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MACON, DUBLIN ANO SAVANNAH
RAILROAD COMPANY
LOCAL TIME TABLE.
Effective July 2, 1911.
No.lß N 0.20 Stations. N 0.19 N 0.17
A.M. P.M. Lv. Ar. A.M. P.M.
“7:io 3:25 Macon ”11:15 4:30
7:22 3:37 Swiftcreek 11:03 4:20
7:30 3:45 Drybranch 10:55 4:12
7:34 3:49 Atlantic 10:51 4:09
7:38 3:53 Pike’s Peak 10:48 4:06
7:45 4:00 Fitzpatrick 10:42 4:00
7:50 4:04 Ripley 10:37 3:53
8:00 4:14 Jeff’sonville 10:27 3:42
8:10 4:23 Gallemore 10:15 3:30
8:20 4:33 Danvilel 10:07 3:22
8:25 4:38 Allentown 10:02 3:17
8:34 4:47 Montrose 9:53 3:08
8:44 4:57 Dudley 9:42 2:58
8:50 5:03 Shewmake 9:36 2:52
8:55 5:09 Moore 9:29 2:45
9:10 5:25 ar lv 9:15 2:30
Dublin
9:15 5:30 lv ar 9:10 2:25
9:17 5:32 SouMD&SJct 9:03 2:23
9:21 5:36 NorMD&SJct 9:04 2:19
9:31 5:45 Catlin 8:54 2:09
9:40 5.54 Mintor 8:47 2:01
9:50 6:05 Rockledge 8:36 1:50
9:55 6:10 Orland 8:31 1:45
40:08 6:23 Soporton 8:19 1:33
10:19 6:34 Tarrytown 8:07 1:21
10:26 6:41 Kibhee 8:00 1:15
10:40 6:55 Vidalia 7:45 1:00
CONNECTIONS.
At Dublin with the Wrightsville and
Tennille and the Dublin and South
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and intermediate points.
At Macon iwth Southern railway
from and to Cincinnati, Chattanooga,
Rome, Birmingham, Atlanta and in
termediate points. Also the Central
of Georgia, G., S. & F. railway, Ma
son and Birmingham railway and the
Georgia railroad.
At Rockledge with the Millen and
Southwestern for Wadley and inter
mediate points.
At Vidalia with the Seaboard Air
Line for Savannah and intermediate
points, and with the Millen and South
western for Millen, Stillmore and in
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AFEXJCAF REALE OR MOE/YTEF FOJJCE/TAL
UST Imagine yourself getting ready
for a hunt into a fine territory where
game is plentiful. This is just what
happened to our party, composed of
Bob Hall, Louis Martin, Ye gobbler,
"Slow” Coatwright (teamster) and
\ Henry the cook.
We left Del Rio on the morning of
? the 28th of November and passed
over into Mexico through the little
town of Las Vacas where we had to go through a
rigid examination, such as paying duty on mer
chandise, ammunition and bonding our horses and
outfit.
We passed San Lorenza about 12 miles out from
Las Vacas, this place being the headquarters ranch
for the pastures which contain the cattle of Gen.
Lorenza Gonzales Trevenio. This place is stocked
mostly with well-bred steers which come up to
the standard along with our American cattle.
After traveling about 15 miles and still in this
pasture we stopped and “nooned it” as grass was
'fine and our horses certainly relished the feed.
Bob, Louis and Myself were riding horseback and
of course this made the trip more enjoyable as we
could skirmish alongside of the road and hunt and
in this manner we kept the outfit well supplied
with game while on the move. That day we nooned
at Tienete Lake, where we killed several ducks,
but did not tarry long enough to have them for
dinner. After a good dinner we felt much better,
so were up and away as we wanted to get to the
mountains where game was plentiful. That even
ing we arrived at Sorro or Fox Creek where we
COLLECT/OF OF OR WO ARD OW/LLO
found excellent water, but encountered one of tho
worst gravel beds about 500 yards across, and in
crossing this we had to assist the chuck wagon
over.
