JUNE 9, 1906. | 
FOREST AND STREAM. 

><; Bill Found Camp. 
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Austin, Tex.—J. S. Benner, of this city, noted 
throughout Texas as a hunter and newspaper 
man, got lost while on a hunt for deer ona big 
ranch in southwest Texas. His description says: 
“T was hunting away in La Salle county—on 
the O’Connor ranch, thirty-five miles northwest 
of Cotulla. I was riding a common old;bay cow 
pony, who gloried in the poetic and unusual 
name of Bill. The day was cloudy, and a slow, 
drizzling rain was falling, just hard enough to 
form big pendant drops upon the dense mes- 
quite bushes, that would land gracefully and 
damply all over me at a touch, wetting me stead- 
ily to my skin and making me fancy that the sad- 
dle seat was an overflowing washtub. I was very 
wet, and every time I held my feet out on Bill’s 
hips to avoid the thorns of the prickly pear I 
poured from one to seven gallons of very cold 
water out of my boot-tops. 
“At sundown it grew intensely dark, and I was 
three miles from camp. I was as hungry as a 
country boy in a country store, and felt like eat- 
ing a raw steak off the big fat buck I had tied 
securely ,behind my saddle. 
turned around. I wasn’t lost, but I didn’t know 
where I was. I knew where camp was, but could 
not recall the direction. I was perfectly sure I 
could point to the north, but when I lit a match 
and looked at my pocket compass it declared that 
north was in an entirely opposite direction. 
“T pulled old Bill around and started toward 
camp, but he didn’t want to go that way. The 
old fool would reluctantly obey the rein and spur 
as long as I vigorously applied them, but just as 
soon as I relaxed my efforts he would circle 
around gradually so as not to attract my atten- 
tion, and go in a direction which I knew to be 
wrong. 
“For an hour or more I tugged and pulled and 
spurred and called Bill names he never heard be- 
fore, and cast reflections on his parentage, until 
I grew desperate. Then I dropped the reins on 
his neck, and said: ‘Now, you blank wall-eyed 
relic of a debased ancestry, you can go to the 
devil for all I care. I guess I can ride as far as 
you can walk, and I hope by daylight you will 
be forty miles north of Pearsall, so I can gallop 
you all the way back. Now, go it, darn your 
old cactus-lined hide—go it!’ 
“As soon as Bill discovered that the ‘buck was 
up to him,’ he heaved several sighs of great size 
and struck out directly in the opposite directicn 
from camp. He jumped over prickly pears, 
swiped me through thorny, water-ladened thick- 
ets, until I had half the thorns in La Salle county 
sticking in my anatomy, and felt like a pin 
cushion. I only stopped once long enough to wet 
myself thoroughly on the inside and laboriously 
light a cigar after exhausting half a box of 
matches. For an hour Bill plunged straight as 
an arrow-head. When he encountered a bunch of 
pears too high to jump, he went through them, 
and I carried off the ‘stickers’ in triumph. After 
wetting up thoroughly on the inside, I felt better 
and was beginning to enjoy the ride, when away 
through the thickets I caught the glimmer of a 
big fire and numerous lanterns, and in a few mo- 
ments Bill dragged me through a dense mesquite 
thicket and trotted up to the camp. 
“Now the question is, how in the devil did he 
find it, especially when he went in the wrong 
direction? The only solution of the mystery is 
that, like Columbus, he believed the earth was 
round, and went clear around the whole lay-out. 
He got there, just the same, and forced me to the 
conclusion that in some instances horse sense is 
far more valuable than man sense.”—St. Louis 
Globe-Democrat. 

An Albany watchmaker to whom a watch that 
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sion was taken, found that some of the works 
were so badly rusted that they were useless. “If,” 
said he, “you had dropped your watch in oil as 
soon as you took it out of the water, or, better 
yet, have dropped it into alcohol or any kind of 
strong liquor, it would have cost you nothing but 
the cleaning.” 
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