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FOR SPORTSMEN.
CAMP HUNTING ON HORSE
PRAIRIE
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H. C. Brown in Turf, Field
and Farm of October
11th, 1889.
PART 111.
I rode up as Wash was drying his knife
but lost no time in getting down on my
knees by Mahomet as he stood mbbliug
a bush. I made a careful survoy of his
bard flat little black legs. “H, what are
you doing? Anything wrong with Ma
homet’s legs?” For Wash is very proud of—
the animal and his face was a little sad,
“Oh! no, not all all; l am looking to see
if I can find wings on ’em.” I answered
so seriously that Wash laughed aloud and
seemed quite relieved as I helped him se
cure the buck across his saddle and we
walked and led the horses, being rather
tired of riding any way. Upon our re
turn to camp we found an old friend
awaiting us. He was a native Floridian
ived about six miles away on the “pine
hats,” but was a goort fellow, who had
often hunted with us, and we all liked
him exceedingly. |As Frank expressed it,
he’d never lost any time rubbing against,
us, but he was a sensible, honest, clever
fellow to the backbone,and he lived in the
woods. Knew the best hunting grounds
for miles around like a book, and we
always on joyed.his companionship. Os
oourse, we greeted him cordially, Wash
asking at once, “How did you find us out
so quick, Mr. M.? We were just sneak
ing last night of sending you a message,
asking you to join us as usual.” “Why,”
said Mr. H., laughing knowingly, “I
always knows mostly what’s goin’ on in
the woods —lookin’ after my cows and
sheep, you know, and besides, I met old
Rily (one of the hounds) nearly over to
Cow Mountain t’other day, yistiddy
mornin’ twaz, and I knowed in rezin you
all must be over here sum’ers. I ’low ed
- he’d run a deer off over there.” After
this Mr. M. hunted with us a week or so,
and we had fine sport; killed as much
game of every sort as we cared to; had
some very exciting ehases after deer, and
one very funny encounter with a bear
and cubs, which I will not take space to
relate here. As the end of our hunt drew
near Mr. M. decided that he would ten
der us an old-fashioned country party.
“A reg’lar fandando, as we calls um
down here, with supper and fiddles all,”
said he. “Now, boys, you all just pick
up and move over to my house in the
} 'morning soon, and we’ll all turn in to
A help the old lady and the gals to clean up
the yards, cook the ginger cake and pur
loa, and then we’ll barbecue a fat shoat,
and we’UtffAi old-fashioned good time,
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JBrevea hound recognizes a hunter by in
stinct. Mrs. M —and the girls very soon
made us feel “at home,” as they express
ed it, by allotting to each of us some task
in the preparation for the great party.
Wash volunteered to keep a fire burning
under the great washpot out by a big
pine, where Miss Mandy was stirring the
purloa with the battling stick (a long
stout stick used to battle or beat clothes
while washing them) I think Wash
helped to stir the purloa some, to >,because
as MiBS Mandy only tipped the beam at
180 pounds, of course she was liable to
get tired, and there were two large gob
lers and about a peck of rice, and some
few other things in the pot all bubbling
up merrily together, while Wash heaped
ohips around the big pot, and he and
Mifis Mandy carried on a lively conversa
tion. One of Mr. M ’s little boys had
been dispatched at daybreak to make ihe
round of the settlement and invite every
body to the party, and to tell the boys to
have the fiddles on hand. Mr. M was
sure the entire “beat” will be here, he
assured us. Mrs. M ’tud MissViusy-
Ann had a tremenduous big pot in the
kitchen filled with strips of bacon rand
venison, and as it became sufficiently
cooked they added square pieces of
dough. The boys called them “slickers,”
and Miss Martha M over on a big table
in the corner had cut out about three
hundred ginger cakeß, she said, and hud
already prepared and baked at least a
bushel of biead. Frank and I assisted
Miss Betsy and the little gill to sweep
the yards and do numerous other little
things, while the o'her boys rolled fat
pine logs together in heaps just outside
the yaid, then took the cart to the woods
and brought’a load of riJi pine knots to
make the logs burn well. They were de
termined to illuminate. Jim had dug a
deep trench down at the spring, and was
"bobykewiug” the shoat in fine style. As
it was such a busy day with us all, we
didn’t have any regular table laid for
dinner that day. Each one was fsrnisli-
L -qd with a generous number of ginger
f cakes and borne purloa or “stow” in a
disb, and ate it pio-nic style if be chose.
