Camp-fire musings : life and good times in the woods . ds away. The thing moved. If I onlyhad my rifle ! But anyway now I will see how a bearworks it when he starts. So I stole along toward , it is a man. Yes, it is an Indian. I went up tohim and saw he had a Winchester rifle across his I said to him. How, he are you doing here? I asked. Nothing,said he. Yes, you are, you red rascal, you areshooting deer for their hides. Naw,he make tatas, and he put his hands to one side andmoved them as if pawing dirt around a hill of pota-toes. Do you know what I do w
Camp-fire musings : life and good times in the woods . ds away. The thing moved. If I onlyhad my rifle ! But anyway now I will see how a bearworks it when he starts. So I stole along toward , it is a man. Yes, it is an Indian. I went up tohim and saw he had a Winchester rifle across his I said to him. How, he are you doing here? I asked. Nothing,said he. Yes, you are, you red rascal, you areshooting deer for their hides. Naw,he make tatas, and he put his hands to one side andmoved them as if pawing dirt around a hill of pota-toes. Do you know what I do with Indians whoshoot deer for their hides ? He grunted, but did notlook at me. I tie big stones to their heels and pitchthem into the lake, into big water. Naw, I maketatas; and again he pawed the dirt around his imag- 2o6 (Eamp-^ire ZTTustngs inary potato hill. He was not a pretty Indian. Somebrave warrior had evidently reached for his scalp, butcut two inches too low for lifting it in the best form,and so slashed him across the nose and cheek. Then. an idea struck me. Lawton, that is Mr. Parker, ispainting on large canvas for the Worlds Fair ArtExhibition. It is to be catalogued as The StillHunt. A hunter is shown in the foreground in tliewoods above a lake. Seen through a vista is a bear ona point of land near water. Ti e hunter justsighted him, and is hidden from him by the foliage. Ctn Znktvuvo 207 Without moving his feet, which stand somewhat tothe bear, he twists his body half around, lifts his handtoward the observer of the picture in a deprecatingway, and by the attitude and expression of counte-nance says to him, ^Stop! Keep quiet. Theres agood shot. M. Gerome, the great French artist,Mr. Parkers master while there, said to him, Donot paint a European picture. Paint an Americanpicture, and that is what he is doing. Parker makesme stand for the hunter, models being scarce here inthe woods, and the truth is I dont like it, because theartist will paint me in my
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