The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1881-12-09
THE SMALL Boy
Trying to Break the Menotony Of Domestic
Prison Life.
Ne,D York Sun.


A small boy leaned out Of the reer third
story window Of his fathers house in Brosk-
Ign, yesterday afternoon, looking At the sky,
and At times breaking out With the ssng, ain
the North Sea lived whale" His noise st-
tractsd his newspaper neighbor, who leaned
out end said:
We'll, George, how are you ?"
Use prisoner, locked up on bread and
water" George replied, " just cause didn't
know it was loaded. You see, father was in
the army, aud last week when you heard him
| hrin' off his pistols he vas shootin' st a cat.
he shot five times and the cat looked up and
smiled when he got frou'. Says l, Father,
did you ever kill a msn when you was a sol
aier? thiEkln', you know, that he couldn't
shoot fur cent. He ssys, Il s'pose so.'
'Well,' says |. 'you muster been close enuf
to hit him with an AK ) an he sent me into
the house. Well, seed where he hid his
pistol in bis overcoat, en- yesterday got it
out, IN there was all accident. | felt sure it
wasn't lorded, for didn't b, or father fire it
Oh? put it under my piller, m l waited
for supper to be over, cause / wanted to
scarS the girls. Girls .lw2ys holIer when
they see pistol. Well, our minister come
t" tea. Ministers IRE the greatest hands to
C, Sse to tes; it's half their work to 90 round
an eGt supper Hith the ladies'. Father went
doD II TO the contention snd Bess and Lily,
them's the girls, went into the parlor to see
the minister didn't get sleepy. 'Bess,' says
l., lend zae your blanket shawl for a few
minutes. l want 10 be IN Indian brave l
wrapped the shawl round Inc, put ny ia
theirs cane over my shoulder fer a gun, m
then got the pistol, a crept softly down to
the psrlor so they wouldn't hnow Indians
was skirmishin' round their camp. Ipushed
open the door, n there vas the minister and
Bess sittin' al opposite ends Of the sofy, and
Lii vas crochstinG lamp mat. All IVES
still, N says, Tue hour has come Then
/ gave three yer whoeps, N rushed in snd
said: Surrender, or shoot!' There wss
a general panc. The girls went into hys-
terics, ~ the preacher said: My son, mebb
that pistols loaded
Essays |, 'S'render, pale chief, or I'll shoot
yer dead in yer tracks, They Ill made q
rush al me to take the pistol away, N fired.
I,Ordy, what a noise. was sheered aost TO
desth. The bullet went into picture Of the
sigDers Of the Defamation Of Inderendea
and took off the head Of one of the signers.
The preacher turned pale m said | ives a
wicked boy. Iknowd it and | knoud what |
was goin' to ketch. The girls cried a. though
there was fun'ral, m | was whipped. l
dreamed all night vas fighting the Indians,
N when | woke up this mornin' felt sure
my name would be in the papers. They
gave me bread m water for breakfast, m
wouldn't let me see = newspaper. So |
thought I'D escape. / tore up the two sheets,
tied one end IN the bureau drawer, and was
climbin' down like folks do st a fire, when
somsthin' gave way. Ifell about a thousand
feet, l thought, / came down 50 hard. hit
the stone area, N 1t seemed to me rs If it
was night and i was loskin' at a million
stars. | didn't know nothin' Ger minute.
Then come to-"
what broke? ?"
"Nothin' broke the bureau drawer came
out. oughter tied onto the gas fixture.
Father wouldn't give me newspaper, but he
gave me another lickn' and some more bread
m water. Is'pose now I'll be a month on
bread m water"
"But you mustn't make so much noise"
"That was op'ra was singin'. Don't ysu
like op'ra? Well, you don't care if | play
the umpah?"
"Whst is the umpah?"
| "Why, didn't you never hear a brass band
going dswn the street? One man with q
little horn goes 'Ta-te-rent-ta-ta-ta-ta, and
man with big horn gees umpah, umpah
umpah, umpah.' That's the umpah play
As the neighbor drew in his head the small
boy began onthe "umpah and he was play
ing 1t when the reporter went away.