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was reaching for her at every leap. Those were great 
and glorious days, and many a ringing and merry laugh 
I've had when a hare, just as we thought her caught, 
would suddenly double in her tracks, - and over the 
dog would go in a somersault in his frantic effort to 
seize her as she darted under his snapping jaws. But 
up and after her he would go at once, and of Miss 
Molly's troubles he would soon relieve her, unless she 
quickly found a sanctuary in some hole or a rock fence. 
The latter, of course, entailed a partial destruction of 
the fence. 
As agreed, early the next morning, Ellick saddled 
up old Sam, still wearing the honorable chevrons ne 
earned in the Civil War, a "U. S." branded on each 
shoulder, and mounting double on the old war horse, 
we started for the adjoining farm. 
"Mis' Frank, whut dem Yankees wan' old Ben fur, 
ain' dey got no dorgs er dey own?" 
"Er dono whut dey wan' 'im fur, 'cause pa says dey 
got de fines' dorgs yer eber see, dey got sum dat coss 
more'n er hundred dollars, en dey puts blankets on em 
jes' like Unc' Tom do on 'Supprise' en de udder bluded 
bosses. Dey mus' be good dorgs, dough, 'cause ole 
Ben didn' coss nuff'n, en dar ain' no dorgs roun' here 
dat kin beat 'im much." 
"Dat de truf, she's yer born, 'cep'n hits my ole dorg 
Jim." 
"Yon dem dorgs now. Look at dat white setter 
dorg, he look like he jes' ben wash, now." 
"Ya, en er reck'n dat's dey brag pinter dorg up 
dar on de poach what hole he haid so high, like he 
gwine fine pattergies in de trees." 
"Goo' mor'n, Mis' Corry." 
"Good morning. Frank, where's your father?" 
"He could'n com' ter day, sur, cause 'e's git'n 'is 
corn in, so 'e saunt me'n Ellick ter bring ole Ben, en 
'e tole me 'e reck'n me 'n Ellick hed better go hunt'n 
wid yer, 'cause Ben would'n stay wid j^er ef me 'n 
him did'n stay." 
"Say, sonny, is your dog a good one?" (this from 
one of the visitors.) 
"Yassur, he rite good kinder dorg." 
"Will he find quail and hold them?' 
"Yassur, he kin fine 'em, en 'e stan' 'em orrite, too." 
"Will he chase hares?" 
"Yassur, sumtime he do, when 'e go rabbit hunt'n 
wid me 'n Ellick, en 'e kin kech 'em, too." 
"Well, we do not want a hare chasing dog along, he 
will ruin the day's sport." 
"He ain' gwine run 'em ef 'e no yer hunt'n birds." 
"Very well, I guess you can come along and show 
us where the quail are, as Mr. Corry cannot go, but 
we are going to show you to-day what good dogs 
are, sonny." 
"Yassur, ole Ben ain' gwine bother yer none, er 
reck'n." 
So of? we went, each visitor mounted, Ellick and I 
on Sam and the city dogs galloping over the field in a 
wild, joyous, aimless fashion, heads up and tails go- 
ing a Hvely clip, which I learned Avas great style, a 
term until then unknown to me. They were certainly 
merry goers, and the way they ate up the ground was 
destined to put them out of the game at an early hour. 
But no birds, of course not — we were crossing a closely 
grazed blue grass sod, which old Ben well know, and 
seeing the direction we took, he leisurely trotted a 
short distance ahead, leading the cavalcade to Smith's 
"old field," in those days a paradise for quail and 
hares. As we approached the "line" fence, over it the 
city dogs leaped and wildly they bounded through rag- 
weed and underbrush, putting up one covey before we 
got down the "draw-bars" and paying absolutely no at- 
tention to the constant blasts of the whistles, which 
were to me an innovation, as the "Hie on!" "Steady!" 
and sassafras switch were the only training accessories 
with which I was familiar. The old brown dog crawled 
under the fence and then got down to business. He 
knew every inch of that field, far better than I, and 
very shortly it was: 
"Hey! dar dey is, ole Ben got 'em," and sure enough, 
there he was, frozen stiff, on a ditch bank. Then such 
calling of dogs to "back" you never heard. Up came 
the white setter and rushed pell mell into the bevy, 
receiving as a reward therefor a look of surprise and 
contempt from Ben and a sound whipping from his 
owner. Such shooting you never saw — eight shots and 
only one bird to show for them, and but of all the dm 
came Ellick's surprised ejaculation: 
"Law! Mis' Frank, ain' no smoke come out'n dem 
guns." 
