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“JONES LIGHTED HIS CIGAR AND PLACING HIS DUDE HAT ON THE BACK OF HIS 
HEAD, WITH A GUN IN EITHER HAND, THEY STARTED.” 
Judge averred that since Jones was a read- 
er of RECREATION and not a game hog, it 
made little difference whether he was in 
reach of the ducks or not. He could not 
hit them anyway. 
Jones insisted he must go to the island, 
but how to get there was the question. 
Finally the Judge proposed that the stenog- 
rapher climb on his back and he would 
carry him across the narrow channel of 
water. This was agreed upon and the 
stenographer mounted the fence, from 
which he descended on the back of the 
Judge. The Judge carried a shovel with 
which they were to dig some holes. Jones 
lighted his cigar and placing his dude hat 
on the back of his head, with a gun in 
either hand they started. Just as they 
stepped into the water a flock of fright- 
ened ducks flew by and went whizzing away 
to the North end of the lake, when bang! 
bang! went the report of a gun and down 
went a few of the ducks. The rest flew on 
past the cabin, barely missing its roof. 
“Oh, if I had only had sense enough 
to stay in that cabin I could have shot 2 
or 3 of those fellows at least,” said Jones. 
The hunter on the shore some 50 yards 
away yelled out: 
lism hater youmeiiclee na 
“Yes, this is me.” 
“Well, what are you going to do with 
that thing on your back?” 
| Oh, lam come. to canny iteOutaromtae 
island so it can shoot a duck.” 
“There are lots of geese here this morn- 
ing and perhaps if you picket him out 
somewhere around here he would make a 
good decoy.” 
“Don’t answer the idiot,” said Jones. 
Then they proceeded toward the island. 
The Judge, thinking of the ludicrous posi- 
tion of himself and the stenographer, be- 
gan to laugh and to writhe from one side 
to the other; whereupon Jones screeched 
out, “For Heaven’s sake, look out! You'll 
fall over in the mud next!” 
At that moment the Judge stepped into 
an old gopher hole, and in trying to re- 
cover his foot, being still convulsed with 
laughter, he staggered and tilted, and then 
went down on his back, or rather on 
Jones’ stomach and Jones on his back, 
in about 8 inches of water and mud. As 
the icy water soaked through the splendid 
clothes of the stenographer the Judge lay 
on top of him and forced him farther and 
farther into the mud. Jones was exas- | 
perated to hear peal after peal of laughter 
from the hunter on the shore. The Judge 
could do nothing but laugh and grind 
the poor stenographer deeper and deeper 
into the slime. Jones gathered his forces 
for one tremenduous effort, gave his bur- 
den a strong push and extricated himself 
from his prison. They arose, fished their 
guns from the water and each complaining 
to the other they made the best of their 
way to the island. For a moment they 
stood gazing in silence at each other and 
endeavoring to see the hole which they 
seemed to have made in the water. They 
looked at their guns and said some things 
that will never be spread on the court rec- 

