Uncle Dick and Lisa's Old Time Animal Tales

“Jimmy-the-Duck,” of Virginia City, Nev., is dead. He made his living by a queer invention. He used to put a duck in a box with its head sticking out of a hole, and allow the crowd to throw clubs at it for 25 cents a throw, the bird belonging to whoever should hit it. The ducks would of course “duck” their heads just before the sticks whizzed along, and it was not oftener than once in six months that Jimmy would lose. The following is his epitaph; “Old Jimmy’s bones are now resting peacefully under the sagebrush. Let up hope that when the trump of the resurrection shall echo over the rugged peak of Mount Davidson he will be able to pop his head up like that famous duck, and should the devil appear and make a grab for the old man, may he dodge back successfully.”