The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1885-12-05

earned one on the train
"'Not a what?' | inquired.
"a woman nursing her baby. Gen
orally they are ever so plenty, just
when you don't want EN-
"'And you would ask a strange
woman you never saw before-to-to
nurse that child2' | asked, astonished.
why should not?' said Stebbins
simply.
''Then the conductor came and Bill
went for him at once. When does the
train stop-the first place, | mean?
asked Stebbins.
Thirty eight miles from here.
"'What kind OF place? asked Steb-
bins. Any refreshments?
None; nota bar even. Wood and
water
"'No chance OF milk?'
Nary chance
"'Any milk cans on this train?'
"'Not one
=" But there's baby on board this
train that wants milk
"This amt no baby nor milk train
as | knows Of said that conductor in
differently.
YOU'RE a blasted heather any
how cried Bill. This train has got
to stop, for | am bound to get some
milk for that baby
Not much. Behind time now, and
hadn't You better keep a civil tongue
III your Jaws? Otherwise you're likely
to get them jaws broke and likewise
put off the cars
The talk OF the two was so loud
and threatening that some of the
passengers heard it. Jumping upon
one OF the seats, Hiram addressed the
passengers: Ladies and gentlemen,
said ne, but most especially ladies, |
want your kind attention. On this
train-in this car-thereisa little baby
whose mother is Just dead. That ba-
by is going to perish right before your
eyes for the want Of a drop OF milk.
Here Is a conductor that won't stop
tins train so as to save the life OF that
poor little child. | put it to you
shall this train stop so that | can get
some milk, or are you willing that the
baby should die, all on account OF a
lunk-head of a CONDUCTOR
BY jabers. Dime wild you and the
young womanivery tonne, said big
Irishman.
"'Dat is jous so, chimed in a Ger
man. Then all the women Joined IN a
chorus, and cried Shame shame'
"'But, said the conductors somewhat
scared at the storm he had used.
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 then?' asked Hiram.
""There isn't house along the line
OF road for the next twenty-five mile
""There must be COWS somewhere
in the pastures insisted Hiram B.
Stebbins
"'And who's to milk them, provi2-
ing we see any?' asked the conductor,
scratching his head.
"'Is there any lady in this car that
can milk COW" inquired Hiram. No
one responded, it seemed likely thatno
milkmaid was ABOARD.
"'Well, I can milk a cow said
Hiram. i MIXED herd of 'em TWEEN
ty-five years ago, and am not ashamed
of it. Now, Mr.. Conductor, that you
seem more amenable to reason, you will
let me 60 forward, and when | spot a
COW the engineer has got to stop the
train, tor | 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 a moment, as
some cattle were seen in the distance,
but they were not OF the milkable
kind. a half hour passed, when away
of, across some fences a half mile dis
tant, a real true for true COW was seen
quietly grazing. She was q red COW,
Just that color said to give the sweet
est milk. Hiram's quick eye had
sighted her at once. He made a mo-
ton to stop the train, and we downed
brakes without whistling, for we We're
afraid to brighten off that COW. One
OF the brakemen had a tin butter
kettle, and that had been secured
clean, and off started Hiram on the
full run.
"t'Or strange man to get to close
quarters with astrange COW is no easy
matter. Hiram B. was evidently a
master in the art OF COW Corralling.
At first the COW seemed to avoid HI
ram. She turned and doubled, and
we were afraid he would lose her We
could ali see the cow stalking from the
cars, aud the excitement was intense.
i -,
Maybe 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 if she were dry? No; she wasn't.
There was Hiram B. on his knees,
working away on that COW for dear life.
We all waved our handkerchiefs to
him and the COW. At last he seemed
to have drained the cow dry.
There were fences to climb.
and some of them barbed-wire
ones. What If Hiram should drop his
butter kettle or spill its precious
contents? Finally he reached the
cars, and never was a hero more warm
~ greeted; even the conductor was
pleasant to him. The men hallooed
themselves hoarse, and some of the
women cried, they were that excited.
One old lady just smothered Hiram B.
Stebbins with her kisses. ANYHOW
that poor baby got his fill of good
sweet, fresh milk, stopped crying, and
came through safe"
NO sequel, asked some OF the list
eners.
Not that l know OF. Hiram didn't
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 and
women's tixings. He gave me a kind
OF surly nod-the oldest old rough
diamond you ever 'skeered up
Red Tape for the Dead