And that was true; I had then my mtroduction to 
smokeless powder. Then followed flush after flush as 
the city dogs rushed wildly about, putting up bird after 
bird, each rise bringing forth a volume of execrations, 
the only redeeming feature on that covey being two un- 
disturbed points by Ben, and his stock at once went 
to par. 
"Dem dorgs ain' no 'count, nohow. Dey better take 
'em home en let ole Ben hunt fur 'cm. He am' gwine 
run in de birds dat fool way." 
"Dat so, Ellick, but dey ain' gwine keep dat up long. 
Dey gwine break deysef down 'fo' twelve er'clock. 
Er reck'n dey think ole Ben wuff rite smart by now." 
As predicted, so it happened, and long before twelve 
o'clock all the high-bred hunters had been sent to the 
house, and frOm then on there was excellent sport over 
the country dog, who put up during the afternoon sev- 
eral of the grandstand plays, for which he was so 
famous in that neighborhood. 
Only one event interrupted the sport, and that was 
the most exciting of the day for Ellick and myself. 
In going from one hunting ground to another, we Avere 
crossing a large open "new ground" field, with little 
cover, in the very middle of which the dog jumped a 
hare- The prospect of such a sight race was too much 
for our decorum, so down from the horse we slid and 
"hied on" and "whooped up" old Ben, and the fun we 
three had was something great. Straight up the near- 
est hill, the dog close behind, went the rabbit, and 
just as we thought her finished, she doubled, sending 
the pointer completely over on his back. Down the 
sheep path, in which I was following, she came, ears 
flat and eyes sparkling with fright, and instinctively 
I stooped and held my old black, slouch hat right in 
the path. Thinking it a hole, Miss Molly dived right 
into it, and over went rabbit, hat and boy in a cloud 
of dust, as I made a frantic effort to get my hands on 
her, but through them she slipped, down the path and 
up the next hill she went like a streak of lightning, old 
Ben now again close at her heels. But the pace was 
too hot for her, and again she doubled, and, passing 
the line of horsemen, even they forgot their dignity 
and lustily cheered the race. But the old lady's end 
was near, for her course took her within twenty yards 
of Ellick, and a flying stone striking her head, ended 
her mad career. 
The excitement over, I awakened to the scandalous 
breach of ethics and commenced to stammer some 
crude apology for both the dog and myself, but one 
of the men cut me short with, "That's all right, Bud, 
I would not have missed that chase for all the quails 
in the State." 
That was a great day's sport, but it had a sad ending 
for me. The hunt terminating on Fleetwood farm, the 
most direct way home for Ellick and myself was 
through Brandy Station, and as we had been given all 
the hares shot that day, the temptation to trade some 
of them for ginger cakes and stick candy was too great 
for our youthful ideas of sportsmanship. 
Meeting my companion the following morning in the 
cow pen, the following conversation occurred; 
"What yer ben cry'n 'bout?" 
"Pa lick me las' nite." 
"What he lick yer fur?" 
"Caus'er sole dem rabbits down Brandy yestiddy." 
"He didn'n lick yer much, did 'e?' 
"Yas, he lick me wus'n 'e did dat time I cut off de 
tails er all dem 'Yorkshur' shotes en 'e took mer nife 
erway." 
"Er don' see how cum 'e lick yer, he must' er ben 
jes' mad so." 
The cause of that whipping is still a mystery to 
Ellick. Franklin Stearns. 
A Deer Hunt in Java. 
While Ferrari, my landlord, and myself were de- 
tained at Sagranteu, awaiting the reports from scouts 
sent to locate a female rhinoceros and young one, we 
received an invitation from an old Hadji to visit him 
and enjoy a deer hunt, which he would arrange for our 
especial benefit. Accordingly, we journeyed over to the 
Hadji's abode, and found everything prepared for our 
amusement and comfort. As the house was quite a 
small one, I wondered where our sleeping quarters were 
located, and was surprised to find how easily the prob- 
lem was solved. The roof of the domicile projected 
some eight or ten feet beyond the front wall, so as to 
form a porch along the entire front of the building. 
