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Show .... r- - - . , -... - f v-lo--. f-j the-o:i4!u-itr rave a : ;'c; f at.tv r 5w r'.i-r. .: Cloned, l-.r --tarrt.ci rr. j.Ie-l;a.er., " :. -:ntirr ! .hor - Cutr uli he ; wo - d fori tie f '..-Ei:u' a: 1 atd f.nd the! earla. ' ' . - VarcfJ!." advised'1 Csr?on. "the nay'' be only wounded. -and if so it would be dangerous.. . I shot for the head." . I "Its head? exclalbied Cotter In astonishment. as-tonishment. "Why.- how could you see an .eagrle'a head that tar away?" and K.It only lauphed for reply.' ' Capt. Cutler' found both"eg-!e and lamb !ead;. the talons of 'on leg still burled In the .neck of the Jamb, which welrhed about twenty pounds. Re-turr.ng Re-turr.ng to the cabin. tr.e.Captaln said: "The eagle, was .shot. . through ths throat." ' . "The throat!" sail-Carson. "Well, the eagle was so, fat oft Jt. was hard to Judje the distance. I shot at its head by aiming a. little 'above- It. I should have aimed half an iach higher." i . Kit Carson was tv crac'.c thot In t' e Kocky mountains darlrr l 's fc ' many are the stories told on the fron-t:;r fron-t:;r of J.Is quick eye ar.i vir.crrl.-j aim. There will never be another Kit Carson, Car-son, for there is no lcr.??r a treat and unknown wilderness tJ deve'.cp men of his peculiar type. Occa Anally you will find in the 'West gray-haJred, sturdy old pioneers who knew Kit Carson Car-son la bis prime, when the aim cf Ms rlSe meant death; for he was often beard to say, "I can kill as far as my rifle can carry." Capt. I W. '. Cutler, one cf the proprietors of the Denver Field and Farm, was a " '69." and knew Kit Carson Car-son weU; and tn a recent conversation related an incident in the life of the old hunted and scout which showed his wonderful skill with the rifle, and the story told me by Capt. Cutler probably recalls as fine a shot as Kit Carson ever made, and cf which the captain was eye-witness. It was in the spring of 1863, and Capt Cutler, then Deputy United States Marshal, was en routs to Fort Bend, below Pueblo. The country was sparsely sparse-ly settled, only here and there finding find-ing a small settlement along the Ar-kansaw Ar-kansaw river, which he was following. He was traveling alone on horseback, and on the second morning of his Journey Jour-ney broke camp very early, starting at dawn. He had followed the course of the river some distance when. Just at sunrise, the loneliness of the Journey was relieved by the sight of a cabin in a heavy growth of cottonwoods on the Arkansaw. Just at this' moment ' he saw a monster Rocky mountain eagle darting down almost with the rapidity of lightning. light-ning. Near the cabin was a corral in which were a large number of sheep, and thither the eagle was bent for prey. Reining up his horse, the Captain waited the result. There was a wUd bleating and a rapid flight of sheep, but, a moment after the eagle rose from the corral bearing a large lamb with it. The lamb did not seem to Impede its flight in the least, and the great strength of the eagle could be discerned by the breaking of some branches hear the top of the trees by the fearful stroke of its wings. Upward and upward up-ward it soared, the course of its flight being not far from the perpendicular. At this moment a woman came out of the cabin, and. seeing the eagle with the lamb in his talons, uttered a shriek, and hastened to the house. A moment later Capt. Cutler saw a man come out of the cabin, a long rifle in hand. He was dressed In a slouch hat, pantaloons, and a white shirt. Just think of it a white shirt in Colorado as early as 1863. By this time the eagle was soaring high, with its course over the river. To the Captain it was becoming like a dark speck in the sky. and when he saw the man raise his rifle to shoot he said to himself, "I wonder what fool is going go-ing to try and shoot that eagle!" But hardly had he muttered the exclamation exclama-tion when there was a flash from the rifle. Only a second had the man looked toward the eagle, and the stock of the rifle had hardly reached his shoulder before he fired. For a moment it was difficult to tell the result of the shot, as the eagle was so far away. The speck became larger. The eagle had been hit It was falling. It came down slowly, for it fluttered desperately, desperate-ly, swooping its great wings, to retain its place in midair. It then circled round and round, and, losing control of its wings, eagle and lamb fell in some thick brush on the opposite sida of the river. . . ' With a look of amazement Capt. Cutler Cut-ler rode up to the cabin to learn the name of the man who had made such a wonderful shot. The man had been leaning on his rifle until the rider came near, when he exclaimed: k "HeHo, Capt. Cutler, is that your ' "Why. Jf it isn't Kit Carson!" said Cutler. . He dismounted, and the two old friends shook hands, and Cutler, continuing, con-tinuing, said: "I saw you coming out of the cabin, and was wondering what fool that was trying to kill that eagle. But had I known it was you, Kit. I would not have doubted it a moment." "Well," replied Kit. "I was a little in doubt myself, but I knew I would hit the bird if my gun would carry. I can hit as far as my gun will carry a bullet. But as luck would have it. my old rifle |