The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1919-05-02

He toll mo many stories Of his life
In Washington. interrupted BY sound
like that Il approaching footsteps. We
ceased talking and presently a mock
OF partridges came nenr US. pacing
along over the mat Of leaves In lei
surely fashion. We sat perfectly still.
A young cock bird with his beautiful
run standing out. like the hair on the
back of a frightened dog, strobe
toward us with a comic threat In his
manner. II seemed as II he were OF
half a mind to knock US into the river.
But we sat as still as stumps and he
spared US and went ON with the others.
The baying of the hound was nearer
now. Suddenly we saw a big buck
come down to the shore of the cove
near us and on our side Of the stream.
He looked to right and left. Then he
made long leap into the water and
waded slowly until 1t covered him. He
raised his nose and laid his antlers
back over his shoulders and swan
quietly downstream. his nose just
showing above the water. His antlers
were like a bit of driftwood. II we
had not seen him take the water his
antlers might easily have passed for
a bunch of dead sticks. Soon the buck
slowly lifted his head and turned his
neck and looked ut both shores. Then
very deliberately he resumed his place
under water and went on. We watched
him as he took the farther shore be-
low US and made Off In the woods
again.
II couldn't shoot at him, 1t was such
a beautiful BIZ Of politics" said the
senator.
Soon the hound reached the cove's
edge and swan the river and ranged
up and down the bank for half an
hour before he found the bucks trail
again.
"Pve seen many rascal, driven to
water by the hounds, go swimming
away as slyly as that buck, with their
horns In the air, looking as innocent
as bit Of driftwood. They come in
from both shores-the Wing and the
Democratic-and they are always shot
remember it surprised me a little
to hear him say that they came in
from both shores.
"Just what do you want to dor" he
asked presently.
II should like to 60 down to Wash
ington with you and help you In any
way that can"
"All right, partner-we'll try It," he
answered gravely. 81 hope that don't
forget and work you as hard as work
myself. 1t wouldn't be decent. I have
o great many letters to write. I'll try
thinking out loud while you take them
down In sound-hand. Then you can
draft them neatly and I'll sign them.
You have tact and good manners and
can do many Of my errands for me and
save me from those who have no good
reason for taking up my time"
"You will meet the best people and
the worst. There's just chance that
1t may come to something worth while
who knows? You are young yet. It
Will be good training and you will wit
ness the making Of some history now
and then"
What citation I felt!
Again the voice of the hound, which
had been ringing In the distant hills,
was coming nearer.
1--WE must keep watch-another deer
is coming" said the senator.
We had only a moments watch be-
fore fine yearling buck came down
to the opposite shore and stood look
ing across the river. The senator
raised his rifle and fred. The buck
fell In the edge of the water.
"How shall we get him7" my friend
asked.
ut will not be difficult" answered
as I began to undress. Nothing was
difficult those days.
swan the river and towed the
buck across with a beech withe In his
gambrel joints. The hound Joined me
before was half across with my bur-
den and nosed the carcass and swan
on ahead yelping with delight.
We dressed the deer and then I
had the great joy of carrying him
on my back two miles across the coun-
try to the wagon. The senator wished
to send guide for the deer, but in
sisted that the carrying was my privi-
lege.
"Well, I guess your big thighs and
broad shoulders can stand It." said he.
my uncle has always said that no
man could be called hunter until he
can 60 into the woods without a guide
and kill a deer and bring 1t out on
his back. l want to be able to testify
that I am at least partly qualified"
"Your uncle didn't say anything
about fetching the deer across a deep
river without boat, did hep Mr..
Wright asked me with a smile.
Leaves of the beeches, naples and
sswoods-yellowed by frost-hung
like tiny lanterns, glowing with noon
day light. above the dim forest aisle
which we travelled.
The sun was down when we got to
the clearing.
rWhat day 1t has been I" said Mr..
Wright when we were seated In the
wagon.
zone of the best in my life," an