Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 36, Number 57, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 March 1904 — Spire Bussell Again Busy. [ARTICLE]

Spire Bussell Again Busy.

Two Wild Geese and One Fierce Wolf Were His Record Thursday. The last time Squire Charley Bussell, of Hanging Grove, had what he considered a reap busy day, was along the line of his magisterial duties. That day he opened court at five o’clock in the morning, and before dark had half the people of his own and several neighboring townships either clears 1 or c mvicted. or sued ,0* <q*oted. Now he b>s had another busy day, but this time he used his trusty gun, rather than his rusty law book. Thursday the first fl ick of wild geese to cross the Ouio river this spring wandere 1 into his township, and as two, of them appeared to have his ear marks on, he bagged them both before breakfast.

A little later in the day he started across the fields to McCoysburg, to get his mail, and took his gun, of oourse. As he was : parsing through some old dry ;grass in a swamp he saw a a fresh 'spoor of a wolf iu the light snow, and had followed them only a short distance before he saw the wolf lying on a bunch of old hay, fast asleep aud dreaming of the green turkey season that was coming on apace. But alas! it was not the merry spriug time that was approaching with such a stealthy

step, but Squire Charley Bussell, avenger of the slaughtered turks, armed with a double barrel shot gun, loaded with No. 8 bflek-shot. He got within o dozen yard?, and that wo|r passed from the sleep of dreannr to the sleep of death, without a second's waking. The wolf having had his ears pouched by the couuly auditor for the $lO bounty, was then present ed to J.mitor Spriggs, of the Rensselaer school, to be mounted as part .of the school must urn, and where, in about the words of “Marco Bczzarie," he will have this epitaph. At noon-time in his dried grass tent, The Wolf lay dreaming of the hour, When Turks, their backs with fatness bent , Should tremble at his power. An hour passed on, that wolf woke not, That bright dream went no furder,' For Bussell pumped him full of shot, And Turks no more he'll murder.