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FOR SPORTSMEN. CAMP HUNTING ON HORSE PRAIRIE - 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, floors 1,1 *'■ '''' fe. iLL' ili ’ ‘ Iff ;iil '. ■■ > * S though 1 be- 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. 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