The Red Cloud chief., 1881-05-12
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you will not be disappointed. we deem
it a duty we owe the public, TO SCI,
forth in as clear an concise a manner
rs possible the most approved mode of
action under the circumstances. We
might supplement our remarks by
saying that the storm OF two years ago
which done considerable damage Ia
this town, inspired our people with an
inOTdinaie zeal in the matter of cave
building, and every Well regulated
family is supposed 10 be the p~osscssor
Of a place Of refuge which they are not
slow to take advantage Of when the
food comes and the wind howls.
Storms in this country generally
make their appearance cboyc the dis
tant and peaceful horizon about nine
o'clock IN the evening, and by the
time You are in bed and comfortably
s~noozing the wind begins to whist.
around the house. and to gather up
loose articles such a wash tubs.
wheelborrows, stove wood &c, and
playfully toss them about and against
the house. The unseemly noise occa-
stoned 10y the playfulncss Of the wind,
usually wakes yOur wife who starts up
in bed with II little scream and fran
tically digs her elbows into your ribs
until you show signs of animation,
then she shouts into your 4 the com
forting intelligence that the house i
going to blow down and everybody be
killed, following up the remarks with
4 more vigorous attack upon Your
short ribs, and how!s John Henry do
get up and make a light SO that we can
get into the ~ before the house goes
over and We are all killed" Just AZ
this juncture a stray whcelborrow or
an old barrel that has been pcrambu-
lating over the prairicS, brings up
against the house with II whack that
brings your wife ont Of bed at i bound,
and she wants to know if YOU are
going to lie there all night, John
Henry, and the house just ready TO
blow away" and Ms a neighbor's ash
barrel comes rafting agains, the
house, her speech ends with a Oh ,
Ooh-Ow.
Then you get up and the first move
you make you bark Your sEins on the
rocking chair, but you don't swear.
not yet, you are still too sleepy for
that, but you soon get walked up, and
as you plunge about trying to find
your boots you succeed i'm knocking
down and demolishing a pair of vases
and a halt dozen pictures, and your
wife encourages you with sundry and
divers remarks not complimentary to
your mental vigor, and wants to know
if you are II born idiot TO stumble
around there until the house is car
ricd away and everybody killed,
o-O-h-o-o, You have been rulelullv
rubbing your bruised and bleeding
shins, but you make another dive for
sneee boots and strike yonr head
against the centre table, knock it over
and break the lamp, and you fall back
onto the cat that has been scuddins
about the room to keep out of your
way, and the cat resentS the familiar
ity 10y clawing your face, while Your
wife has gained sufficient presence of
mind to dash off to the cave without
you. You free yourself from the EN-
braces of the cat and the center table
with the firm conviction that the time
has come when Il little profanity
would be appropriate for the occasion
and soothing TO your injured feelings.
and you indulge To some extent while
following your wife to the place of ref
uge prepared for such occasions.
Your wife wants to know if YOU
brought the children and il straw bed
with You, and you sarcastically ask
if she thinks you can carry a half
dozen half grown boys and two or
three beds at once, but you 60 back
for the children. The rain has ON
menced in earnest now, and the
storm is increasing in fury every mo-
ment, but You make eight round trips
from the house to the cave, carrying "a
load each time and as you deposit the
last squalling youngone and straw
bed en the floor, your wife asks You if
you are sure you closed the kitchen
door. You are sure you did. She
doubts it, and insists that you go hack
and make sure hat it is not open, and
yoa make yet another trip and find
that the clouds have broke away and
that the storm is over. You wish il
had never commenced. Your wife
goes back TO bed and says John Hen
nv do hurry up and bring those chill
dren out of that damp cave, the little
dears will catch their death of cold"
You go after the little dears," and by
the time you have carried up the ba-
bies the beds and things you are
ready to faint from fatigue and TO
swear from vexation. Your wife
peacefully sleeps, while you spend the
balance of the night patching up your
barked shins and making an inyen-
tory of your injuries and wishing that
all the cats were in p%urr-dition.
. NJ C>r1o~ cots b,or UcnJ.