The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1884-02-28

ueT WueH lue CdGIle ILL III. todUe!
Eyes, sir. All done, Mr.. Small"
'Now then start up the cattle, an
keep 'em to it when they start. An
Gov. you look out an heap fix up"
"Yash, me sabe," said the Indian,
taking his position, while Mr.. Signal
gathered to himself the terrible whip,
and proceeded to try his powers in a
role in which he had faint hopes of
success. He swung the whip round
his head, bringing the heavy lash with
a rake like that Of dull rasp across
his own neck, and shouted at the cat
tie. Slowly they frightened the
chains, and then stood in the pulling
attitude, but pulling not one pound
more than just enough III to stretch the
chains.
Oxen which will pull true enough
in the beaten track have doubts about
pulling across country through the
brush.
"Get up Gee ~ shouted Reverend
Mr.. Sighal at the top of his voice, and
trying in vain to. jerk an explosion
out of the great whip, as he had seen
Mr.. Small do. "Get up Gee! Go
long, And then, seeing himself un-
successful, and becoming heated with
the exertion, he added, by way of ter
ror to the cattle, Con found you! Get
up" Still the wagon-box lay fiat on
the top of Mr.. Small.
Hearing continued rattle of
chains, and much shouting with no
apparent result, Mr.. Small called:
'.Hullo! Parson!'
Sir"
whats the matter?''
''The cattle cattle can't draw it, Mr..
Small" replied the parson sadly.
Cant draw it, be ID! Go fer
em with the brad. an cuss 'em! They
kin pull it easy enough"
Course them, Mr.. SMALL" cried the
parson, i'll voice of impressive SOL
emnity.
"Yes, cuss 'em!" shouted Mr.. Small.
Il wish | was out there, d--n 'emw
'Mr. Small, don't swear needlessly.
This is an occasion Of life and death" +"
said the parson, desistng from his eff
forts at urging the cattle, whereat he
had grown hot and red, excited and
vexed.
well, well! meyer don't fret, Par
son! Better men than me ha' died in
a better cause. Write note an send
it down to camp by the Injin-the
boys'll come up an git me out, alive
or dead"
Don't think me weak or impracti-
cal, Mr.. Small" replied Mr.. Signal,
with determined ring in his voice
''Tell me what to do and | will do it,
God being judge Of my intentions"
Can you cuss, Parson?"
ut is many years since [ have ut
tered an oath Of profanity. What is
it am to do" asked the parson,
sternly.
go round to them cattle, COM
mence on the leaders an brad 'em all
with that steel in the end O. the whip
stock-the way you've seen me do it;
then raise the whip above yer head,
start 'em on the gee pull, an jest lay
your head back an cuss as loud an
strong as you kin holler."
"The Reverend Mr.. Sighal went
round to them cattle" There was
audible to Mr.. Small's ears hustling
of ox-feet upon the earth, craaking
Of ox-bows, mixed with an occasional
short bawl; then the sound Of the
parsons voice elevated with great We
hemence-and the wagon slowly
arose enough to permit Mr.. Small to
crawl out into the air. The parson
was still shouting at the straining
cattle, when Mr.. Small limped quick
ly to where he stood, and taking the
whip from him with one hand, ex-
tended his other, which Mr. Sighal
grasped in both Of his, and, turning
his eyes, not full of tears, toward
heaven, eloquently thanked God for
His great mercy in the preservation
of life which he hoped might yet be
dedicated to good and holy works.
THANK ye, Parson," said Big Jack
as he dropped his hand and turned to
the cattle; you're a good one-thar
aint no go back from the pull, ne said ::
"Parson when marry that solid
square huilb gal, you shall do the cere-
mony, ef it costs me thousand dol
lars to fetch yer where | am =
"Ah! Mr.. Small, this lesson should
teach US that we know not what a
day may bring forth"
"Well, we'll take the chances, any
way, Parson y
What language the Rev. Mr.. Sig
hal used to the cattle is not reported
by Mr.. Small; the Indian, being ac-
customed to much that he does not
fully understand, made no note of it,;
and the wide gray silence of the desert
is no habler.
Once free, though somewhat bruis-
ed in the lower limbs, Big Jack Small
made short work of drawing his wag-
on back upon its wheels and into the
road, and slowly rolled ca toward his
destination,
In town, and his cattle corralled, he
said: Now Parson, eff yer don't want
to go to one O these yere lodgin'-
houses, you jest pile in with me under
the wagon, an wait till | unload, all
then Wen roll out agin somewkere's S
else fer another trip"
THANK you, Mr.. Small. l will,
God willing, remain in this town and
90 about the work of my Master.
How much am [ in your debt, Mr..
Small?"
SIN my debt ] Sec yere, Parson,
that's 500 thin. Yer don't owe me
nary cent. An eff ever you git stuck
an can't pull out, you jest drop line
to John Small, -, Nevada; an eff
I don't double up the hill with you,
then jest write across piece O. paper,
Big Jack Smalls aead-broke an
can't borrer a cent.
THANK you, Mr.. Small" said the
reverend, shaking Big Jacks hand.
II will pray for your well-being daily
and if at any time | can assist you,
do not fail to summon me. Good
night"
"Good-by. parson An don't fergit