Warwick Woodlands: Things as they Were There Twenty Years AgoHerbert, Henry William
General
Warwick Woodlands: Things as they Were There Twenty Years Ago
Herbert, Henry William
New York (State) -- Description and travel; Shooting
"Our plot had been well laid, and thus far had succeeded. I, with eleven
horsemen, drawn up in easy pistol shot one of the other, had taken our
ground in perfect silence; and, as we readily discovered, by the
untrodden surface of the snow, our enemies were as yet undisturbed. My
station was the extreme left of our line, as we faced westward, close to
the first ridge of the southern hill; and there I sat in mute
expectancy, my holsters thrown wide open, my Kuchenreuters loaded and
cocked, and my good ounce-ball rifle lying prepared within the hollow of
my arm.
"Within a short half hour I saw the second party, captained by our
friend Garry, coming up one by one, and forming silently and promptly
upon the hill side--and directly after I heard the crash and shout of
our beaters, as they plunged into the thicket at its westward end. So
far as I could perceive, all had gone well. Two sides, my own eyes told
me, were surrounded, and the continuous line in which the shouts ran all
along the farther end, would have assured me, if assurance had been
needful, for Tom himself commanded in that quarter, that all was
perfectly secure on that side. A Jerseyman, a hunter of no small repute,
had been detached with a fourth band to guard the open fields upon the
north; due time had been allotted to him, and, as we judged, he was upon
his ground. Scarce had the first yell echoed through the forest before
the pattering of many feet might be heard, mingled with the rustling of
the matted boughs throughout the covert--and as the beaters came on, a
whole host of rabbits, with no less than seven foxes, two of them gray,
came scampering through our line in mortal terror; but on they went
unharmed, for strict had been the orders that no shot should be fired,
save at the lawful objects of the chase. Just at this moment I saw
Garry, who stood a hundred feet above me on the hill, commanding the
whole basin of the swamp, bring up his rifle. This was enough for me--my
thumb was on the cock, the nail of my forefinger pressed closely on the
trigger-guard. He lowered it again, as though he had lost sight of his
object--raised it again with great rapidity, and fired. My eye was on
the muzzle of his piece, and just as the bright stream of flame glanced
from it, distinctly visible in the dim of morning twilight, before my
ear had caught the sound of the report, a sharp long snarl rose from the
thicket, announcing that a wolf was wounded. Eagerly, keenly did I
listen; but there came no further sound to tell me of his whereabouts.
"'I hit him,' shouted Garry, 'I hit him then, I swon; but I guess not so
badly, but he can travel still. Look out you, Archer, he's squatted in
the thick there, and won't stir 'till they get close a top on him.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account