True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young. Page: 125
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HOUSTON AND HOUSTONIANS 125
they will come back to investigate. Now, I get my deer by taking
advantage of that peculiarity they have. I drive a very
gentle horse, as you know-one that will stand and keep quiet
no matter where I leave him. I go out on the prairie and when
I see deer I drive up as close as I can, then sit perfectly still
until they go to feeding again if they have noticed me, and
then I slip out, get behind the wagon and pull off every stitch
of clothes I have on. Then I get down on my all-fours and back
up to the deer. Never go head first, for a deer will recognize
you at once and light out. Be careful not to show your head
at all. You must take plenty of time, move slowly, and you will
be surprised to find how close you can back up on a herd of
Now all that sounded right to the drummer. He had often
heard of the curiosity of deer and the colonel's plan was very
much in line with other plans of which he had heard. He said
nothing to the colonel about it but he made up his mind to try
his hand at the new scheme the very next day. He hired a twohorse
rig from the stable, got his gun and slipped off all alone
before daylight the next morning. About six miles out he discovered
a bunch of deer. ' He followed directions to the letter,
and though the deer gave no indications of having seen him, he
waited some time before getting out of the wagon to strip himself.
Finally he got out, went behind the wagon and was soon
in the condition that he was when he entered the world.
The next thing he did, after carefully placing his clothes in
the wagon, was to get down and begin backing on the deer
who were almost a mile away. He had a tough time of it with
hard clods and tough pieces of grass, but he was so excited
and elated at the idea of killing a deer that he did not mind
the hardships. He crawled and crawled, or rather he backed
and backed for a long time, keeping the general direction of
the deer by guess work.
Finally he ventured to take a peep.
The deer were gone. He took a good look and could see them
nowhere. Then he looked back to the place he had left the
wagon, but could see no wagon either. Then it dawned on him
that the deer had seen him and had left for parts unknown and
that the horses not seeing him had left for home and had taken
every stitch of his clothes with them. There he was. six miles
from home, as naked as a picked bird and no way to get home
without creating a riot, except by waiting until it got dark.
The horses trotted quietly back to Eagle Lake and went to
their stable. When the drummer's clothes were found in the
wagon the people, naturally, supposed that he had gone in bathing
and been drowned. Searching parties organized and soon
the whole town turned out searching for the dead man. They
searched the prairie, dragged the ponds and searched the river.
The drummer, who knew nothing about what they were after,
saw them and took good care that they should not see him,
for every time they started in his direction he hid himself
That continued all day and towards night the. search was aban-
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Young, Samuel Oliver. True stories of old Houston and Houstonians: historical and personal sketches / by S. O. Young., book, 1913; Galveston, Texas. (texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth24646/m1/125/: accessed May 28, 2017), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, texashistory.unt.edu; .