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there were only a few saplings to contend 
with. On entering that the dog -ran 
squarely over a single bird without no- 
ticing it. A whipping was the price of his 
indiscretion, and it caused him to modify 
his gait perceptibly. The next flock we 
found in a ravine over a ledge of rocks, 
and they went up just as we came in 
sight of them. Two fell this time, and 
we began to think we were getting on to 
the “twist’” with which it is done. This 
flock alighted on the bank of the river, 
which was only a few hundred yards dis- 
tant, and we followed them. Here Ben 
did his work splendidly. We got 6 birds 
out of that flock before they finally crossed 
TIME Miglivie: 
We were now growing somewhat tired, 
and meandered leisurely down the stream 
keeping close to the bank. Suddenly Ben 
stopped, looking straight out into the 
water. We looked and saw a blue-bill 
duck about a third of the way across. Be- 
fore we could bring our guns to bear, it 
Was) Up ana One Nb tle mGe p OLtmolmlls Ks 
gun it dropped, and, without a word from 
us, Ben was after it. That was an -un- 
expected capture and we were highly 
elated. 
We continued along the river bank un- 
TACT GALLON: 
til directly in front of a farm house. 
There was nothing strange about this, and 
we were plodding along in an unconcerned 
way when, to our amazement, there came 
rushing from the house a red-haired, red- 
faced specimen of feminine fat. She car- 
ried an ante-bellum carbine in one hand, 
and gesticulated wildly with the other. 
Her ample figure told eloquently of pan- 
tries full of beans and sowbelly. 
“We dont “low no huntin? onethis 
farm,” she shrieked, and my hair began to 
' push my hat off as she brought the car- 
bine into position for action. We were 
dumbfounded at this sortie, and neither of 
us said a word for a few seconds, but fin- 
ally El yelled that we were just passing 
by on our way to Mr. Jamison’s farm. 
“You tellers can’t run no bliutt on me,” 
she said, ‘“‘and the best thing you can do 
is to get out of this immejitly.” We 
did not tarry longer, but started on at a 
speed that was something more than our 
Ondinanyacanems® 
We got otit at once and took a few 
minutes’ rest beside a babbling brook that 
crossed our pathway, before starting in 
on the final homeward stretch. Here we 
took occasion to find out how much game 
we had. El had 11 quails and one duck, 
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AMATEUR PHOTO BY DR. S. R. CATES. 
HIS LAST RUN, 
Made with a Blair camera, Kameret lens, stop 4f, time 1/100 sec. on Eastman No. 4 Cartridge film. Drove 
pair of swift mustang ponies at full speed one mile to 
run down by dogs belonging to Col. C. H. Crossett, 
this state. 
et to dogs in time to make exposure. t 
ig Sennee Tex. Said to be the best wolf dogs in 
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