.
Two war-like implements of high poll
ish We're. impressively brandtshed as they
tripped blithely up the steps of a Water
vile bound car, Saturday noon. Then.
superciliously bestowins their bulks
FUSED i'll kindly spirit, their "bulks to-
falling but 256 pounds upon rear seat.
they informed anxious friends that they
We're taking a little trip up into the
woods" Later they slipped the con-
ductor two nickeis and whispered the
magic word. Parish
Parish proved to be cross road
leading past deserted church-poor de-
serted ehurch.-from the Bangor road;
commonly designated as up back of
Hanks"
They tripped-stilI blithely--up the road
and took to the field. Taking to the
field they were forced to take a barhed
wire fence which resentfully took a
generous sample of those gray striped
trousers.
I'm quite cut up about that. Memo
grieved the short one. "noncher worry,
chas.." said the tall one Its got one
of these slit skirts frayed to a
| trazzlc.
Here after a conference. they separat-
ed Memo skirted the edge of the brook,
while chas stormed tic heights.
Bang, Get him. Cllas. ?" from the
brook Sure" from the hill Top:
'.pippin of caterpilar's nest"'
The next two ours is hay recollec-
pendent detailed to the scene of acton.
When Chas. shot we ran over there:
when Memo shot we trotted back. Good
ness. but we We're busy, And chas. WAS
such careless guy, too. He stamped
through the treachcrous boys and ell
tered uncxpored caves such as would
make the bravest tremble with horror,
But Chas. allowed that that was where
| the birds were. and sure enough it was
| Memo was IA bit "skittish'' about going
| into such places and took up the greater
part of his time slxinning round the
edges.
well meet mp by that old stone wall. -
We're the words of the two when part
| ing AS the stone wall appeared in view
| the shorter of the two, who. as it hap
pened. was walking a bit the faster
| paused a moment upon catching sight of
| a woodsman piungine the blade OF his
axe into tho bark of a huge beech. y
| nutter. and before Chas could collect his
| few scattering wits. she vas off. What
| do yer know about that. muttered the
| amazed hunter to himself. Here Il halt
was made under the spreading branches
of large pine. After filling up the briar
| with a little Hard a Port" ~ guess FL
| take a trip up this wood road to sec if
can't get crack at her" The cores
| pondent trailed along. Sure enough
| Another laundering whir. wildly way
ing gun barrel. and the crash Of mus
kerry apain resounded for the third time
since 1912.
Plnp, Cor whatever kind of noise
| partridges make when. they strike the
ground.) Down came the bird No
| kiddin: she really did. Then she got up
| and started to run. Chas. was nervous
| aud showed it. He put the stock of the
gun in the crook of his elbow and sight
| ed crosswise but got his thumb between
| the hammer and the pin and changed his
mind. When he pulled out his thumb the
partridge thumped into the dust and lay
auivering. chas and I looked dazedly
| around. Twenty yards away the, first
one waited resignedly to be shot. Twen-
| ty rods down the road was a second one
dead
.What-?'' ] gasped. but Chas. is re-
sourcefnl if nothing else. He strobe the
~ yards in II proud steps, and. as his
victim peacefully succumbe1 to seven
| kicks. made bored explanation:
oh: sure, was after that one all the
| time"
The correspondent surrendered-and
beat it. Away to the west came the roar
of Nemo's "l2' and, getting out nay
paper and pencil. Il rushed to dhc front.
There he came 1peerng, slit-eyed, about
after the style of our best moving
picture Indians hunting dcfenseless
cowbov
"Sh-h-h,' lie shrilied as he saw me;
and again, ''s-h-h-h,''
/ "shushed'' so eleverly that | was al
| lowed to trail along. while he explained.
"She went out of a tree while was
fixing my shoe--just snap Shot-im-
possible of conrse.' This last was a
plain demand for confederation as Memo
turned questioning glance upon me.
ooh. of course.' | assented hastily.
Whir-r-r-r. BANG!
She had gone from under his very feet.
every feet is very good. They're the
| most very feet you ever saw Memo
threw up his gun as though to protect
himself from the sudden attack; his nm
gers clutched convuisively over both
triggers. and both barrels beched forth
Miracle of miracles! Came cloud of
Fathers father ,oa and ar,h bo myc
tracted the butt of the gun from his
stomach. where it had been rather forci-
bly, planted by the recoil recovered
enough breath to nonchalantly blow the
smoke from the barrels. then, without
deigning me. a glance, strobe (hunters
always stride" when they have made a
! good shot: otherwise they ''slink') to his
victim and, taking hold of leg, started
leg came off in his hand Likewise the
other one. The head wasn't on any
firmer; neither were the wings An oozy
mass trickled down over. the branches.
The mighty hunter turned sheepishiy to
find me gazing disinterestedly into the
sky. Out of the corner of my eye, how
and one wing effectively out Of the co,
ner of a coat pocket Then he stood IL