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Show . . Bullet and Shot. At Granite, Little Cottonwood, yesterday, yes-terday, there was a shooting affair of some kind. A pistol bullet ploughed a furrow through the scalp of Baruey Harvey, lifting some of the hair from its proper place. There were two or three versions oi tha aflair in circulation circu-lation last evening, but tho facts were uot obtainable. However, the shot was an accidental one. Harvey was brought to his home in tho Ninth ward by last night's train, and Dr. Benedict was called to dress the wound, which is not considered dangerous. Yesterday afternoon a couple of young men, who were hunting for small game in Emigration canon, were walking a short distance apart, when a bird flew up between them. One of the hunters brought his gun to bear oh the feathered songster, and pulling the trigger sont a charge of duck shot into not the bird, but the leg of his comrade, inflicting a painful flesh wound. Dr. Benedict dug the shut out of the young man's limb, which resembled the perforated end of a pepperbox. |