It was great fun, wash declared, and 1 noti
ced that he and Miss Mandy ate theirs to
gether. Well, about four o’clock that
I afternoon we finished every thing, and
we were told to go and dress, as the folks
I would soon bo coming.
Our dressing was merely nominal, and
a consisted for the most part of a good bath
■ becausn we had no dress suits with us,
1 and they would have been only comical
on this occasion. I suppose it is useless
I to say so; of course wo appeared in our
sporting garb.
About dark, or perhaps a trifle earlier,
guest began to arrive. Some walked,
some came on horseback, a good many
arrived in pono carts with the head of
the family seated around the rim of the
cart. Ox carts werb somewhat numer
ous, and one batch of boys came trotting
jauntily up, seated on their cows, which
were bridled and saddled in the regular
way. In response to Mr. M ’s cordial
salutation, “Light and look at your sad
dles; tie your creatures, come in*make
yourself at home,” they replied in hila
rious fashion, laughingly, Fur if we aint
at home, we ought to be, eh, Mr. M ?”
It was the jolliest crowd that 1 ever saw.
The girls just came in crowds, chatting,
laughing, rollicking girls, rosy cheek
ed too, and some of them very pretty.
Suddenly Mr. M inquired, looking
about him, “where’s the Jones gals now,
boys? I don’t see ’em nowhheres!”
“Their pais so poorly they can’t come,”
“cause there’s no body to come with
’em,” said some one. “Now, that’ll never
do,” cried Mr. M , “why them is the
finest gals and the best dancers in the
flat’s.
I saw Frank's eye begin to sparkle and
lie looked inquiringly to Wash, and Wash
mutely telegraphed back to Frank, who
in3tantley said to Mr. M : “How
far do the young ladies live from here?
If you tkink proper, Mr. F and my
self will take pleasure in going for them,
provided they will not object to riding
behind us.” The old man was delighted.
“Now,” said he, rubbing his palms to
gether, “you are the kind of boys I like,
Billy here will tell you how to go. Yes
thej’ll come mighty quick; there ain’t
nothing stuck-up about them Jones
gals.”
So mounting old Sol, the sorrel mule,
and Mahomet, the boys were off. Os all
the gathered guests, one who attracted
my attention soonest was a very lank,tall
1 person; I don’t say youth, becauso while
his face was beardless it gave no indica
tion whatever of the flight of years. He
might have been twenty or forty; his
hair was very black and very straight,
and his skin was peculiarly yellow and of
a most leathery appearance. I found
myself wondering whether or not it
would turn a pin point, but did not ex
periment. I heard him say he “didn’t
like fur them strange fellows to hike up
and go after the Jones gals.”
Old Mr. M heard him growling also
and said, sharply, “look ahere, now, Kile
Green, I seat them strangers after them
Jones gals myself; and I want you to
keep your jaw to yourself, fur I ain’t
gwine to have none of your quarreling
here to break up our party.”
It was appearant that Sile felt some spe
cial interest in the Jones gals,and wasnow
sorry that ho did’t bring them himself.
The fiddlers were out on the fence,
“tuning up,” and the girls were seated
on a long bench placed close to the wall
on the broad piazza dear across the
front of the dweilf'g, winch was a mas
sive douDle log cabin of the old sort,
with a wide hall between the front of the
two front rooms. The big bondfires
blazed and sputtered and lighted the en
tire premises brilliantly, and forty or
more children whooped and yelled in the
yard, and the babies whooped and yelled
in the house whenever somebody stepped
on them, for the floor was full of them,
and the girls laughed and whispered,
and most of the boys stood around the
bondfires trying to quench the flames
with showers of tobacoo juice; but one
bunch of timid youths were grouped
just around the corner of the house slyly
peeping at the girls.