Up bright and early next morning and away in
a rush as the mountains were our goal-. During
this day in the forenoon nothing of any importance
happened, but long about sundown business be
gan to pick up. We had just arrived at the
Baballos (Horse Creek) and watered our horses
and intended going beyond about three miles
where grass was good. Just after we crossed
this creek I left the wagon and rode out along
side at a distance of about one-half mile. In
doing this I was in hopes of finding a deer as
the range was fine and prospects good. To my
surprise I found something better than a deer, a
big black bear. I was about 500 yards from the
wagon and upon arriving at the top of a nice
smooth knoll I noticed Mr. Bruin and he spied me
about the same time. The country was rolling
and I was riding an excellent horse, so you can
imagine my feelings, as I was confident of hav
ing some genuine sport. I tightened up my sad
dle and looked for my rope, but had left it In the
wagon. Without a moment’s hesitation I reached
for my rifle. Then the race began. This bear
was not very fat, and of course could put up a
fast race. He made for the side of a nearby hill
and it was my intention to head him off to keep
him from entering a cave. Giving my horse full
rein and extra hard spur thrust I was able to
turn Mr. Bear and by doing this I got him started
across a somewhat level place. Riding along
side at a distance of about 150 feet I took my
first shot, hitting him in the fleshy part of the
hind leg, but this seemed only to make Bruin
run the faster. Seeing I would have to do better
than this I tried to get closer, but could not
make it. Taking three more shots I still missed
as I was running my horse at full speed and could
not hit the mark as readily as If I was standing.
At the next shot I was within about 20 feet of
the bear and this shot took effect. Just as the
bullet hit the bear he wheeled and made direct
towards my horse, catching him by the tail. Now,
good reader, this may not seem scary, but try It
one time and see how your blood circulates. Mine
nearly pushed my hair off my head. If I had not
been riding a good horse It would have been
serious sure enough. My horse realized the posi
tion he was in and I had to ride to keep my seat
as there was some high jumping and quick work
done which all happened In a few minutes. After
the bear tore loose from the horse’s tall he stum
bled over to one side and stood there with his
head down, badly wounded. One more shot fin
ished him and I was somewhat glad of it as my,
blood was pumping wildly and neded a rest after
| POQ/FG BEFORE THE JEW OF A B/G ' BAR’
EAT E7F FOOT OF COTTO COLORADO
such strenuous exercise. This
took in all about 20 minutes
of as fine sport as I have ever
had. Was "something out of
the ordinary and a little differ-
X, ± nil n’nnt h^IDPT
ent" and that’i what we all want; Bob being
nearby came to my assistance and we both placed
the bear on my horse and carried it over to the
camp where we skinned the pelt.
That evening we camped at El Remado, where
the coyotes were very plentiful, but we did not
stop early enough to place our traps. We had
five well-trained hounds on this trip. The next
morning Louis killed a fine specimen of a coyote,
large, with fine fur and nice color. That evening
we entered ‘‘Cibolo’’ (Buffalo) canyon, which to
start with was quit shy of water. Just at the en
trance ’tis awfully rough and very slow going, so
rather than to take chances of a break-down we
decided to wait till morning and then get an
early start so we could make it through this pass
in one day. That day we hunted both sides of
the road for “tenaho” or pot holes which most
generally contain water if one can find one where
the cattle cannot reach. Luck was with us as we
found one of these “pots” near the road which
had sufficient water to water al the horses. The
balance of the distance we had to assist the wag
on by the aid of the “saddle horses” on account
of bad roads and the grade was continually going
higher.
That morning Louis killed a deer and the same
evening I killed a big black tail buck, very fat
and a fine specimen. We only made about ten
miles that day but were up early next morning
so as to reach the water hole as the water ques
tion was something serious and we had to arrange
our traveling accordingly. We passed through a
grassy strip of about five miles where grass was
fin? and green. These grass strips seemed to be
all through these mountains. I suppose the rains
must have fallen in streaks. We reached the
water hole and watered the teams and filled kegs.
After a consultation we decided to return to the
grass to rest the horses and above all try and
get some black-tail deer. We reached this grass
about noon as it was only about three miles from
the watering place. That evening we did not
find the deer as expected but were still in good
spirits as our horses were doing nicely on the
green grass. After deciding to go further into
the mountains as the Cerro Colorado (Red Moun
tain) was our destination, we went back to the
water-hole. Bob, Louis and I rode on ahead of
the wagon and on the way over there noticed
where a panther had followed down the trail to
the water-hole. We went on down to the water
and watered the dogs and then turned them loose
on the panther’s trail, as we were anxious for a
chase and we had it from the very start. The old
i dog “Remus” led off followed by the other four;
and let me tell you, gentle reader, we had to do
some riding so as to keep in touch with them.
' The going was awfully rough and on several oc-
evening.
