A LIVELY TIME WHILE KILLING AND DRESSING THE MEAT OF
By S. C. Turnbo
"On one occasion," said Simon Herrean, "while I was hunting on Shoal Creek early one morning I saw a fine bunch of deer on the side of the hill just west of where the Protem, Mo., graveyard is now. The deer did not seem to be wild and I took a position behind a black stump and shot one of the deer down. The others shied off a few yards and stopped until I reloaded my gun and killed another one. I repeated my shots from my old muzzle loader until I had slain five of them when the remainder of the bunch took the hint and ran beyond my view. I had a job on my hands now in removing the hides, dressing the meat and carrying it home to my fathers house on the creek a mile and a half south of where I had killed them."
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