Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1875-05-23
Time for a ParsOn to "Cuss. "

The camp to which Big Jack Small's
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 somewhat
serious expression. During the last day S
drive before coming to camp, the road
was particularly uneven, and the down
grade caused 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- mdsse. Then again the hindmost wag-
on, in making turn, encroached so far
upon the inner side of the circle that the
brake must be let up to avoid sliding
farther and overturning, as rolling wheel
slides less than a wheel which is locked.
On one of these sideling turns, on the brink
Of dry shallow water-wash, Mr. Small
was compelled to stop his team to pre-
vent the overthrow of the rear wagon. As
he proceeded to loose the brake, which on
this particular wagon had its lever low
down and between the forward and hind
wheel, the wheels, from the slight move
they made after being released, settled
the wagon just little, but far enough in
its nearly poised position to turn it over
suddenly, before Mr. Small could fly for
safety
Mr.. Signal had been anxiously and
prayerfully observing from the rear of the
train the attitude of things. He heard
sudden shout, a crash, and then all was
silent, and Jack Small invisible. The
unconscious cattle stood quietly in the
yoke; Mr.. Signal ran wildly from one side
OF the wagon to the other, endeavoring
to discover some clue to Mr.. Small while
the Indian walked gravely up from the
head of the team, where he had been sta
toned to keep it in check, and stolidly
observed, pointing to the PROSTATE wag-
on, "Uh! one UNI wagon heap ketch UNI
Big Jack"
Mr.. Signal looked in the imperturbable
face of the Indian. the Indian looked into
the face of Mr.. Signal, and they both
looked at the wagon. Then the Indian
sat down upon the hillside. and Mr.. Sig
hal stood pale and sad, turning his hands
nervously through each other, vainly try
ing to determine what to do next. Sud-
denly he called the Indian and began ac-
lively unloading the unfortunate wagon,
with the intention, rs he afterward ex-
planned, of liftingit back oy hand which
feat, considering its great size and weight,
was nearly as far beyond the available
power there present as to lift the whole
load.
While thus fierccly engaged, and urging
the Indian to increased exertion in the
same direction, he heard voice as of
some one crying from the depths:
"Hullo, ParsonH
go, thank God, my dear Mr.. Small,
you still live!"
eyes, sir. haint dead yit."
care you seriously injured2-and do
tell me what to do, Mr.. Small"
"Gucss not. I'm down here in the
sholler, but it's mighty close quarters-
like fishin'-worm under a board. Eff
the wagon box don't settle down on me,
I reckon I'm bout all right. What're
yer dom, Parson2"
"Unloading the wagon, Mr.. Small"
ell! That hain't no use. Git the
couplin' chains from the other wagons,
hut chock the wheels fust pass 'em roun
the box from end to end, bout quarter
way down from the top; then orins .ne
ends together on the side ''o ooA'
Sabe2" -,
II hope do, Mr.. Small"
"Then take five yoke O. cattle an an
other chain-an cxtry chain, more'n what
would do to hitch up fer common with
drive the cattle roun' to the other side o
tho wagon, an pint 'ein straight across
from the road; hitch hatextry chain into
tho chain o. tho wagons, then hitch the
oattle's chain to that extry chain. Sabef"
III think l do, Mr.. Small"
"When yer git that done, holler to me.
Don't hurry. Work right ahead a. though
there wasn't nothin' wrong"
The parson conscientiously, though