The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1883-11-04
HE UNDERSTOOD IT.
How a Squatter Enjoyed the Opera OF
Iolanthe--Knew He Wasn't
Drunk.


hu JIG SllhIIeTt While III lnb CITY IcIshkiJi
accepted an invitation to attend the opera
The old man had no idea OF what an opera
was like, didn't know whether it was a place
of worship or an exhibition of improved fire
arms, but he agreed with that ~promptness OF
decision characteristic Of a man who is never
daunted
The opera was Iolanthe, and when the
fairies began to march around, in their
shrill but not unmusical evolutions, the old
squatter turned to his friend and said:
"Mighty peart lookin' gals. Clothes amt
hardly fifteen for winter, but they'll do
mighty well for summer wear. Air they
nachul, like the gals you SEQ waikiki a%roun',
or dir they some sort of contrapshun rugged
mp by the Yankees. / AVE hearn that the
Yankees ken make n Ia kin machine, an l
reckon il they ken do that, they ken make
sutbin' ter squeaL"
''They are natural women" the merchant
replied.
He sat for some time watching the per-
formance. Occasionally he would shake his
head in doubt, and then with an affirmative
nod, he would approve OF some turn Affairs
had taken.
Them fellers muster come from the over
flowed destricks," he said pointing to the
lords in knce-breeches. EITHER that or cloth
muster been scarce. Look at that Slim Jim
Of a Teller holdin' up the coat tail of the old
buck"
That's the lord chancellor, " whispered the
merchant.
"Wall, cloth amt scarce with him. Hes
got some to spar. Ell he wuster come out in
my neighborhood some feller'd step on
them coat tails an AK him his business It'd
be fun for my son-in-law to put his number
ten on the tail eend Of that garmint an say,
'whar yer travelin', podnerf Ell the Simmon
boys wuster soc him they'd say he was the
devil. Look at 'em. They sing at each
other. It's the whinin'est set l ever seed.
Oh, it's a show, is itl Why don't
they fetch out the hossesi The shows
amt what thew was when /
was a youngster. Them hddlers down thar
is a poke easy set. They air what we'd call
easy scratches. Mind me of the chillun
rakin' around whar the Eaters was dug airter
the stray ones. Nov they've commenced to
dig q little. That Teller with tho big iddles
got the grubbin' hoe. Zig, he's found a fresh
hill an is t'arin it all ter pieces. Now the
other fellers air scratchin' all around him.
Now there over inter the goober pea patch
an air ralin up the dirt. The big Teller
kain't git his grubbin' hoe over the fence, VI
and then as a blast from the cornet rang
throughout the house, he added: ''Thar's
the dinner horn"
The curtainc came down and the old fellow
sat for a moment in silence.
"Air they comm back airtor dinnerr
Eyes" the merchant replied.
"Then wen wait an see the crap gathered.
1 alters like to see the thing well DONE" and
again he devoted himself TO deep reflection.
The curtain went up again.
Thar comes the felleTs with short britches
an the gals with wings. That big Teller ken
sing putty well, an amt Altered to open his
mouth, but that slim rooster that
tries to squeal like a oman il
in mighty POI business. 1 know sing.
in when l hear it, an eff l wus ter git up thar
ter sing I'd make that Teller standin' dowr
thar drop that stick. l couldn't go along an
sing eff a man stood up an shuck a stick al
me-. 1t mout be in fun, but l would't like it.
When a man shakes a stick at me he's got
ter stop right thar an explain. All, Lawd.
1 wish Nip Tucker was here. He'd git uI
on that latfo'm amongst them picturs
an sing them fellers outen countenance
Now, Nip's a singer. L tell yer what
he dun. Yer know whar the old Aimes
place is. Wall, luther night 1 was a sittin
on the fence at home, an Nip was over at the
Aimes place n singin', an l could hear him.
Three miles away, mind yer. Now what sort
of a show would these fellers nave with 9
man like thati Thar's the Teller with the
grubbin' hoe. Look at that little feller with
a Ratchet hackin' on the stump. They all
airter a rabbit. POUNDS how the dogs scratch, >
and the imaginative old fellow could scarcely
keep his seat. Associating every sound with
an action, and living an almost fgurative
life, the squatter, when his emotions arc
stirred, can not remain quiet. 'Thar's the
dogs smellin' in the hole. BIN, the big fell
ler's gone to work with the grubbin' hoe.
Now they all jine in an air maxim tho dirt
fly. They are huddlin' together, and if they
don't mind the rabbitll run out. BOUNDS
thar he goes, bookerty, bookerty. Head
him, head himi Through the fence. Whoopli
"Look here, SIR" said a man in authority,
tapping the old man on the shoulder. 'If
you don't behave yourself I'll put you out OF
here. You ought to have better sense than
TO come here drunk
81 amt drunk"
Eyes you are"
You're a liar, an III fight yer, rabbit ell
40 rabbit"
"Hold on" said the merchant Don't fight
tere."
"Well, he KANT say that I'm drunk, wher
I've been wantin' n drink of whisky ever
unce two hours by sun"
&c ONE on, the show is over.