Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1880-09-10
A MODEST SPORTSMAN.
Experience Of a Camping Party in the
Yosemite.
From the San Francisco Post.

Last week a select party of newspaper
proprietors and editors were doing 70
semitic, when one Of the tourists, while out
shooting, chanced upon lot OF campers
out about two miles from the hotel.
The gunner only found one individual
in possession of the camp, thin young
man with mild, not to say timid, blue
eye and red nose, who at once rendered
him a seat on cracker box, and produced
the reserved demijohn Of old Cutter with
earnest hospitality.
"Howdy, howdy," said the camper out
with great animation; we've been ex
pecting some of you fellows over here al
the week.
"Have. eh ?" replied the other, putting
down his gun and four-fnger nip.
"Yes. told the boys this morning
when they started out after deer I'd stay
in camp so that IN case any of you fellows
came over | could give you few points
about our party"
"Did, eh?" responded the guest, help
ing himself to some hot water and accept
ing lump from a collar box sugar bowl
"Yes; suppose we've just got the
incest set of fellows you ever saw for q
camping out party-all 'cept one or two
Now, there's Bill Mckinley, for instance
father keeps coal yard on Howard street
hes regular fraud.
as, eh?" rejoined the gunner, trying a
little cold with mint
"You bet he is. You see he's the big
gest eater and the LATEST man in the state
but we brought him along because he said
he was a way-up cook He let on that
when he boarded at Baldwin's the head
cook used to come to him for points"
did, ehP"
Eyes; and when it was his turn to cook
last week he started off to make rabbit
stew, and hope | may be paralyzed If he
didn't put the rabbit IN the pot without
its being ceaned-skin on and all. Said
he hoped he might be struck dead if that
wasn't the way they cooked 'em in Paris. y
"Did, eh2"
Eyes; and then there's Tom Diffey. Hes
another nuisance. You see Tom has re-
Gently gone into the retail dry goods bus.
mess, and he's got shop on the brain
Every day or two he dresses up and goes
over to a ranch up here and hirts with the
granger's daughters, just so he can talk
about dry goods to them. We overheard
him down in the canon the other day with
one of 'em, and the way he mixed up can
ton flannel and compliments, bombazine
and beauty. gingham and gush, love and
lace was something horrible"
"Was, eh?"
''Oh, fearful. But the worst pill in the
box after all is fellow-he's out trout
fishing now-who thinks he has voice.
he is forever working off a ballad or some
thing"
"Is, eh?"
Eyes; and you never heard such singing
in all your born Ldays. The first day out
he soured all the condensed milk with
three verses Of Grandfather Clock. You
see he has a sort of capper with him who
can't hear very well, and wko keeps ask
ing him to perpetrate some outrage or
other in three fats. Does it out spite, you
know, Why, the other night Skuggs-
that's his name--actually woke us all by
grinding out You'll Remember Me- at 2
a. M, and when we threatened to pile
blankets and things on him, he explained
that he had heard wildcat in the chap
arral, and he understood that wild animals
could be soothed, as it were, by harmo-
n.y."
"Did, eh?"
"Yes, he did; and we stood it till one
day we found HIM up on the mountain
yonder, treed by wild hog, and we made
him take an ironclad oath to choke off his
vocalism before we helped him out of the
scrape."
"Why didn't he work Oft ballad on the
hog?"
That's just what said; but he hadn t
the presence of mind. Why. about three
bars of Come Sit by my Side, Little Dar-
ling, would have knocked the hog end
ways in no time. Case of bore against
boar, you see."
"Cured him, ehp"
"Well, sorter; but games getting so all
fired scarce around here now that we think
he must 60 off somewhere by himself and
warble on the sly"