The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1881-01-15
COL. BILL SPEAKS.
BIZ GAsKELL.

yer want an 1pIun TO De mean-res
mean, Jest let him 'sociste with white
Trash, and, John, he's too mean tC
1--we. Never saw a n bite man do 'em
much good anyhow. They're all
white men sre-so infarnal greedy
and grsspin'. at poor IDjun stands
about ea much chance among EN- as
a dog does to get bone from hun
cry man; ef be gets in the way he's
kicKed oat'6n il and EFF he snsrls an
may De bites. why, he's killed. .
Am / 49r? vas and a 39r too for
that matter. .Pve trsmped this coun-
try long afore white men lived here.
they war gelorious times Ioo-that
is, some of 'em war. You see l saT
good deAl 18th Jim Bridger, XIII
p ltfick, St. VrAin aud others ike
'em, and We ulster have high old
times, you hear me. IDiuns war bel
ter aud more of 'em then an now
hadn't harmed 60 much meanness,
but they alPays Fad the right kind OF
siie for q good crop Of DEVILS deeds, Ell
the seeds planted in EN-. We
didn't trust some OF iem much, that
is overmuch, but some We did and
sometimes we war Bit for our pains.
1 don't mean ter say all IDjuns are
bad-not by long chalk. L mem
Der one chief up 'moDg the Blackfeet
as saved my life once. Yer see |
war out huntin'-'twar a cold, stormy
day an I'd had no luck to speak OF.
I'd wandered long way from war 1
csched-'twar in winter and up on
Their Yeper-stone, an when the snow
an wind come it jest more'n pelted.
I'd nigh on to ten mile ter go and
nights coming on, and Their 'memeter
had ther been one, would Lave
gone way down ter. Mover Zumbler-
that's what an dedicated teller called
it, but L told him ter git out, or he'd
meet an srshquske eff he suited me
in that way agsin-an' he got.
.'Twar cold-some--but bless yer,
not's cold when Tim Murphy and I's
out huntin' once-down on Bar
it is cold, sometimes.
He war on one side the creek
and rs On tother, an l seed q
big, grizzly bar, right ahead of him,
what had jest come out ter take q
Icok at the weather an had froze stiff
in his tracks. Course Ididn't know
he's stiff. an rs awful 'fraid Tim
Aurphy'd git chawed up, SO l jet
morn yelled; and would yer 'blieVe
-darDed to nstion-ei the sound OF
that yell didn't travel clar cross the
creek to his yere an hung on to il;
an as | COULDN'T let go ther darned
thing, it hung on ter my lip, an thar
it war stretched clar across the creek
the sound war, not my lip-an
froZe stifi's an iron rod an We war
pris' Ders till the dsrned thing thawed
out. 'TweuId 8 did yer good to've
seen Tim Murphy, how mad he var
He -cussed an saore, an eV'ry cuss an
swore he made ffczs stiff, an hung
Ter his lip; an thar be stood 'i!h cue
ses an swores sticking onten his
mouth all ways-all ther way from
ten, ter q hundred feet H. lenth, TIL
the weight OF 'em closed up his
see most of 'em hung ter
hls- upper lip-an' held nim do
sos be couldn't cuss 40 more. Lsrdy
what a sight it wsr-it would We
made saint lsrt-I bern tell once of
"A oman being turned inter piller OF
salt, or some such thing, but that's
not half as 'raculous as war Tim
I'd have laried, only I's
'frald to-'tEaid the lsris 'ud freeze
an I'd be weighted down like Tim.
Thar we stayed till the sun coined
out an we thaWed apart. Done Tim
good Notwithstanding thar 18th
cusses an swores all round him, he
seed they didn't look we'll an he re-
pented, an jined the church, an
took to praying and singing psslms
stead OF cusslDg.
Fact, stranger, i Gever lie-hsv Mt
time ter tend ter lying. Draw Their
No, sir, no bow for me,
long er short, / sticks ter the rifle.
Minds me, though, OF story, OF what
[ seed up 'mOng tier Grows. Saw a
big teller up thar ss would ketch a
buflsr bull by the horns an tote him
of ter his Eickiup-pretty rough fight
specially when he'd
ketch two or three thousan'p under.
That Teller bad bow. long bow an
3 strong bow too-he US ter take a
saplin SOM ethin' less'n twenty
feet long, to make an arrer OF.
ln herd of butler, they say, mind
didn't see it myself. he'd spit three
buffers on one arreT, an on one
'casion, only one 'cssion, mind yer,
be sleRd FIVE. I've hern tell Of
seven league boots, but this Teller had
worse nor that-and he couldn't
calk'lat distances neither, least til |
shoB'd him how. II he's in Their
woods an be wanted ter pick up a
stone, or to scalp an enemy, or q
piece OF wood-not scalp it, but pick
her up. he's pretty sure to miss it, as
yer Shanghai rooster does grain OF
Torn, an hit his head agin a tree,
an the tees sure to git knocked
a did splendid at clearin'
a farm, whsr woods are. Their trees
would tumbled about as if harry
cane had been around. q doublin' OF
EN- up an smashin' 'em down. An
that minds me of yer high hats
yer call 'em. l tried one
onct, an durn TO gracious Ell l didn't
Dearly worry myself TO death. Thar
seemed no end to that hat for misery
Jim Bridger an I thought we'd
take run through the settlements,
way down the big Muddy; they's Their
only ones 'ithin a thoussn' miles In
those days. Pelts war plenty, an We
had Their ready ter pay our way. so
we jist more IAN put on style. We
got store clothes an a high hat
Jehu-didn't we look bunkum. Their
gals al Locked at US an snickereo,
su' We jist thought we'd captivated
'em by our sweet ways, an after we'd
put ourselves outside h couple Of
drinks of rssl lightniD', We felt as
though We loved all crestion-all that
wore petticsats, Hnyhow-so we strut.
ted bout like two turkey cocks, as
yer see sometimes in Their woods.
Conssrn my hat, it wouldn't stay on
if stopped in Their street ter pull
down my trouserloons, the blarstej
thing 'ud tumble offer Is sure to
hi. the wall, one side the street or
tother-pretty wide streets, too. Took
persrie ter stoop in 18th that hat,
Won heaT me. Jim pot nlsnfnl Like.