The Dawson journal., 1883-11-29
FECh'S BAD BOY TURNS
INDIAN,
Inc Reason a Boston Girl with
Spectacles Fled.
Address to the fair Captive in a
Hen Coop-Adventures of
the Paternal in Trying
to Lasso a COW and
Ride a Bicycle.
Peck's SUM-

Peck's Sun.
."',Well, how is my little angel
without wings, to-day?" asked the
groceryman of the bad boy. as he
came In with red paint sticking TO
his ears, and blue paint around his
eyes and nose, which looked as
though a feeble attempt had been
made to wash it off, while roos-
ter feather stuck through his'hat.
land a beed moccasin was ON one
foot and rubber shoe on the
other.
"Oh, | am all bushoo! Bushoo.
that IS Indian. [ am on the war,
path, and [ am no angel this week.
This is my week of. 1t beats all
don't it, how different a fellow
feels at different times. For the
past two weeks | have been SO
good that it made me fairly ache,
and since that Buffalo Bill show
was here, with the Indians, and
bufaloes, and cowboys, and steers.
| am all broke up. We have had
the worst time over to our house
that ever was. You see, all of us
boys 10 the neighborhood wanted
to have a Buffalo Bill show, and
pa gave us permission to use the
backyard, and he said he would
come out and help us. You know
that Boston girl that was visiting
at our house, with the glasses on p?
Well, she went home the next dav.
She says this climate is too wild
for her. You see, the bows fixed
up as Indians, and we laid for
some one to come out Of the house
to scalp, the way they do in the
show We heard a rustic Of fe-
male garments, and we all hid,
and when the Boston girl came
out Of the house to pick some pan
sizes in mas flower bed, we cap
tured her. You never saw a girl
SO astonished as she was. We
yelled 'yip-yip' and [ took hold Of
one OF her hands and my chum
took hold of the other, and her
bangs raised right up, and her
glasses fell off and she said: o.
you howwid things We took
her to our lair in the hen house
and tied her to a tin rain water
conductor that came down by the
corner of the barn, and then we
danced war dance around her
and yelled 'ki-pi,' until she pers-
pired. [ took my tomahawk and
lifted her hair and hung it on the
chicken roost, and then I made a
speach to her in Indian. [ said:
The pale-faced maiden from the
rising sun is in the hands of the
Apaches, and they yearn for gore.
Her brothers and fathers and un-
cles, the Indian agents, have rob
bed the children of the forest of
their army blankets and canned
Holsters, and the red men must be
avenged. But we will not harm
the pretty white maiden. except to
burn her to the stake. What has
she to say? Will she give the red
man taffy, or will she burng Just
then pa came out with cistern
pole, and he rescued the white
maiden, and said we mustn't be SO
rough. Then the girl said she
would give us all the taffy we
wanted, and she went in and she
and ma watched US from the back
window. Pa he watched us rob
coarch, and he said it was first
rate. The man that collects the
ashes from the alley, with a horse
and wagon, he had just loaded up,
and got on the wagon, when two of
my Indians took the horse by the
bits, and four Of us mounted the
wagon and robbed the driver of
clay pipe and a pocket-comb, and a
knife, but he saved his ashes by
promising never to reveal the
names of the robbers. Pa just
laughed, when we gave the ash
man back his knife and things, and
said he hadn't had so much fun in
a long time. Then we were going to
lasso a wild Texas steer, and ride
it, the way they did in the show,
and pa said that was where he
came in handy. He said he could
throw lasso just like cowboy.
We got my chum's pas COW out of
the barn, and drove her up the
alley, and pa stood there with a
clothes line, with a big moose in
the end, and headed of the COW
and threw the lasso. Well, you'd
dide to see pa sweep things ont
Of the alley, cause l guess he
thought it was time she Was milk
ed, and when pa stepped out from
behind the barrel and throwed the
rope around her neck, [ guess she
thought it was all day with her,
for she turned and galloped, and
kicked up and bellered, and pa
did not know enough to let go of
the rope. First pa followed the
cow sitting down, and about a
bushel of ashes got up his trowers
legs, and the tomato cans, and old
oyster cans few around like cy-
Gle was blowing. Us Iniuns