Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1882-05-10
; 375
investigating Light Literature.


The other day stout woman armed
with an umbrella and leading small
urchin, called at the Office of New
York boys story paper.
"Is this the place where they fight
Indians?" she inquired Of the gentle
man in charge. "Is this the locality
where the brave boy charges up the
canon and speeds bullet to the heart
of the dusky red skin?' and she jerked
the urchin around by the ear and
brought her umbrella down on the
desk,
1--WE publish stories for beys," replied
the young man evasively.
81 want to know if these are the
premises on which the daring lad
springs upon his fiery mustang and,
darting through the circle of thunder
struck sayages, cuts the captive's cords
aud bears him away before the won
dering Indians have recovered from
their astonishment That's the infor-
nation I'm after. | want to know if
that sort of thing is perpetrated herev'
and she swung the umbrella around
her head and launched crack at the
young mans head.
Il don't remember those specific
acts" protested the young man.
Il want to know if this is the pre-
cinct where the adventurous boy jumps
on the back of a buffalo and with un-
erring aim picks off one by one the
blood thirsty pursuers who bite the
dust at every crack of his faithful
rifle I'm looking for the place where
that sort of thing happens" and this
time she brought the unlucky young
man tremendous whack across the
back.
81 think" commenced the dodging
victim.
I'm in search of the shop in which
the boy road agent holds the quivering
stage driver powerless with his glitter
ing eye, while he robs the male pas
sengers with an adroitness born of long
and tried experience, and kisses the
hands of the lady passengers with a
eallantry of bearing that bespeaks no
ble birth and chiValrous naturew
screamed the woman, driving the
young man into the corner. I'm look
ing for the apartment in which that
business is transactedw and down
came the umbrella with trip hammer
force on the young mans head.
upon my soul, ma am !"-gasped the
wretched youth.
81 want to be introduced to the Jars
in which you keep the boy scouts of
the Sierras! Show me the bins full of
the boy detectives Of the prairie!
Point out to me the barrels full of boy
pirates Of the Spanish main" and with
each demand she dropped the umbrella
on the young mans skull, until he
skipped over the desk and sought safe
ty in a neighboring canon.
"Pll teach 'em" she painted, grasp
ing the urchin by the ear and leading
him off-"I'll teach 'em to make it
good or dance. Want to go fight In
dians any more? Want to stand proud
ly upon the pinnacle Of the mountain
and scatter the plain beneath with the
bleeding bodies of uncounted slain?
Want TO say 'histr in tone that
! brooks no contradiction Propose to
spring upon the taffrail and w tn a ring
! ing word of command send a broadside
into the richly laden galley, and then
mercifully spare the beautiful maiden
in the cabin, that she may become
your bride? En- going to do it any
mOre?'
With each question she hammered
the yelping urchin until his bones were
sore and he protested his permanent
abandonment of all the glories emu
merated.