The Wolf Point herald. (Wolf Point, Mont.) 1913-1940, 1922-02-23

flavor, nor taste. This / was given
to understand was Hunter style"
"Swampy's'' father was not in evil
dence at dinner, although there was
plenty of the family. / heard them
remark that Father was a long time
getting back" l wondered where in
that God-forsaken place father would
want to go, that would keep him until
after dark. Generally a man as old
as he would be in bed hours earlier.
It developed that the old mar had
gone on a quiet hunting trip of his
own, and had been gone all day.
+ Some Family
l speak of him as an old man, adj
visedly, because he was the father
of 'Swampy," and "Swampyv was as
old and gnarled as the hills himself,
and the father of several grown men.
My recollection of them is that you
might have taken the whole bunch
and lined them up and it would have
been a difficult matter to tell which
were the SON. and which the father,
except that perhaps "Swampy' had
the greatest thirst.
After dinner when we were all in
the yard stuffed to the guard with
duck and jiggers, and yer swapping
lies about numerous other hunting
adventures, along came father"
Draped about father were geese and
ducks and a swan or two, to an
amount that most of us city people
would have had trouble to lift. Fa-
Their jauntily casting his load aside,
proceeded to relate his days exper-
fence, just as a matter of fact and
because he was urged to tell where
he had been.
After Geese
I'm startin' out this mornin' he
said, ION a little hunt of my own, me
wantin' some geese an them not
herdin' this way much" You see
them geese they like to stay over to
Goose Lake, not likin' to associate
with ducks, an Goose Lake she lays
over about ten miles acrost them
hills over yonder, and we got a boat
on the lake an a cabin t'other side
the lake where if we want a sure
enough hunt we stays all night so
we can be handy early"
$50 1 hikes out this mornin' be-
fore you fellows are up, and starts
for the lake, KNOWN that Hanks got
jug planted at the cabin with some
in it to warm up a Teller. | gifts
% the lake, and they not bein' no
geese p~rojecin' around, l rows acrost
about four mile acrost-and
likin' for the cabin | looks immejit
or the jug, and dad blame me if
iome son of a gun amt beat me to
t, and drinkin' every last drop, he
axes a old envelope and writes acrost
t, "Swampy that's mighty good liker
-ou got'' and me I'm DRY, believe
I'm never wantin' a drink like
wants it just then, and | sits down
nd purity near cry, although I'm not
What you'd call a cryin' man, me
akin the ups and downs of this here
ife with as much fortitude as most,
ut a man don't often run agin 1
roub1e like this. Coin, l got that s
ad blamed jug in mind to cheer me ]
p, but comm back I amt so frisky. |
gifts a drink out'n that lake, and {
stoppin' to hunt much, but
etchin' these few fowl I hikes for 1
ONE agin. Dad blame the ~critter
nat drinks that jug empty" '
Some Old Man! t
That was the old mans story. He L
as an abused old man, but, believe
lie, he was some old man! The
ling that appealed to me was the
lct that a man who had a son that i
an old man, had walked twenty v
lies, rowed eight, and packed a @
'ad that a city man could hardly lift, t
Id did it apparently with NJ effort. e
half hour later when we were s
bout to turn in, l saw him
wood for the morn
lg fire.
By this time I had had
Iaptv of hunting Az said