Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1886-10-27


whar,' thort he, but I'll do any thing
10 get Rippy-rap.'
I'm yer hucklebcrry,' said he TO
the King. But tn hain't no amuni-
ton round these woods ell knock
white deer over
I'D like to bet yc my scalp agin
your'n th't tn is said the wicked
prophet.
80 Perjuce ii, then, said Nocky-fop.
DRAWN hissclf up foot higher. AN
I'll lay the white decr-skin down here
afore pick my teeth artcr supper to-
night
1.-The prophet draw'd an arrcr out'n
his sleeve. II had a silver head.
'Thar's an arrer,' said he, 'ez'll
find the heart o. any white deer an
lay him low"
9TH want no moro said. Nocky
took the arrcr an dug out fur n big
pond th't laid of in the mountains. He
jumped in his canoe and padded over
to whar he know'd a white deer GIN
er'ly wadcd in lords night to cat an
drink. Artcr he had gone the wicket
prophet said to the King:
Slambo,' said he, come long O.
me. l know whar the young var
mint is goin'. Wen hide. an wen he
shoots the white deer, wo'll injy the
wagon load q Misty that'll tumble
arter him.
$50 Slambo an the prophet sneaked
over an laid low long the pond.
Nocky driftcd about in his canoe, an
by an by big white deer skipped
out'n the woods and wadcd inter the
pond. Nocky strung his bow, an,
taking aim at the deer, let the silver
arrcr fly. The deer gave a yell that
filled tho woods. an tumbled over
dead.
Then Nocky-flop found th't he
couldn't move muscle. Ho sat thax
in the canoe like n stone monument
till he went crazy cz a loon, an then
he died. The people missed the King.
an the prophet, an Nocky-fop. an
arter two or three days went out to
look for EN-. They found Nocky-1op
in his canoe dcader'n salt mackeral
Then they 'skivered the dead white
deer That 'splaincd the fate o. Nocky.
Lookin' lectlc furder in the woods
they found tho King, dead, with hole
in his heart. Right ahind him laid the
wicked prophet, an in his heart was
the arrcr with the silver head, stickin'
straight in the air. Nbcky had shot
the arrer clean through the deer. The
King an the prophet war right in
range, an the arrcr slid, Through Slam
DO, an lodged in the prophets black
heart. Wen Rippy-rap-Kctinko heerd
o the fate o. her lover she throw d her.
self in the lake. They got her out,
rolled her on bar'ls,/ an tried ev'ry
which way to fetch her to, but tw'an't
no kind % use. The jig were up. In
less'n Il year tn want enough scalps
left in that noble tribe to pay even a
squaw fur the trouble 10 goin' an TAX
in 'cm. That pond!has been called
the White Deer pond,cvcr since, Peleg,
an l hope CT yo run over to
the grocery artcr my terbacker
th't yell be able to pick a
moral out'n the story ben a tcllin' yc.
Tell the storckccpcr th't I'LL drop in cz
go by an hand him the. five cents fur
the tbackcr, sonny. an'Ilemmc see il
yc kin git it cz quick'cz l uscty git
tbacker fur my dear OF gran'pop
wen l war boy"
Peleg ran to the grocery. He was
soon back, and the Old Settler smiled,
approvingly.
"Grandpop," said Pc{cg, Ibid you
always get the tobacco for YOUR grand
pop when you went after FTP"
"Alluz. sonny" said tho Old Settler.
Ibid the storckecucr know your
grandpop7" asked litt}o Peleg.
"Ez we'll CT you tknow whar yer
gran'mammy keeps hdr ginger snaps.
Peleg," said the Old Settler, with a
good-naturcd wink.
That's kind O. funny" said Pelcg,
musingly. when I tsld the store
keeper to give me f1kc-ccnt paper OF
tobacco for my grandpop, and that
you'd drop in and hand him dhe money
when you were going by, he said:
'That'd be all right, sonny, If I.didn't
know your grandpop; but I know1him.
Then he kind O. laughed, and I'didn't
get the tobacco, grandpop."
THAR We be already, yc ongrnteful
cub!" shouted tho Old Settler, bring
ing his cane down on the kitchen@f floor.
Eye 60 an raise an umbcrcl in the
house, an / feel it in my bones at
wunst that sumpin onlucky's bound to
happen, but il IDA thunk th't the fust
thing to happen were no t'backcr for
me I'd -"
But Pelcg had caught sight of Bill
Simmons on his way to 60 i'm swim
ming, and was half way across tho lot
to Join him before the Old Settler could
finish what he had it in his mind to
say. AS Pcleg disappeared down the
road the Old Settler said, ficrcely:
If that boy stays here much longer
| M'riar an mel hcv words. We will,
b'goshv'-Ed. Mott, in ~ y Sun
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