PIONEER HUNTERS OF THE KANKAKEE 

 this time they were a long v/ay off, too far to 

 shoot at using good judgment, But I decided to 

 try them. Giving the gun considerable eleva- 

 tion I pulled the trigger and greatly to my aston- 

 ishment both fell, one dead, the other v/inged^ 

 and before I could give ihe crippled one the 

 other barrel it skulked off in the pucker brush 

 and I lost it. As I have said betore, my Father 

 was at this time over four-score years, and at 

 this writing. 1920, is in his nintieth year. He 

 continued his hunting until the infirmities of age 

 removed him from the swamps. This day fin- 

 ished our shooting. I returned to my home in 

 Logansport, Indiana, and before the duck hunt- 

 ing season opened again I lost my right arm at 

 the shoulder in a railroad accident. This was 

 my last hunt on the Kankakee and for this rea- 

 son I mention this incident. The reader will re- 

 member in the opening chapter that I set steel 

 traps and caught wild game long before I was 

 large enough or old enough to carry a gun, hav- 

 ing in all spent over a half century in hunting 



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