A couple of bamboo mats were hung at each end of 
the portico, two more, about six feet in width, were 
pendant along the front, and a curtain from them back 
to the front wall completed two unique dormitories, 
with our beds laid on the floor. It was late in the day 
Avhen we arrived, and we found that the Hadji was 
engaged, reciting his usual afternoon prayers; but he 
soon made his appearance from the diminutive build- 
ing, which was used solely for that purpose, and stood 
but a short distance in front of his house, under the 
shade of a magnificent Palmyra palm tree. He imme- 
diately started several of his attendants to give notice 
to his neighbors to be on hand at an early hour the 
next day, to assist in detecting traces of our timid 
game. 
We had just finished our evening meal, and were 
seated in front of the house enjoying our cheroots when 
one of the Hadji's retainers put in an appearance, and 
after salaaming, announced that a wild boar had just 
been driven out of the rice patch, and as it would be 
very apt to repeat its pillage, he suggested the pro- 
priety of constructing a trap for its capture. The 
Hadji gave orders for its immediate construction, and 
before bod time it was finished, and carried down and 
deposited close to the hole, which the depredator had 
made through the fence, enclosing the patch. It was 
constructed of bamboo, and was simply an elongated 
affair, with a trap door at one end, and trigger at the 
other, so that the animal would strike it in turning to 
retreat by the same passage, by which he had obtained 
entrance. While breakfasting the next morning a mes- 
senger put in an appearance and reported that the rob- 
ber had been detected foraging in the patch, and the 
hole, by which he had entered, was closed, without 
putting him on his guard. HastiW finishing our meal 
and lighting cheroots, we hurried off down to the 
patch, when the trap was placed in position, and the 
gap reopened. The attendants then clambered over 
the fence at the farther portion of the inclosure, and 
soon had the robber hurrying for the opening, through 
which he plunged, without divining the trap that had 
been arranged for his capture. So soon as he discov- 
ered how he had been duped, he made furious attempts 
to scape, and it required several men to hold the trap 
down, while others passed three bamboo poles under- 
neath and lashed them fast, .so that the crate could be 
carried to the house. During the entire day he never 
ceased his attempts to escape, and the next morning, 
much to my sorrow, was found with his neck broken, 
xne Hadji seemed as much grieved as myself at the 
unfortunate termination of the affair, and promised to 
use every effort in his power, to secure for me an- 
other specimen before my departure from the neigh- 
borhood. He succeeded and sent me a pair of young 
ones. This I considered the acme of politeness, as 
Mahometans look on all of the porcine family with a 
loathing equal to that of the Israehtes. 
It was late in the afternoon when the scouts returned 
and reported that they had discovered the whereabouts 
of a pair of deer, and on the following day would 
place Ferrari and myself in well screened positions, 
from which one or both of us would be likeh^ to get 
a shot. Our breakfast was finished at an early hour 
the next morning, and under the guidance of the 
scouts we were taken about half a mile distant and 
placed in carefully constructed ambushes about 300 
yards apart, located on the border of a jungle, fronting 
on a beautiful meadow, which was used as a pasture 
for the Hadji's buffaloes. The scouts then separated- 
into two parties, going in opposite directions, with the 
intention of penetrating the jungle about half a mile 
on each side of us, forming a semicircle around the 
game, and then driving it out into the meadow. For 
some time I had been watching a Javan parrakeet, 
whose peculiar note had attracted my attention, when 
I saw it show evident signs of uneasiness, which cul- 
minated into a rapid flight beyond my vision. 
Remaining perfectly quiescent, in expectation of see- 
ing a deer, I was startled by the appearance of a wild 
dog, sneaking along under the thickly grown under- 
growth. Just then, several grunts caused me to look 
aloft, when I was surprised to see a troop of silvery 
Gibbons approaching along the branches of the sur- 
rounding trees, and evidently bent on annoying their 
canine enemy. They congregated just above the dog 
and indulged in all sorts of insulting antics, frequently 
descending so low that he made several attempts to 
spring up and catch them, which were, always evaded 
by their surprising agility. I became so intensely in- 
terested in their movements that I became oblivious 
as to the cause of my being so thoroughly secreted, 
when it suddenly struck me that to succed in my orig- 
inal purpose it would be necessary to rid the vicinity 
of the intruders. Suddenly rising up in full view of 
both parties, I was highly amused at their frantic ef- 
orts to depart from my immediate neighborhood. The 
dog gave an angry growl and dived into the closely 
packed undergrowth, while his tormentors gave an ex- 
hibition of flying trapeze performances that would have 
amazed their human imitators. It required a strong 
effort on my part to prevent myself from bursting out 
into a hearty laugh at their frantic efforts to get out 
of my sight, but the cansciousness of preserving com- 
plete silence, in order to succeed in my attempt to se- 
cure my game, caused me to again sink out of sight 
with the least possible noise. 
