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Show OUTNiMRODS OLD N1M, Tfco I'ctiiliimi Pot hunter TelM Story of thn Cham Convincingly. Frank Tlmlns, the Petaluma pothunter, pot-hunter, had tho floor, and tho crowd around the stove breathlessly awaltod a thrilling Btory of tho chaso. "You want a story of the chase, oh?" repeated Tlmlns. "Woll, I'll tell you about the greatest bit of chasln' I ever did in my lifo. I wuz out huntln ono day fer quail with my ol' muzzle- l0;8j' shot-gun, when three quail )pjh up out of bush right ahead of SrQno flow to the right, ono to the f left"5athe other straight ahead, but j I gotom all threo." "Killed threo quail going In different directions with a muzzlo-loadlng shotgun?" shot-gun?" repeated ono of the listeners, in-creduously. in-creduously. . "Yep; that's what I done." "Your gun must have had threo bar-roll, bar-roll, thon." "Nop; only two." "How did you do it?" "Well, I killed the ono that wont to the right with tho right barrel; then, qulpk as a flnsh, I killed tho ono that wont to the left with the oth,er barrel; then I took after tho ono that went straight ahead nnd knocked tho stuffln' out of It with the rnmrod." "I wouldn't bellevo thut if I told it ' myself," declared ono of the assoiU' blage. "Huh!" That ain't nothln'. I killed six quail with ono barrel nnre. and thoy wuz all flyln' in dllferent directions." "Run em nil down?" I "Nop. never movod out o' my I trnds. When they nil started out o' the tamo bunch of grnsa I held tho gun away over to the right, an" as It went off I swop' It nroun to the loft. The result waB that I slung shot In every dlrettlon, name as you can sling water outen a pan, an' a little of the ohot kotched ov'ry one," |
