The Bad Lands cow boy. [volume] (Little Missouri, Dakota [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-1886, 1885-08-27

had to climb ut iii the table and chairs !
to make room for his feet: The more:
intricate steps bf the Newport and rae
quet were executed by that young but
shining Ornament Of society, Charley
Mell6r.
Asong from Lee was the unanimous
demand when the fiddler was finally ex-
hausted. Il can't sing,S protested Wal
ter with the modesty Of true merit, bnt
the excuse Would not 60 down ana he
finally sang one song. A wild tempest
of applause rose from the assembly al
the conclusion Of this song ahd there
was scarcely q dry eye III the crowd as,
the last tender strain died away. clog
dance and song by Fred The cook was I
the next demand and was filed with
neatness and dispatch. The dance was i
performed to the music Of the ilarmos
Mica inthe agile mouth Of the ttTIiples
tongued Englishman. The music Waa ]
fine, the dance excellent, and the song
that futtered ont dOors, wandered up
dvat the mountain and droyle the coyss
otes back into their holes; WIS ats ms
lows:
I am cook Of the cowboys camp; 5s2 za'
dmcing, rowing; musical tramp. 5
can Try sltce OF bacon to the achme Of per:
fection s f5s f5sSt s. S
And my latest batch of dun win benf the 4
closest Of Inspection:
can boil pot 6f Eaters TIL they afe ia stheI
right condition. szs4. {: g
And can handle the harmoniea just like an old
mlac1an. KS rs S5
A 4 breakdown, clog or hornpfpe cah dance
with great agility, S
And dish yon ont plate Of beans with eyeii
more facility.
grind meas Of coffee every morning With i
dexteftts; ~ 800 .s...tI I7
And get the breakfast ready with unusual
celerity: 4 g. st3E5 s$s
'But no body viii get hp Ia time il
you don't all go to bed pretty soon :;
broke in Charley RAIDER the foreman.
The hint was sufficient: Beds were unE=s a.
rolled and spread out I'll tie Ioof: The
iisrobing process was completed BY tAks
ing off boots, spurs, coats and hats, and
in short time nothing was heard but
the steady snore Of the cowboys; the
Whitney OF. a strayed horse, or the dis
NAL howl Of a lonesome coyote on the
mountain. ! 55.l: = ... .$.35:ts {: T. :,
Sunrise in the ihountainst Can We
find language to describe the scene that
met our view after we had scrambled
through the mountain Eedars, ana over
the rocks to the top If the Hill lii6Terlook=
ing the camp. The rain Of the night be-
fore had cleared the att, and eartl and
sky were resplendent witt all the eolors
of sunrise. In the white etrps bf the
mountain lillies hung the glfsteaing
tears into Which the clouds had: dis
solved themselves, and million rain
drops were sparkling like diamonds
from sage brush and cedar. "a thin
veil of mist rested lightly upon the
rounded crest of the mountain across the
valley. Far beyond-away to the south.
west rose the Uinta mountains against
the blue horizon; rugged, snow-crowned,
and shining like polished marble in the
morning sun. Nature is wide awake;
the long cared jack-rabbit bounds lights
1y. over the sage brush, the little birds
call to each other from among the
twisted cedars, and two old sage liefis-
looking as large as turkeys@cofne from
behind clump Of grease wood. =
S"1n the camp below, the horses are
being corralled; Jumbo is showing how
many times he can throw his lasso at the
white faced rean without catching her,
and Albert the Kid, is untying him
self from the fence where he has
been fastened for safety. Isam Dart, the
negro broncho buster, takes a tumble to
himself as his horse stumbles into
badger hole, and George Scriyner is left
to tackle the bucking bronchos that
nobody else cares to handle. Soon we
are all on the move; the 800 magnif-:
cent horses that are in the outfits are
driven up the valley to the new camp
ing place, the we'll mounted cowboys
follow and the white covered wagons
bring up the rear.-[Rook Springs (Wyo.}
Independent. -v.