Soon the musicians appeared in the
hall and the dancing began. The leader
of the band was a little gray old man
who was iemarkable, firßt, because he
could play the same tune all night. The
second musician evidently had no
higher ambition than to be able to play
as tne first. There was also a triangle,
aud a man who beat straws upon the
strings of the leader’s violin. I think the
tune that night was “Soap-suds Over the
Fence.” As the first inspiring notes
were heard a long youth, with brown
jeans pants t3ulfed in heavy high boots,
sprang up, cracked his heels together,
aud “wired” across the floor screaming
in a loud voice, “All ready ! pardners fur
a ole Virginia reel,” and(then he made a
break for bis “pardner.” And how they
danced! he was the prompter aud called
the figures as they danced, and I never
saw sucli dancing before. The house
shook so that the babies all went to sleep
aud we had no more trouble with them.
“On with the dance” was indeed the bat
tle-cry, if the reader will excuse me.
And the prompter how he prompted!
His voice was as shrill as that of a steam
calliope, aud there was no chance of the
dancers guiug wrong, for certainly they
could have danced by his prompting just
as well at the distance of one mile!
About tins time Frank and Wash return
ed wiih the Jones gsls, who bounced off
the horses onto the porch. By the lime
Wash aud Frank tied their horses and
came in Sile aud another fellow were,hard
at work trying to persuade the Jones
gals to dance with them, but without
avail. As Fiank approaced Miss Faunie
Junes said aloud. “Well, Sile Green, I
’spose I b’longs to Fan Jones, and I don’t
’spose I’d been here at all if I’d depend
ed on you to fetch me, and if J has been
dancin' with you lor two years back,’ I
d„n’t iuieud to do it to night, and
you needn’t pester me any more.” Frank
acknowledged the compliment by a deep
bow to Miss Jones, aud turning wfitli an
amused smile to Sile Green, said: “Miss
Jones is my partner, if you please,” and
gallantly led the fair Fannie to the head
of the set then forming, while some of
the boys nudged Sile aud laughed, and
Sile turned as pale as his complexion
would permit. Tne effort.to get Frank’s
SOUTHERN ALLIANCE FARMER, ATLANTA, GA., NOVEMBER 29,1889.
\ partner had thrown him out of the set en
! tirely, so he retired to a corner to nurse
j liis wrath while scowling blackly upon
j the object of it. But Frank was as inao
i cent as a iamb, aud when supper was an
nounced shortly after was in the van of
the merry, disorderly crowd that rushed
pell-mell to the back yard, where the
long tables were piled with gingerbread,
lightbread, turkey purloa and venison
stew. Great milk pans, dish pans and
immeuso vessels were piled up and run.
liing over with the steaming stews, aud
barbecued that was served whole
and stuffed with delicious “dressing” of
some kind which would have done credit
to a more fashionable occasion. I hoped
that so fine a supper would dispel the
clouds from Sile’s gloomy brow; but in
deed, from the way he crammed 1 think
he was fortifying himself for a greater
effort, and as soon as we returned
to the hall he again approached Miss
Jones, who again refused to dance with
him, and he was becoming openly impo
lite when Frank sternly bade him “shut
up and leave there,” which he seemed
not inclined to do, but as the host was
seen advancing just then, Sile retreated
scowling, but swearing vengeance; aud,
indeed, he rendered himself as obnoxious
as possiblo afterward. He thrust him
self insolently in Frank’s way whenever
he could, and once openly tried to trip
him as they were “swinging corners” in
a set.
Frank excused himself to tho young
lady when the dance was finished, and
going to Mr. M , said: “I have
taken all from that tallow-faced bean
pole that I intend to t ike. I have told him
twice that I do not wish to make trouble
here, but he keeps on Insulting mo, and
with your permission I wish to kuock
him into a cocked hat.” “Kuock him
around as much as you please,” said Mr.
M , cordially. “Don’t take no more
of his slack-jaw in my house than you
would in the big road. The fool thinks
because you don’t want to kick up a row
that you are afraid to hit liim.” “That
settles him,” replied Frank, going back
to where Wash and the other Miss Jones,
Miss Fannie and Miss Mandy, were having
a big time eating penders, with which
they had decorated their noses and
ears.
The next set was soon called, and Frank
and Miss Fannie got a place at the rear
end of the poroh, while Sile and his part
ner were near the edge of the steps. It
was a good old fashioned reel, and the
prompter entered upon his duties so
actively that one wondered which would
out last, his lungs or his legs, for he
danced almost as loud as he “called.”
