The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1875-05-20
MISCELLANY.
TINE FOR The PARSON TO CUSS.
The Rescue of Big Jack SMALL.
Swearing i'm a Good Cause.

The Rescue Of Big Jack SMALL.
Swearing i'm a Good Cause.
From Sketch in the Overland Monthly for
May.]
The camp to which Big Jack Small
freight was consigned was new one, and
of course the last days of the trip led |
the team over newly broken roads, which
fact increased the labor of Mr.. Small
and gave to his face and language some
what serious expression. During the
last DAYS drive before coming to camp,
the road was particularly uneven, and on
the down-grade caused the long, high
wagon boxes to reel to and fro like boats
at sea. Often the wagons, despite the
strong friction of the bowling brakes,
pressed upon the cattle and crowded
them upon each other en- masse. linen
again the hindmost wagon, IN making
turn, cncroached so far upon the inner
side of the circle that the brake must be
let up to avoid sliding further and over
turning, as a rolling wheel slides less than
a wheel which is locked.
On one of these siding turns, on the
brink of shallow dry water-wash, Mr..
Small was compelled to stop his team to
prevent the overthrow Of the rear wagon.
AS he proceeded to release the brake.
which on this particular wagon had its
lever down and between the forward and
hind wheels, the wheels, from the slight
move they made after being released, set
tied the wagon just little, but far
enough in its nearly poised position to
turn It over suddenly, before Mr.. Small
could fly for safety.
I,
prayerfuly observing, from the rear OF
the train, the attitude OF things. he
heard sudden shout, crash, and then
all was silent and Jack Small Invisible
The unconscious cattle stood quietly IN
the yoke ;eMr. Signal ran wildly from
one side of the wagon to the other ca
deavoring to discover some clue to MI.
Small; while the Indian walked g'avely
up from the head of the team, where he
had been stationed to keep it in check,
and stolidly observed, pointing to the
PROSTATE wagon. ugh! one uln wagon
heap ketch up Big Jack.
MIR. Signal looked in the impcrturbabe
face Of the Indian, the Indian looked INTO
the face OF Mr.. Signal, and they both
looked into the wagon. Then the Indian
sat down on the hillside, and Mr.. Sigha
stood pale and sad, turning his hands
neryously through each other, valnly try
ing to determine what to do next. Sud
denly he called the Indian. and began &C
lively unloading the unfortunate wagon
with the intention. as he afterward ex
planned, of lifting it back by hand; which
feat, considering its great size and weight
was nearly as far beyond the availaoi
mower there present as to lift the who'll
load.
While thus fiercely engaged, and urg
ing the Indian to increased exertion
the same direction. he heard voice as Q
one crying from the depths:
"Hullo, parson!
ssOh, thank God, my dear Mr.. Small
YOU still live!
Eyes, sir. hain't dead yit.
"Are you seriously injured! And d
tell me what to do. Mr.. Small.
"Guess not. I'm down yere in tn
boiler. but it's mighty close quarters
like a fishin' worm under board.
the wagon box don't settle down on n
reckon I'm about all right. What /
yer dom parsons!
uITnloading the wagon, Mr.. Small"
Ill! That hain't no use. Git IL
COuplln CnalnS lToui LUG VeuSA ""So.A
but chock the wheels fust-pass e
roun' the box from end to end, boz
quarter way down from the top tn,
bring the ends together on the side o Il
box Sabe =
Il hope do, Mr.. Small.
.sThen take five yoke o cattle
another CHAPMAN extry chain. more
what would do to hitch up for comm
with--drive the cattle roun' to the 9th
side O the wagon, an pint EN- strai.
across from the road; hitch that ext
chain into the chain en- the wagons, tn
hitch the cattle's chain to that ext
chain. Sabe I!
81 think do. Mr.. Small =
when yer git that done, holler to n
Don't hurry. Work right ahead
though there wasn't nothin wrong.
The parson conscientiously. yet "
much misgiving, went about his task,
vhen he had all ready. and the cat
strung out At right angles with the 70
he stepped up to the PROSTATE wag
and. turning as one who listens dowr
we'll, he shouted:
Mr.. Small!'