The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1875-09-23
know cause eff this wagon-box slides
much, you'll have q mighty fat corpse
to preach Q funeral on

much, you'll have q mighty nat corps
to preach funeral on!"
"Oh, dear dear! Mr.. Small" ex
claimed the parson, vexed and horrifi
ed "what next shall I dor"
"Give Gsv . streng bsr'l eff yer xii
git ons. or git a big stone eff yer can
git no bsr'l. an place it 70 the edge o
the wagon box, so 'at he kin put i
under when tho cattle lift it. Sabe p
eyes, sir. All done, Mr.. Small"
"Now, then, start up the cattle, All
keep 'em to it when they start. An
Gov. you lsok sut an heap fix up"
"Yash, me sabe," said the Indian
taking his position, while Mr.. Sigha
gathered to himself the terrible whip
and proceeded to try his powers in ,
role in which he had faint hopes o
success. He swung the whip reune
his head, bringing the heavy lash will
: rake like that OF a dull rasp acros
his own neck, and shouted at the cat
tie. Slowly they frightened the chains
and then stood in the pulling attitude
but pulling not one pound more thar
just enough to stretch the chins.
Oxen which will pull true enough
in the beaten track have doubts about
pulling across the country through th.
brush.
"Get upl Geel" shouted the Rev
Mr., Sighal at the top of his voice, and
trying in vain to jerk an explosion ou
Of the great whip, as he had seen Mr.
Small do. "Gee upl Gee! Go long +
And then, seeing himself unsccessful
he added, by way Of terror to the cat.
"Conf found you Get upl" Still the
wagon box lay nat on tho top Of Mr.
Small.
i, Hearing a continued rattling oi
chains and much shouting with no ap.
parent result, Mr.. Small called:
"Hullol ParseA!"
"Sir."
"What's the matter?"
"The cattle can't draw it. Mr.. Small >
replied the parson sadly.
"Can't draw it, be d-di Go for 'em
with the brad, an cuss 'em They kin
pull it easy enough"
"Curse them, Mr.. Small I" cried the
parson, in voice of impressive solem.
nity.
eyes, cuss 'em ~ shouted Mr.. Small.
Il wish 1 was out there, d-n 'em!"
"Mr. Small. dent swear needlessly.
This is an occasion of life and death"
said the par'on, desisting from his Of
forts at urging the cattle, whereat he
had grown hot and rod, excited and
vexed.
"Well, we'll! never don't fret. par
sonl Better men than me ha' died in q
better cause. Write note an send It
down to camp by the Injun-the
boys1l come up an git me out, alive
Or dead"
"Do not think me weak or imprac-
tical Mr.. Small" replied Mr.. SighsL
with determined ring in his voice.
'Tell me what to do aud I will do it,
God being judge Of my intentions"
"Can you cuss, parson
at is many years since have utter
I'd an oath Of profanity. What is it 1
Am to do ?" asked the parson. sternly.
"Go round to them cattle, commence
On the leaders, an brand 'em all with
hat steel in the end O. the whip stock
the way you've seen me do it; then
raise the whip above your head, start
EN- on the gee pull, an just lay your
head back an cuss as loud an strong
Is you can holler."
The Rev. Mr.. Sighal went round to
'them CATTLE" There was audible to
Mr.. SmalPs ears hustling of OK feet
,pon the earth, creaking of OK bows,
mixed with An occasional short bawl:
hen the sound Of the parsons voice
elevated with great vehemence-and
he wagon slowly arose enough to
ocrmit Mr.. Small to crawl cut in the
rec air. The parson was still shout
ng at the straining cattle, when Mr..
Small limped quickly TO whore he
'tood, and taking the whip from him
With enc hand, extended his ether.
which Mr.. Signal grasped in beth OF
lis, and, turning his eyes, now full of
ears, toward heaven, eloquently
banked God for His great mercy in
of life which he hoped
night yet be dedicated to good and
loly works.
"Thank ye, parson," said Big Jack,
IS he dropped his hand and turned to
he cattle; you're . good one-thar
int no go back to you'll" And then,
'asing tho cattle back from the pull,
le said: "ParsOn, when 1 marry that
old, square-built gal, you shall do
he ceremony, eff it costs me thou sand
lollars to fetch yer where 1 ami"
"Ahl Mr.. Small, this lesson sheuld,
each US that We know not what day
nay bring FORTH"
swell, we'll take the chances, any
vay, parson
What language the Rev. Mr.. Signal
sed to the cattle is not reported by
dr.. Small the Indian. being accus-
omed 10 much that he does not fully
Understand, made no note of it; and
he wide, gray silence of the desert is
% babbler.
Hon. REvERDY JOHNSON, the Mes.
or Of the American Bar, having al
eadY pasaed hia eixhfiefh xaar ~.