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Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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win an nod-ded his head. Legs, hey? he says. Yep—legs ! we says all to-gether. All right—legs! says he. We didnt say a word—it want nouse. We set th hunt for th next dayfrom nine to four. Bout a minute tonine Josh Wintergreen tooted off asonatty on a duck call which he used inth constable business for callin help—this bein th first time hed had to useit. Then we tore into th woods—Billsgang one way and mine another. In five minutes youd a swore thConfedrit army had surrounded thplace. I never heard sech a rattlin ancrashin of musketry as them leg hunt-ers kep up. I jedged itd take aboutsix drays to haul in th game they wasslaughterin. Bullets an gun wads kep whistlin through th air an th smell ofpowder growed powerful stimulatin. Pussonly, I want havin no spe-cial great luck, only pottin a leetle,weezened-up cottontail an a hen hawk.Once I run onto Deafy. Hed jestblazed away at somethin with both bar-rels an was chucklin fit to kill. I wasdrawin in my wind to congratulate th
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PUSSONLY, I WA N T HAVIN NO SPECIALGREAT LUCK. old snake when—say—wow! Some-thin nigh knocked me down! Thatornery pest had shot into a family ofskunks an he said hed wounded one.Jedgin by th air, however, I calclatedhed wounded about twenty-eight. Andth critter had got away at that. I went on, leavin old Deafy cram-min newspapers an shot into hisweapon, tickled as a kid. I searchedhigh an low, an walked till I wasblack in the face, but couldnt raiseanother thing all day. Finally I headedfor Buffums Emporium, feelin in myboots that my side was beat to a froth. 356 THE OUTING MAGAZINE We all lined up in front of thecounter an Bub Jones, th clerk, keptally of th killin. Bill Fikes throweddown three squirrels and a mink andthen winked at his men confidentialwhile Bub was countin up th legs.When I heaved in my dinky leetle rab-bit and hen hawk Bill nigh busted hisgallusses a-laughin. Sixteen to your six, Ez! he says.1 Hip! hip! hip Hold on! says old Buffum. Dont humiliate a fallen enem

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