Frank and Miss Fannie had gone through
the evolution of turning each lady and
each gentleman, and made the grand
promenade, and were turning at the end
to take their places when Sile threw his
big foot in front of Frank’s left foot, and
Frank came very near falling. All saw
it, and recognized it as an intentional in
sult. Sile could not have chosen a more
unlucky spot for this trick, for he stood
not more than three feet from the edge
of the poroh. Frank did not seem at all
disconcerted, but without a word, or even
a frown, he planted a blow under Sile’s
left ear that sent him reeling into the
yard.
F, anK called camly to the prompter
“go ahead please, nobody hurt,” and the
dance went on but the fallen man was not
satisfied, and before any one could inter
fere, he opened a big knife, and sprauk at
Fiank, who was quite ready for him, and
placed another blow in the same spot as
the first, whioh carrried Sile back slid
denly to his place in the yard. But
this time a pair of heavy hunting boots
were on his chest, and on his yellow face
aud all over him in such a hurry that lie
called for mercy most pitifully. A neigh
bor carried him home, aud all seemed as
glad as okl Mr. M , and the Jones
gals” that Sile Green had at last got a
“lickin.” The dance went merrily on,
and the dancers only parted as the snn
was rising on a new day. There was a
general feeliDg of regret as we all said
good by, but we promised to come and
hunt again some time with Mr. M .
After we were well on tho way home
Trank and Wash began not to beg us to
tell any onejabout the party, or that they
went after the “Jones gals.” Our wives
would not understand,” said Frank, “at
least mine wouldn’t.” “Mine wouldn’t
care I don’t think,” said Wash, “but
then you needn’t bother about telling
her.”
So, in duty bound, we all swore we’d
never tell, even to Grave Col. D -.But
like murder, it “outei,” and Mrs. Frank
got wind of it (a woman, sooner or later,
will catch up with you), for one day, as
we were all driving home from church,
she turned in her buggy and looking
back at me, with a wicked twiuklo in her
eye, asked me if “Old Sal” wouldn’t tote
double! Jewhilikiiis! ’twas like a bomb
had fallen into camp. I’m sure, ma’am,
I couldn’t tell yon,” I faltered, looking
heedlessly at Frank, who seemed to have
shrunk t» such dimensions that yon could
scarcely see U m above the back of the
buggy. “Shall I,” she said, laughing
merrily, “write aud ask the Jones
gals?”
PHOR PHUNNY PHOLKS.
EDUCATION. *
A Detroit father has undertaken a lit
tle educational venture with his own
children and he is trying to make them
give up slang, the use of ambiguous
terms of speech, and other peculiarities
affected by the youth of the day. Yes
terday he asked his 14-year-old daughter
where a certain book was.
"I haven’t an idea, papa!” answored tho
youDg lady.
“I didn’t ask you for ideas,” said the
father sternly, “just answer my question.
Where is that book?”
“On the top shelf in the book case,”
recited the girl, like a parrot.
“Can you reach it?”
“Yes, sir.”
There was a long silence, the father
waiting impatiently for the book. At
last lie asked:
“Nell, why don’t you bring it?”
“Bring what, sir?”
“The book I wanted.”
“You did not say you wanted me to
get it,” said the daughter in a demure
voice, “you asked me if I could reach
it.”
“Nellie,” said the father, as a smile
made his mustaehe tremble, “get that
book like a good girl and bring it here
to me.”
“Now, you’re talking sense, pop; I’ll
have the book in a jiffy,” and she whisk
ed off after it, whilo the father sighed
over the degeneracy of the times.—De
troit Free Press.
A VALUABLE ANIMAL.
A man, while crossing a lot, was at
tacked by a young bull calf and was se
verely bruised Just as the victim had
lauded on the safe side of the fence, an
ol;l negro came out of a cabin near by,
and calling the man, said:
“Does ..you wanter buy dat animal,
sah?”
“No; I want to kill the infernal thing,
aud I’m going to do it if I have to walk
ten miles for a gun.”
“W’y, wliut is you got agin him?”
“Didn’t you see him butt me over the
fence?”
“W’y, look yere, he didn’t mean dat
ter be buttin.’ He thought he wuz ’com
merdatin’ you, sar, in lie’pin you ober.
