All About Two Squirrels

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ALL ABOUT TWO SQUIRRELS
On the morning of the 9th inst., two distinguished gentlemen from Providence, R. I., made a flying trip to Connecticut to enjoy a day’s shooting. Stopping at the quiet little station at Sterling, they procured a team to convey them to the house of E.G. Potter, which they made their starting place. From their accompanying accoutrements, it was plain to be seen that "squirrel" was their chief object. They were well prepared for scouring the woods and stood it bravely for a few hours, when one of them, meeting with a slight accident to the most prominent member of his face, (no offence to that nose) came to the conclusion that he could not turn the management of fire-arms to as good account as he could his knowledge of "Blackstone." Therefore he proposed that a change be made. Resigning his gun and place in the hunt to friend Potter, he took up the latter’s unfinished work of pulling turnips, which was indeed a very unlawyer-like occupation, but by completing the job before the hunters returned he proved that his "bump of perseverance" was very prominent, and that he was not the one to back out of a bad bargain when once made. This being his first attempt at farming, we think that to him and not the hunters belong the laurels. Hunting being ended for the day they took their departure, evidently well pleased with the day’s doings. The amount of game secured was very satisfactory as, of course, they did not wish to infringe on the rights of the resident hunters, neither did they wish to be over-burdened on their homeward trip, and therefore one was contented with a, "feather in his cap" while the other was the happy possessor of BOTH SQUIRRELS! Hoping to see our city friends again, we will offer a few suggestions which may be of some value. To one we would say, do not leave the " string" in your overcoat pocket, but secure your glasses before starting for the woods. And to the other: If you would exercise a little more judgment in the amount of ammunition needed, you would not be obliged to resort to target shooting to use the surplus cartridge, and by so doing run the risk of getting beat.

ALL ABOUT TWO SQUIRRELS

On the morning of the 9th inst., two distinguished gentlemen from Providence, R. I., made a flying trip to Connecticut to enjoy a day’s shooting. Stopping at the quiet little station at Sterling, they procured a team to convey them to the house of E.G. Potter, which they made their starting place.

From their accompanying accoutrements, it was plain to be seen that "squirrel" was their chief object. They were well prepared for scouring the woods and stood it bravely for a few hours, when one of them, meeting with a slight accident to the most prominent member of his face, (no offence to that nose) came to the conclusion that he could not turn the management of fire-arms to as good account as he could his knowledge of "Blackstone."

Therefore he proposed that a change be made. Resigning his gun and place in the hunt to friend Potter, he took up the latter’s unfinished work of pulling turnips, which was indeed a very unlawyer-like occupation, but by completing the job before the hunters returned he proved that his "bump of perseverance" was very prominent, and that he was not the one to back out of a bad bargain when once made.

This being his first attempt at farming, we think that to him and not the hunters belong the laurels. Hunting being ended for the day they took their departure, evidently well pleased with the day’s doings. The amount of game secured was very satisfactory as, of course, they did not wish to infringe on the rights of the resident hunters, neither did they wish to be over-burdened on their homeward trip, and therefore one was contented with a, "feather in his cap" while the other was the happy possessor of BOTH SQUIRRELS!

Hoping to see our city friends again, we will offer a few suggestions which may be of some value. To one we would say, do not leave the " string" in your overcoat pocket, but secure your glasses before starting for the woods. And to the other: If you would exercise a little more judgment in the amount of ammunition needed, you would not be obliged to resort to target shooting to use the surplus cartridge, and by so doing run the risk of getting beat.

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