THE MARSHALL REPUBLICAN — MAY 17, 1901
A Snipe Victim
A traveling man representing a St. Joe furniture house, visited Marshall recently, who proved to be a gentleman who had seen a great deal of the world and felt that he was much traveled. Notwithstanding the fact, that he, in his various trips, in which he had girdied the earth, had hunted the green mountain lion, the bengal tiger, etc., yet he, with some modesty, declared he had never been on a snipe hunt. Several of the young men of Marshall, who be it said to their credit are never lacking in courtesy, proposed a snipe hunt for Friday night, when they would introduce their up-to-date friend into the mysteries of hunting this much talked of bird.
Promptly at ten o’clock Friday night they started for Salt Fork, with all the needed paraphernalia for the trip. It being dark with a cold rain falling, made an ideal night for snipe. When eleven o’clock came the young man had been thoroughly drilled in all the mysteries necessary to secure success, and they left him alone on the other side of Salt Fork, where standing between two lighted lanterns he held the sack in the most approved fashion. The lanterns made things cheery for him in the silence of the night, giving him a fine opportunity of meditating upon the blessed fact that he could from this on add snipe hunting to his repertoire of gentlemanly sports and accomplishments.
After holding the sack for three hours or more in a pouring rain, he wisely decided that it must be a bad night