I’s trainee: him to he’p folk ober defence
an’ dat’s w’y he so valuable. W’y, las’
winter w’en I had de rlieumatiz I oould
not er got erlong widout him.”—Arkan
saw Traveler.
A SWORD WITH A HISTORY.
The Sultan presented Emperor William
with the famous sabre of Sultan Murad
IV, which originally belonged to Empe
ror Frederick of Hapsburg, who reigned
during the early part of the fourteenth
century. It is a cross-handled sword of
great length, with handle and sheath of
solid silver, superbly chased. The Damas
cus blade is engraved with German in.
scriptions and the imperial eagle is oarved
upon the handle. In the sixteenth cen
tury the sabre, which was an heirloom
In the Hapsburg family, was given by
Emperor Mathias to Count Uunyadi of
that day, who was killed in battle fight
ing against the Turks, who captured the
weapon. For more than 300 years it has
been j, prominent object in the imperial
army of Constantinople.
WILLIE’S PIETY.
Willie was on a visit to his aunt in the
couptry. It was bed time, and he had
gone up stairs to the little room set apart
Tor him.
“Auntie,” he called out, “where is the
prayer-rug? ”
“The prayer-rug, Willie? Isn’t the
carpet good enough?”
“Not by a jugful. The best people all'
use prayer-rugs. If yon haven’t got any.
I’ll just be doggoned if I’m geing to say
my prayers to-nigliG-that’s all I”—Chi
cago Tribune.
WORDS, WORDS, WORDS.
Dick (aged 8, with disgusted air, to
Tommy, aged 10, whose efforts at telling
a “whopper” were not a success) —“If
yer gain’ to lie, why don’t yer stand up
ter it like a man?”—Detroit Free Press.
SHE WANTED ROOM-
There were two men writing at the
desk in the coi ridor of the postoffice
yesterday, and two or three more people
waiting to use the pens, when a small
woman pushed her way iu, took a pen
from one of the men, shoved the other
back for elbow room, and said:
“Excuse me, but I’ve got to get this
postal card off by the noon mail.”
“That’s pretty cheeky!” replied one
of the astonished men.
“Yes,” she said as she began address
ing the card, "but this is a special case.
I’ve no meat in the house, and must hear
from my old man, who is in Buffalo, but
intends jumping out to Philadelphia to
morrow. Stand back and give me room
to swing my arm and tell him that it’s
either $5 before Saturday or I’ll skip
with a Pittsburg bill-poster.”
DELMONICO.
The Delmonico is spare, pallid-faced,
and His manner is as
timid arid unassuming as his mustache,
and he is accordingly popular with the
gilded exquisites who affect his case, but
he is quite unknown within the precincts
of the restaurant proper. He dresses
plainly aud pays a fancy salary to his
chief for making ecstatic entrees, yet lie
prefers to dine elsewheie, and he is past
thirty.
MUSCULAR CHRISTIANITY.
Rev. Sam Jooes is one of the most el
oquent preachers this country ever pro
duced. When under full headway he has
a command of language which Beecher
or Talnmge never dreamed of. We ex
tract a single gem from a reoent sermon:
He remarked: “John the Baptist was the
bravest type of Christian I know of. He
just jumped on Herod and pawed his
feathers out.”—New York Herald.
HIB FATE IS SEALED.
The turkey that’s at present living
And strutting round so proud and gay,
Will so n be slaughtered lor thanksgiving
Aud stuffed with sage, etcetera.
Boston Courier.
UNSELFISH.
“My dear,” said Sirs. Honeymoon to
her spouse, one day at dinner, “the doc
tors say that one should not think of
business matters at meal times, as it im
pairs digestion and injures the health.
Pray, dear, what do you think about
when we sit down to meals?”
“Sweetest,” replied the old man, “T
chew!”
Aud Mrs. Honeymoon put her arms
around his neck, and kissed him.
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Mrs. Blinks—“ See here, Mr. 8., I
thought you said you had been duck
shooting.” Mr. Blinks—“ Yes, m’ dear,
been duck (hie) shooting.” But these
ducks you brought home are tame
ducks.” “Y-e-s, m’ dear, I tamed ’em
after I (hie) shot ’em-”—New York
Weekly.
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