A Yorkshire Shooting; Story.

Huntly Press and District Gazette, Volume 3, Issue 6, 6 March 1914, Page 4

A Yorkshire Shooting; Story.

| Mr Justice Ross told some ! good stories in Manchester recently. He recalled an incident | which was enacted while shooting in Yorkshire, where he claimed a keeper named Flaherty as a brother Irishman. *' He assured me ” he said. “ that he had nothing to do with Ireland. However, upon a covey of partridges arising, the man astonishingly replied, ‘ Holy Peter, where did those birds come from?’” I don’t know, ” answered his lordship, whence they came, but I know where you come from.”. (Loud laughter.) They were told, he said, that' Ireland was an extraordinary country, and that at the present time they were in an extraordinary state. (Laughter). What with affairs in Ulster and Dublin he asked a fellow Irishman what lie thought of the prevailing j conditions of things, with the result that he naively remarked that, in his opinion, “We’ve got a quare assortment, as the devil said when he read the Ten Commandments. ” (Laughter). Recalling his political days, the Judge told how a picket dealt with a man who declared he had come to “ vote for John Ross and the integrity of the Empire.” The man was asked to enter a boat which ostensibly was to convey him to the other side of the river to the polling booth ; but during the journey, said Mr Justice Ross, a jar of whisky was produced, “ such whisky, ” he he added,” as would take the roof off your head. ” (Laughter). Some of this was poured into him, and the voter was rowed to and fro. After a long interval the oarsmen began to discuss what to do with the man. The passenger was lying with his hands dangling in the water in the most unconscious manner. “ You don’t trouble yourselves, boys, ” he chipped in astonishingly, ’* for I voted for John Ross at eight o’clock this morning. A Dog Story. —The “ Referee ” publishes some good dog stories’ A few years ago, the late Frank Sinnet (who was drowned on the Titanic) brought one of his rough-haired terriers to me with a bad foot, having been crushed and trodden on by a horse. This would not heal, and a bone | protruded. I injected a little cocaine while his master held the dog in his arms, snipped off the protruding bone, and it got quite well in a week. A few weeks later I was walking with a friend, and we passed one of Mr Sinnet’s maids with the two dogs. I began to tell my friend the story, when the dog ran in front fof us in the road, turned over 'on his backhand held up his paw for me to see. Was this gratitude, instinct, cr reason ?

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