I had been quiet for a comparativelj^ short time when 
I detected the sound of something stealthily passing 
through the jungle, on my extreme right. Softly lying 
down and peering through the stems of the under- 
growth, I caught sight of a deer's feet slowly moving 
along toward the edge of the jungle. Waiting a few 
moments, I suddenly rose up with my Winchester at 
my shoulder ready for a snap shot, when a buck's head 
was thrust through the foliage, about fifty steps dis- 
tant. With the crack of the rifle it vanished, and by 
the floundering which followed I judged that my bullet 
had flitted truly, and cautiously pressed forward to as- 
certain if my surmise was correct. To my great satis- 
faction I found the body of a male Rusa deer, with a 
bullet hole just between the ej^es. I had but a short 
time for self-congratulation before I was joined by 
several of the scouts, who had been attracted by the dis- 
charge of the rifle. They were just in the act of lift- 
ing up the carcass when the report of Ferrari's rifle 
was heard, and I secretly hoped that he had been as 
successful as myself. When we reached the edge of 
the jungle the body was laid on the grass that I might 
have a good look at my game, and on examination I 
was struck with the resemblance, in several points, to 
our elk or wapiti deer. Ferrari soon joined us, and I 
Avas sorry to learn that his shot at the female was un- 
successful. The body of the buck was again lifted on 
to the shoulders of the scouts, and we made our way 
to the Hadji's house, where one portion was reserved 
for our host, another for the Raden Sastra Soedibdja, 
and the balance handed over to the retainers, who had 
so cleverly arranged the hunt. 
We then seated ourselves to enjoy a meal of curry 
and rice, and were just finishing when a messenger 
arrived and handed the Hadji a communication from 
the Raden, announcing the location of the female 
rhinoceros and young one, by the Raden' s scouts. The 
missive consisted of a joint of bamboo, on which was 
scratched, by the point of a knife, the interesting news, 
which taught me a new addition to the multiform uses 
of this wonderful wood. Bidding the^ Hadji farewell, 
we returned to Sagranteu, where we' found that the 
Raden had made all the necessary preparations for 
our immediate departure for the neighborhood of the 
mother and her youngster. 
Frank J. Thompson. 
"Willatd Ames Drowns a Buck* 
New York. Nov. 12. — Editor Forest and Stream: T 
know how loyal and just you are in the line of and pro- 
tection of game, and I think I was never more disgusted 
in my life than on reading the inclosed article, which 1 
clipped from the New York Sun of Saturday last. A 
more brutal and inhuman action I never read of, and I 
only wish there was a law that could reach and punish 
such men as the perpetrator of this deed. 
"Uttca, Nov. 6.— Miss Kate Buttrick and her escort, 
Willard Ames, both residents of Malone, and members of 
a house party at Indian Lake, in the Adirondack's, were 
standing on the shore of the lake early Wednesday morn- 
ing, when 1hey saw a large buck in the water, twenty 
yards off. They lost no time in getting into a boat, and 
although they had no gun they went after the deer with 
the purpose of getting it, and they succeeded. 
"Keeping the boat between the deer and the shore, they 
so tired it that it made little resistance when Mr. Ames 
seized it by the horns and kept its head under water until 
it was drowned. The buck was then towed to the dock 
in triumph, where the assembled guests, who were watch- 
ing the struggle, Avarmly congratulated the occupants of 
the boat on their success. The buck weighed nearly 200 
pounds." 
I trust you will take this matter up and exploit it in 
your paper, so that all true sportsmen may see it, and in 
that way the perpetrator of this inhumanity may be 
reached, if not legally, morally. L. W. Johnson. 
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