The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1917-09-08
BY MARY CRAY.
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"But you must teach me. Hurry up!'
The shotgun was struggled out or
the house and behind the barn, and the
lessons began with:
"Now put the gun up to your face,
like this, and aim at that old stump.
You must squint along the sights and
have both in line"
"Yes."
"You won't fire now, because your
sister would hear it; but when you do
want to. just curl your finger around
this trigger and pull"
"How many cartridges have l got|
was asked.
Seven. You can pile the seven
dead rabbits up somewhere and Will
come and get emf
1t wasn't at all singular that Burt
Robbins, Of the big fire insurance COM
pany in the city, should be stopping at
O country inn mile away.
Young Mr.. Robbins had been at the
inn for three or four days, when the
landlord said:
There are more rabbits around this
fall than 1 have seen for years before.
Did you bring a gun along?"
81 had none to bring"
"Then 1 can lend you one. It's a
rifle, where you ought to have shot
gun; but you can have some fun with
it."
Miss Nan reached the hunting
grounds and looked about her. Not
bunny.
Mr.. Robbins had been out almost ar
hour and had not caught sight of
rabbit. The red squirrels chartered a.
him, and the chipmunks Knocked him
but he let them go. 1t was when M
was scuffing up the leaves and his mine
far away that a rabbit ran out of {
brush heap and scurried away. In hi
confusion, the hunter ran after it, TO
: q few steps, and as it crossed opel
ground he fred.
At the same instant his cap wa
dashed from his head. When he hat
; advanced twenty steps he saw a cir
holding up dead rabbit by the leg an
heard her exclamation:
"Oh, I've killed himl I've kille
him.
Il beg pardon" said Robbins.
: "What? What?
81 killed that rabbit, II you please.
The young man walked back and r.
. covered his cap and brought 1T to he
and said:
you have a shotgun. You fire
high. Some Of your shot knocked tn
= cap from my head. A bit lower and L
have got them in the face"
. "Sir, you are no gentleman to clail
:, the rabbit shot,"
y, Mr.. Robbins siiuted and turned
:. his heel and walked away, and aft
watching him out Of sight the 81
- picked up the game and walked to Il
,s house.
=, "Jewhittaker, but you have kill'
oneI" exclaimed the hired man.
10 AT the first fire, and a long she
n too. I had quite time over 1t, too.
no Young man who was hunting claim
or that he shot him."
what sort of gun did he have?
ia "a rifle"
90 SAY" said the man, after he hi
70 carefully examined the rabbit; ~
never killed this"
"Why didn't II"
Because it was killed by bull
instead of shot"
The rabbit was given to the dog a
fO
conscience began to trouble her.
was a settled thing that she had I
killed that rabbit.
vi In the middle Of the next morni
she walked to the spot where pr
bunny had met his sad end the
previous. 1t was nearly an hour beft
she rose up, and then because s
III heard scuffing footsteps.
N 81 am glad to find you here" s.
I'll Mr.. Robbins as Nan faced him.
want to beg your pardon. On think
W the matter over, I am sure you xii
that rabbit"
"But am sure that didn't"
81 And then they sat down on log {
talked Of rabbits. and guns. When N
81 Nan returned to the house the hi
man called out:
swell, didn't you get him?"
"Perhapsw was the reply.
Copyright. 1917. by the Mcclure News