Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1921-02-11
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Dan saw the door close behind him,
and he had an ihstant's glimpse of the
long sweep of moonlit ridge that
stretched beneath the window. Then,
all at once, seemingly without warn
ing, it simply blinked out. Not until
the next morning did he really know
why. Insomnia was an old acquaint-
ance of Dams, and he had expected to
have some trouble in getting to sleep.
His only real trouble was waking up
again when Lennox called him to
breakfast. He couldn't believe that
the light at his window shade was
really that of morning.
"GOod Heavehsl" his host exploded.
"You sleep the sleep of the just"
Dan was about to tell him that on
the contrary he was very nervous
sleeper, but he thought better of 1T.
Something had surely happened to his
insomnia. The next instant he even
forgot to wonder about it in the reali-
zation that his tired body had been
wonderfully refreshed. He had no
dread now of the long tramp up the
ridge that his host had planned.
But first came target practice. In
Dams baggage he had a certain very
plain but serviceable sporting rifle of
about thirty-forty caliber-a gun that
the information department of the
large sporting-goods store in Gitche-
apolis had recommended for his pur-
pose. Except for the few moments in
the store, Dan had never held rifle
I'm his hands. The first shot he hit the
trunk of five-foot pine at thirty
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"But couldn't very we'll have
missed itr' he replied to Lennox's
cheer. "You see, l aimed at the mid
debut / just grazed the edge"
The second shot was not so good.
missing the tree altogether. And 1t
was a singular thing that he aimed
longer and tried harder on this shot
than on the first. The third time he
tried still harder, ard made by far
the worst shot of all.
.'What's the matter?" he demanded.
eTm getting worse all the time"
Lennox didn't know for sure. But
he made long guess. 'It might be
beginners luck" he said, "but I'm in
clined to think you're trying too hard.
Take it easier-depend more on your
instincts"
Dams reply was to lift the riffe
lightly to his shoulder, glance quickly
along the trigger and fire. The bullet
struck within one inch of the center
of the pine.
For q long second Lennox gazed at
him IN open-mouthed establishment.
"My stars. boyl" he cried at last.
.sWas I mistaken in thinking you were
n horn tenderfoot--after all? Can 1t
no that a little of your old GRANDPA
theirs skill has been passed down to
YOU? But you can't do 1t again."
But Dan did do it again. If any
thing. the bullet was little nearer
the center. And then he aimed at
more distant tree.
Rut the hammer snapped down in
effectively on the breech. lie turned
with a look of question.
''Your gun only holds five SHOTS
Iennox explained. Reloading. DaT
tried a more difficult target-a trunk
almost one hundred yards distant. of
course it would have been only childs
NAV to an experienced hunter; out
70 a tenderfoot it was olIncuis
mark indeed. Twice out OF four shots
Dan hit the free trunk, and one OF ms
two hits was practically bulfs-eye.
His two misses were the result OF the
same mistake he had made before
attempting to hold his aim too long.
Dan and Lennox started tosetDer
nm tba long slope of the ridge. Dan
I've armed: Lennox went with him
solely as a guide. The deer season hao