The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1875-10-15

grass most eagerly, rs if conscious that
there was work ahead. \ small fire of
pine limbs wa burning, and over it sat
4 cofleepot, while one of the men was
cutting slices OF bacon with 4 huge knife,
as sharp and as Notwithstanding rs
himself. The other lay in the wet bum
die Of blankets near the fire, and fire.
qUently gave vent to groanS and smotI-
cred maledictions ut things real and im-
aginary.
The former, with a stolid look on his
heavily bearded face, gave an occasion
al solicitous look in the direction Of his
partner; and, rs he stuck Il forkcd stick
through his slice of bacon, he solilo-
quizcd: either amt no use fur me to
roast this fur Jack. he hain't eat moth
in ever since We cot To the settlements.
He's jest been and soaked his skin ontil
now he's goin' to hev them jimjamS,
sartin. | say, Jack, old pard.'
as he spoke, II look of
womanly kindness lit up his sternly
stolid face, married by Il heavy Scarthat
traverSed his left check and his nose to
its base, and gave him a sin%ularly for
bidding aspect when he attempted to
smile. Il say, Jack, wake up, old
man, and take a cup o this strong cot
fee, won't YEP" Contradictions,
now, Yer jest rs limpSy as a baby" he
continued, as he raised the blankets
where lay Il young man of about IS
years, with heavy dark hair, Il brow
wide and smooth, but eyes sunkcn and
bloOdShot; while the lower face had Il
bloated and brutal appearance denoting
an easy victim TO any weakness. He
rolled over with groan and raised HIM
self with an effort upon his elbow, and
huskilv said: "That you, Bill? I've
been having awful dreams, and my
throat is parchcd like an alkali patch.
Give me Il drink of that devils dew
DROP quick now, I'm choking.n
"No, | WON'T" the other replied in
an obstinate tone. "You'vc had too
much 'deyil's dew-drop,' and here You
are going to hell as fast rs that drop II
take We: an We won't drink any coffee
nor eat nothin', no way. Come. now,
he continued, in Il pleading way,
"take Il cup of coffee an some bread.
or pard. chuck this inside o yer. an
then III rive We a drink"
The other staggered to his feet with
Il deadly curse upon his lips. "Whcrc's
that whiShy?" he yelled; "IH have it
or die, BilI. confound your Internal
dirty carcass. do YOU mean it,"
eyes. tbat'sther lead I'm pintin' for.
jack. Now. ain't this = purty Eay-out
for cbums =, lived like sisters throu"h
blood an starvation an, vou krnpin,
STRAIGHT ON mokin'a ~rub stake for that
rir) in Missouri. an, now, rs soon rs
left Montana an, oit fer where vc
rit pisen. We make a mean skunk of
4 Dimmcr out o VcrSrlf. Yer a purity
pet for yer mother now. YOU are, The
only way ter save yer life is Il spillin'
. this cussed tarantuIa juice, an We
can't Git any more short of Cheyennc."
The other staggered towards him and
attempted to wrest the key out of his
hands, but Bill took him by the arms,
and sat him down by the fire like a baby,
and minded not in the least the torrent
Of abuse that proceeded from his lips.
Jack, Frustrated with his excrtion. be-
ran to plead and weep. promising to
stop after the one drink and not drink
more. but the other was ~inexora-
BILE. and insisted mon his catino every