Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1885-12-17


ing to perish right before your eyes for
the want of drop of milk. Here is a
conductor that won't stop this train so
as to save the life of that poor little
child. ] put 1t to you-shall this train
stop so that 1 can get some milk, or are
you willing that the baby should die,
all on account Of q lunkhead Of con-
ductorf
+" BY jabers! Dime wild you and the
young woman livery tonne said big
Irishman.
Dat is jous SO, chimed in Ger
man. Then all the women Joined in q
chorus, and cried Shame! shame!'
/" But said the conductor, some.
what scared at the storm he had raised.
There isn't any milk at the next stop
ping place, nor at the next station
neither
Can't you stop at some farm
house thenp' asked Hiram.
-" There isn't a house along the line
Of road for the next twenty-five miles.
g There must be cows somewhere
in the pastures, insisted Hiram b.
Stebbins.
".And who's to milk them, provid-
ing we see any?' asked the conductor,
scratching his head.
&" is there any lady in this car that
can milk cowP' inquired Hiram. No
one responding, it seemed likely that
no milkmaid was aboard.
Well, / can milk cow said Hi
/ At sIIy1I q, hn,.1 Of INN txya nv
five years ago, and am not ashamed of
it. Now, Mr.. Conductor, that you
seem more amenable to reason, you
will allow me to go forward, and when
l spot a COW the engineer has got to
stop the train, for am bound to find
some milk for that baby
"'Oh, the dear, thoughtful man!
said all the women, and Bully for you!
cried the men.
"Stebbins went forward and took his
place at the engine, and followed him.
: Cows were scarce in that prairie re-
gion. Steers there were in plenty, and
horses, but no cows. Sometimes the
train would slack up for moment, as
some cattle were seen in the distance,
but they were not of the milkable kind.
A half-hour passed, when away off,
across some fences, half-mile distant,
q real, true cow was seen quietly graz
ing. She was red COW, just that
color said to give the sweetest milk.
Hiram's quick eye had sighted her at
once. He made motion to stop the
train, and we downed brakes without
whistling, for we were afraid to frighten
off that COW. One of the brakemen had
tin butter kettle, and that had been
secured clean, and off started Hiram on
the full run.
a"For a strange man to get to close
quarters with strange COW is no easy
matter. Hiram b. was evidently a
master in the art of cow-corralling. Al
first the cow seemed to avoid Hiram.
She turned and doubled, and we were
afraid he would lose her We could al
see the COW stalking from the cars, and
the excitement was intense. Hiram B.
managed things beautifully. May be
she was kind of providential cow. He
was bold, yet conciliatory. At last
Hiram, after quarter of an hours
hard work, cornered that COW. What il
she were dryP No; she wasn't. There
was Hiram B. on his knees. working
away on the cow for dear life. We al
waved our handkerchiefs to him ant
the COW. At last he seemed to have
drained the COW dry. There were fences
to climb, and some of them barbed-wirt
ones. What if Hiram should drop hi
butter kettle or spill its precious con
tents? Finally he reached the cars
and never was hero more warml,
greeted; even the conductor was pleas
ant to him. The men followed them
selves hoarse, and some of the womer
cried, they were that excited. One oil
lady just smothered Hiram B. Stebbin
with her kisses. Anyhow, that poo
baby got his fill of good, sweet, fresl
milk. stopped crying, and came through
safe!'
mo sequelP" asked some of tn
, listeners.
"Not that / know of. Hiram didn'
marry the pretty girl who was taking
care of the baby. met him three
weeks ago going north from Atlanta
He was still travelling in feathers ant
women's fixings. He gave me kint
of surly nod-the oldest old rough dia
mond you ever 'skeered up IN Y
Times.