That snipe hunt took place all right. The doctor insisted upon taking his .35 automatic Winchester and hunting knife along. They didn’t change the result in the least. The game was bagged. The party returned quite early. That is, all but one returned quite early. That one got back quite late. In fact, nobody was around when he came home, so no one knows just how late it was. The gang waited several hours and then dispersed. Perhaps it was well they did. That .35 automatic didn’t look any too good, and the doctor is noted as an athlete besides. Oh, no. He wasn’t furious. He enjoyed the sport so much that he is anxious for an opportunity to organize a snipe-hunt himself.

From— The Billings Gazette. (Billings. Mont.). 28 Sept. 1909. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress.