. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. 124 Jjjfaje |ktete and jipmfetum. Aug 25 A "'Rattling" Story. Editor Breeder and Sportsman: A few days ago several gentlemen, resident in one of the suburbs of San Francisco, whether Sac- ramento or Stockton is immaterial, gathered their traps and set out for the wilds of Mendo- cino. The party was an ideal one. It combined about all the characteristics necessary to a full enjoyment of each moment of the trip. It perhaps would not be good form to tell you their names, so I will desig- nate them as: Huntoon, proud owner of a rifle, but â whose control
. Breeder and sportsman. Horses. 124 Jjjfaje |ktete and jipmfetum. Aug 25 A "'Rattling" Story. Editor Breeder and Sportsman: A few days ago several gentlemen, resident in one of the suburbs of San Francisco, whether Sac- ramento or Stockton is immaterial, gathered their traps and set out for the wilds of Mendo- cino. The party was an ideal one. It combined about all the characteristics necessary to a full enjoyment of each moment of the trip. It perhaps would not be good form to tell you their names, so I will desig- nate them as: Huntoon, proud owner of a rifle, but â whose control of his passions is so perfect that he was never known to shoot at anything un- less somebody had killed and propped it up beforehand. Johnson, the wildest mannered man that over scuttled dish-pan in a river or cut bait. Hoge, a nice, easy fellow, who couldn't do anything if he wanted to, and luckily didn't t to. And lastly, White, so called in this vera- crus chronicle because of all men, he is red. I eally think his skin is white, or would be if removed from his person, but the ruby tide that surges through his patulous veins is a flood so full that it rushes into each crystal hair even, and gives his whiskered face the roseate hue of the Indian Summer sun seen through the haze. These able men tied on their dirks, pocket- ed their Smith and Wesson's all pearl hand- led, shouldered their elegant, recherche re- peaters, and set forth to do the gentle moun- taineers and rid the country of chipmunks. They "rid" and "rid," and at last having left the last outpost far, far behind, a mile behind anyhow, they struck a halt and simul- taneously a rattlesnake. At once the fiery spirit of Huntoon began to boil. He dropped his rifle and pack and shouted, "Wait a minute ! Don't shoot! I'll show you how to kill the thing ! Let me go back a little and get a ; He started back on the trail, and after a few minutes, in answer to shouted inquiries, his too fa
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