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Daewoo Forklift G20e 3 To Gc30e 3 Electric Schematic Sb4060e00
Daewoo Forklift G20e 3 To Gc30e 3 Electric Schematic Sb4060e00
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EN FAMILLE
About three o'clock in the afternoon, we sat down to rest on the
bank of the creek. We had been there but a few minutes, when a
good sized black bear came shambling along up the bank of the
creek, looking for salmon. The Indians saw him when a hundred
yards or more away, and flattened themselves out on the ground to
await his nearer approach. I raised my rifle to my shoulder, but they
both motioned me to wait, that he was yet too far away. I
disregarded their injunction, however, and promptly landed an
express bullet in the bear's breast. He reared, uttered a smothered
groan, turned, made one jump, and fell dead. Now arose the
question of saving his skin; it was late, and we were yet three miles
from the Indian village; to skin the bear then meant to camp there
for the night, and as the rain still came down in a steady, heavy
sheet, I at once decided that I would not stay out there another
night for the best bear skin in the country. Seymour and John held a
short consultation, and then John said they would come back and
get the skin next day, and take it in lieu of the money I owed them
for their services. We struck a bargain in about a minute, and
hurried on, arriving at the village just as it grew dark. My rubber
coat and high rubber boots had kept me comparatively dry, but the
poor Indians were wet to the skin.
CHAPTER XVIII.
N arriving at Chehalis John kindly invited me to stop over night
with him, but I declined with thanks. I went into his house, however,
to wait while he got ready to take me down to Barker's. It was the
same type of home that nearly all these Indians have—a large
clapboard building about eight feet high, with smoked salmon hung
everywhere and a fire in the centre of the room, which, by the way,
was more of a smoke than fire, curing the winter provender. A pile of
wood lay in one corner of the room, some empty barrels in another,
fish-nets were hung in still another, and the family lived, principally,
in the fourth. John lives with his father-in-law, mother-in-law, two
brothers-in-law, one sister-in-law, his wife and three papooses.
Blankets, pots, tinware and grub of various kinds were piled up
promiscuously in this living corner, and the little undressed kids
hovered and shivered around the dull fire, suffering from the cold.
We were soon in the canoe again, en route to the steamboat
landing, where we arrived soon after dark. I regretted to part with
John, for I had found him a good, faithful servant and staunch
friend. I was glad to get rid of Seymour, however, for I had learned
that he was a contemptible sneak, and told him so in as many
words.
En route home I had about two hours to wait at Port Moody for
the boat. There were great numbers of grebes and ducks in the bay,
and I asked the dock foreman if there was any rule against shooting
there. He said he guessed not; he had never seen anyone shooting
there, but he guessed there wouldn't be any objection. I got out my
rifle and two boxes of cartridges and opened on the birds. The ducks
left at once, but the grebes sought safety in diving, and as soon as
the fusillade began a number of gulls came hovering around,
apparently to learn the cause of the racket. I had fine sport between
the two, and a large audience to enjoy it with me. In ten minutes
from the time I commenced shooting all the clerks in the dock office,
all the freight hustlers in the warehouse, all the railroad section men,
the ticket-agent and baggage-master, numbering at least twenty
men in the aggregate, were clustered around me, and their
comments on my rifle and shooting were extremely amusing. Not a
man in the party had ever before seen a Winchester express, and
the racket it made, the way in which the balls plowed up the water,
and the way the birds, when hit, vanished into thin air and a few
feathers, were mysteries far beyond their power to solve. At the first
lull in the firing half a dozen of them rushed up and wanted to
examine the rifle, the fancy finish and combination sights of which
were as profoundly strange to them as to the benighted Indians.
They soon handed it back to me, however, with the request to
resume hostilities against the birds; they preferred to see the old
thing work rather than to handle it. The gulls were soaring in close,
and six shots, rapidly delivered, dropped three of them into the
water, mutilated beyond recognition. This was the climax; the idea of
killing birds on the wing, with a rifle, was something these men had
never before heard of, and two or three examined my cartridges to
see if they were not loaded with shot, instead of bullets. When they
found this suspicion was groundless they were beside themselves
with wonder and admiration of the strange arm. As a matter of fact,
it required no particular skill to kill the gulls on the wing, for they
were the large gray variety, and frequently came within twenty or
thirty feet of me, so that anyone who could kill them with a shotgun
could do so with a rifle.
Finally the steamer came in and I went aboard. The train arrived
soon after and several of its passengers boarded the boat. The gulls
were now hovering about the steamer, picking up whatever particles
of food were thrown overboard from the cook-room. One old
Irishman, who had come in on the train from the interior wilds,
walked out on the quarter deck and looking at them intently for a
few minutes, turned to me and inquired:
"Phwat kind of burds is thim—geese?"
"Yes," I said, "thim's geese, I reckon."
"Well, be gorry, if I had a gun here I'd shoot some o'thim"; and he
went and told his companions "there was a flock of the tamest wild
geese out thare ye iver sawed."
A SNAP SHOT WITH A DETECTIVE CAMERA.