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Show END OF WONDERFUL GUN Did Its Duty to the Finish But the Strain Wat More Than It Could Bear and Survive. Not long ngo an ex-governor of Michigan, a Cleveland capitalist, nnd soveral friends wero in tho big woods near Turtle Lake, guided by Sam Sampson, a fnmuus hunter and trapper. Samo possossos a gun with a barrel flvo foet long, but onco, according ac-cording to bis Btory, ho bad a still longer one. "It was a wonderful gun," ho said to tho ex-governor. "I could kill a b'nr as fur off as I could see Mm, an' that gun was as knowing as a man. If it hadn't been fur that. It would novel ha' busted 1" "How did you break It?" riBkod ono of the hunters. "I strained it f death," said the old guldo soberly. "I was out hunting one day when I soon a buck ad seven docs a-standln' closo onto me. I pulled up old Beetle that's what I called th' gun and was Jest sjoln t let go when I heard an awful funny noise over my head. "I looked up 'n thoro was more'n ten million wild geese a'sallln' over mo. Thoro I was in a prodlcamont. I wanted th' gecBO V I wanted tho deer. "At lest I aimed at th' goose an' let silver, flcotle must ha' knowod I wanted both, fur that was th' end of tho old gun. Tho strain on her was too much, an' both barrels busted. "Th' shot in ono of 'em killed the buck, th' shot in th' other killed ten goese, and when Bcetlo died shr klcked o hard I was knocked into s crick. But when I come out my bootlegs was full o' fish. I ain't never seen another soch gun as Beetle." Llpplncott'a Magazine. |