Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-05-23

with much misgiving, went about his task,
and when he had all ready, and the cat.
tie strung out at right angles with the
road, he stepped up to the PROSTATE wag-
on, and, turning as one who listens down
a well, he shouted:
"Mr. Small!'
"Hullo-or'
VI believe have done as you told me y
"Got everything hitched strong2-don't
want no slips in this game, yer know !
cause eft this wagon-box slides much
you'll have mighty fiat corpse to preach
a funeral on"
80 dear dear! Mr. SMALL" exclaimed
the parson, vexed and Mortified. ''What
next shall do2"
"Give Gov strong bar'l, eff yer kin git
one, or git big stone eff yer can't git nc
bari, an place it to the edge of the wag-
on-box, so at he kin put it under when
the cattle lift it. Sabel"
"Yes, sir. -. All done, Mr.. Small"
"Now, then, start up the cattle, an keep
EN- to it when they start. An Gov, you
look out an heap fix up"
"Yash, me sabe, said the Indian, taking
his position, while Mr.. Signal gathered to
himself the terrible whip and proceeded
to try his powers in role in which he
had faint hopes of success. He swung
the whip round his head, bringing the
heavy lash with rake like that of dull
rasp across his own neck and shouted al
the cattle. Slowly they frightened the
chains and then stood in the pulling atti-
tude, 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 pull
ing across country through the brush.
"Get up! Geo. shouted the Reverend
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. Get up! Gee! Go longr' And then,
seeing himselfunsuccessful, and becoming
heated with the exertion, he added by
way of terror to the cattle, ''Contound you
Getup!" Still the wagon-box lay flat 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?'
''The cattle can't draw it, Mr.. Small,
replied the parson sadly.
.'Can't draw it be id! Go fer EN-
with the brad, an cuss EN-! They kin pull
it easy enough"
Course them, Mr.. SMALL" cried the
parson with impressive solemnity.
Eyes, cuss emf shouted Mr.. Small, 81
wish was out there, d-n 'em"
"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 hot and red, excited and vexed.
"Well, we'll! never don't fret, Parson
Better men than me ha' died in a better
cause. Write a note and send it down to
camp by the Iniin-the boys'll come up
and get me out alive or dead"
"Do not think me weak or impractical,
Mr.. Small" replied Mr.. Signal with de-
termined ring in his voice. "Tell me
what to do and l will do it, God being
judge Of my intentions"
"Can you cuss, Parson"
at is many years since | have uttered
an oath of profanity. What is it l am to
do?" asked the parson sternly.
"Go round to them cattle, commence
on the leaders, an brad 'em all with that
steel in the end O. the whip-stock-the
way you've seen me do it; then raise the
whip above yer head, start 'em on the
gee pull, an jest lay yer head back an
cuss as loud an strong as you kin boiler"
The Reverend Mr.. Signal went round
to ''them cattle" There was audible to
Mr.. Small ears hustling ofox-feet upon
the earth, crcaking of oX-bows, mixed
with an occasional short bawl; then the
sound of the parsons voice elevated with
great Northumberland the wagon slowly
arose enough to permit Mr. Small to
crawl out into the free air. The parson
was still shouting at the straining cattle,
when Mr. Small limped quickly to where
he stood, and taking the whip from him
with one hand, extended his other, which
Mr.. Signal grasped in both of his, and,
turning his eyes, now full of tears, toward
heaven, cloquently thanked God for His
mercy in the preservation of a life which
he hoped might yet be dedicated to good
and holy works.
THANK ye, Parson," said Big Jack, as
he dropped his head and turned to the
cattle; "you're good one-thar amt no
90 back to your And then easing the
cattle back from the pull, he said "Par-
son, when l marry that solid square
built gal, you shall do the ceremony, eff it
costs me a thousand dollars to fetch yer
where l ami
"Ah! Mr.. Small, this lesson should
teach US that we know not what day
may bring forth"
"Well, we'll take the chances, anyway
Parsonw
What language the Reverend Mr.. Sigha
used to the cattle is not reported by Mr.
Small; the Indian, being accustomed t.
much that he does not fully understand
made no note of it; and the wide gra.
silence of the desert is no babbler.-Oper
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