Next day nothing of any interest happened and
after deciding to move over to a nearby canyon
we broke camp and rode about two miles further
where wood was plentiful and where we could
find large trees so we could hang the deer, as we
wanted to cure the meat.
Returning to camp next morning I found some
more good news as Louis had located a bear on top
of “Cerro Colorado” and had shot at him, but
being so far away did not hit him. This was
what we wanted —a bear chase with the dogs.
So back to camp came Louis and after a consulta
tion we decided to wait till morning before start
ing after the bear. The next morning we were
away before daylight, Bob and Louis going horse
back and leading the dogs while I went afoot up
through another canyon and we were to meet at
the top at a designated place.
I was about half a mile across a canyon, Louis
at another point, Bob at another and Henry, the
cook, could not stand the temptation so he had to
follow, and was placed at another entrance. Dur
ing this time the dogs were hot on the trail mak
ing good time, and if you have never been In such
a suspense as this just try getting on a prominent
point overlooking the entrance to several small
canyons and in hearing of a good pack of hounds
—if you have any sporting blood in your veins it
will surely come forth and make you feel for the
time being that you are “lord of all you survey.”
Things had begun to get interesting now as the
dogs were getting nearer all the time and each of
us expecting the bear to come down through the
canyon where we were. Presently Louis heard
something that sounded like the exhaust of an
automobile, and he knew, just the moment he
heard it, that it was the bear breathing, and a fat
bear makes an awful breathing noise when tired
and hot. Louis made a run over to a small point,
as he knew the bear would come in through a
small cut, because he could hear the rocks rolling
off the side of the hill which was caused by the
bear coming down in such haste. When being
pursued by a pack of dogs and in close quarters a
bear will not run down hill but Just puts his head
down and forms himself In the shape of a ball
and rolls down hill. Rocks half the size of a
barrel were falling down these bluffs. Louis
rounded the point just in time to Intercept Bruin
and at a distance of about 30 feet let drive at
him with his .30-30, hitting him in the heart. This
did not stop him as he rolled and fell along for
some 50 feet before stopping. Another shot
brought him to a halt. About this time the dogs
began to arrive and were pretty much all in, as
a run of 6 or 7 miles through so rough a country
will tire out the best of them. So back to the
horses (a distance of about a mile) we started
and after partaking of a lunch and a few minutes
rest we were off to bring in the three deer and
the bear to camp, as it was getting along about
2 p. m. and we did not want to get caught up in
the mountains after dark.
casions we had to walk
and lead our horses so as
to pass over some of the
roughest places. The dogs
finally stopped our pan
ther and as I was ahead I
located him first sitting on
a rock upon the side of a
big bluff, so, taking no
chances as to his getting
away, 1 let go at him,
striking him in the stom
ach. This shot knocked
him off the rock but did
not kill him. He rolled
down among the dogs and
business was good for a
few minutes, but Mr. Pan
ther was getting weak and
could not hold out any
longer, so turned in his
checks. We measured him
to be 8 feet 2 inches from
tip to tip. Good size, don’t
you think?
Next morning Bob killed
two fine bucks and I kill
ed one. Louis and myself
started up to top of the
mountain, which only
looked to be about a mile
distant, but we were four
hours going to the top.
Here we had some great
sport shooting black-tail
deer, as they were plenti
ful and one could get such
good long range shots,
which were the kind we
wanted as they afforded
the greater sport. Killing
deer in this way was too
easy, as they were plenti
ful and could be had most
any time.
On the top and sides of
these mountains one finds
juniper trees covered with
berries, white and red
oak, two kinds of cedar
and scrub oak or “shin
ery,” besides numerous
other trees. Wild pears
seem to thrive there also.
All the deer killed on
these mountains were fat
and as fine flavored meat
as one could wish.
After wandering around
over these mountains till
about 3 p. m. we decided
to return to camp. We
reached camp about 7 that
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“Henry may be a bad student, but
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“In what way?”
“I caught him swearing over his
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When Senator John E. Hessin and
daughter of Manhattan were doing
Europe and Asia last summer, says the
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ride the minister asked the boatman
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the minister.
No More Room.
The railway carriage was crowded,
but a very fat old gentleman who sat
by the window calmly ignored the
ominous looks of the passengers for
taking up so much room.
A boy selling buns poked his head
in at the window and inquired:
“Buns, sir?”
The old gentleman was slightly deaf,
and, not noticing the buns, thought
the boy wanted a seat in the already
packed carriage; so he remarked:
“Full up, my boy! No more room
inside!”
A roar of laughter followed his re
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