The Duck Hunters

Several Galveston gentlemen started last Sunday early for the purpose of desecrating that day. They cariied guns and flasks with them for that purpose. The flasks were not as dry inside as a powder horn. They were not that kind of flasks. Finally they saw ducks, and proceeded to organize a campaign plan. They crawled up on the ducks on their stomachs - that is, ontheirown (the hunters') stomachs - and, blazing away killed two ducks. The Sunday hunters secured their prty, aud proceeded to the cabin of a c'arkey close by for the hunters were hungry. They told him they would shower down wealth upon him, if he would cook their wild ducks for breakfast. The old darkey turned thoae wild ducks over and exclaimed: "Dem ar is my tame ducks, and dey is wuff fifty cents apiece. Dey is so tame dey runs after me wheneber I goes down to de pond." Tben thehanters looked ateacb other and said : "Don't let us teil anything about it for fear the Sifter may get hold of it," and they paid over one silver dollar to the old African for his pet ducks, which he did eook for them. But the best of the joke is that the old darkey lied, for the ducks were really wild ducks, after all; but the Galveston sportsmen did not know the difference. The old darkey makes as much as ten dollars a Sunday, by going out and claiming all the wild ducks that are shot, as his tame ducks. In every instance the huntsman hands over the money. The Baltimore Gazette accuses a lady, whose real ñaméis Mrs. Reimenschneider, of traveling under an asaumed name. We don't blame her.