The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-05-20

cred to himself the terrible whip, and
proceeded to try his powers in role IN
which he had faint hopes of success. de
swung the whip round his head, bringing
the heavy lash with a rake like that OF
dull rasp across his own neck, and shout.
ed at the cattle. Slowly they frightened
the chains, and then stood in the pulling
attitude; but pulling not one pound more
than just enough to stretch the CHAINS.
Oxen which will pull true enough IN the
beaten track have doubts about pulhng
across country through the brush. :,
"Get up! Gee!' shouted Rev. Mr..
Signal at the top of his voice. and trying
in vain to jerk an explosion out OF the
great whip. as he had seen Mr.. Small do.
SGet up /! Gee! Go 'long!' And then,
seeing himself unsuccessful, and becoming
heated with the exertion, he added, by
wav of terror to the cattle, "Contound
YOU! Get up!'' Still the wagon box lay
Fat on the top of Mr.. Small.
Hearing continued rafting OF chains,
and much shouting with no apparent re-
suit, Mr.. Small called:
'.Hullo! Parson!
''Sir."
"What's the matter =
s.The cattle can't draw it, Mr.. Small, y
replied the parson sadly.
'sCan't draw it be id! 70 tor EN-
with the brad, an cuss 'em. They KIN
pull it easy enoug h. -, -, =,
"Curse them, Mr.. Small!' cried the
parson, in voice Of impressive solem-
nifty. ,
II wish was out there, d-n EN-;
s.Mr. Small, don't swear needlessly.
This is an occasion Of life and death,
said the parson, desisting from his efforts
at urging the cattle, whereat he had
grown h OF and red, excited and vexed.
"Well, we'll! never DOM fret, Parson
Better men than me ha' died in better
cause. Write note all send it down to
camp by the Injun-the boys'll come up
an cit me out, alive or dead.
"Do not think me weak or impractical,
Mr.. Small" replied Mr.. Signal. with de-
termined ring in his voice. TEL me
what to do and Twill do it, God being
Judge of my intentions"
Can you cuss, parson :!
at is many years since l have uttered
, an oath of profanity. What is 1t an
, to do :" asked the parson, sternly.
,"Go round to them cattle, commence
on the leaders, an brad 'em all with thai
/ steel in the end of the whip stock-th'
. way you've seen me do it; then raise tn
. whip above your head, start 'em on tn
: gee pull, an just lay your head back an
, cuss as loud an strong as you can mol
, ler."
e The Rev. Mr.. Signal went round t
ssthem CATTLE There was audible t
Mr.. Smalls ears hustling of OK fee
e upon the earth, cracking OF OK bows
0 mixed with an occasional short bawl
then the sound Of the parsons voice q
evated with great vehemence, ana Tn
u wagon slowly arose enough to permit MI
S Small to crawl into the free air. In
: parson was still shouting at the strainin
l. cattle, when MIR. Small limped quickly
: where he stood, and taking the whip fro'
l. him with one hand, extended his othe
: which Mr.. Signal grasped in both OF nj
n and, turning his eyes. now full Of tear
t, toward heaven, eloquently Thanked Go
le for his great mercy in the preservatio
le of a life which he hoped might yet
{ dedicated to good and holy works.
s "Thank We, parson," said Big Jack,
=, he dropped his hand and turned to 81
" cattle; you're q good one-there am
no go back to you! And them easi'
u the cattle back from the pull, he SAL
A' "Pars IN. when marry that solid, squaT
built gal, you shall do the ceremony, Ell
costs me a thousand dollars to fetch y
~ where / ami
.Ah! Mr.. Small. this Lesson shou
Nc teach us that we know what > day mi
:, bring fosth.
I'll "Well. we'll take the chances, anyws
ne Parson!
~ What language the Rev. Mr.. Sigt
used to the cattle is not reported by \
be Small; the Indian. being accustomed
much that he does not fully understal
I'M made no note Of it; and the wide. 81
mt silence of the desert is no babbler.