The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1886-01-24

A Man from the East Gets Acquainted with
the Dakota Blizzard.
Bismarck Tribune.
1t was 23o below zero yesterday, and the wind
was in good working order. A slender tender.
foot was coming down the street on a sort Of a
crippled dog trot" his blue and suppurating
proboscis protruding like a forerunner of frozen
misery. Just as he reached the corner he was
stopped by Ed. Sloan, the rustler and assistant
banner-winner. Sloan saw the stranger long in
advance of the meeting. and deciding to make an
impression on him. he doffed his buffalo coat and
cap, threw off his undercoat and at his conflu-
ence with the shivering tenderfoot he appeared
in his shirt sleeves, wipirg his brow with q
handkerchief. The tenderfoot was startled.
just as he was about to pass the sweltering
Sloan exclaimed:
Good morning, stranger you look sort
feeble. Not sick, HOPPER
Good morning. sir" falteringly replied the
dumfounded stranger, his teeth ehattering like
a trip-hammer. mo- sir, I'm not sick. never
enjoyed better health in my life"
He edged in close TO the building to escape the
wind, and looked at Sloan with Multiplying
glance of INQUIRY. and it was plain to be seen
that he thought he had met lunatic or crank OF
the most yiruent type.
But you look cod' calculated the honest
Sloan, as he rubbed some more cayenne pepper
and kerosene on his face to give il the appear
anee of heat and persplration. Here take some
of this medicine; it will help you You've got
the godarndest case of chills / ever saw"
The stranger looked wild. The wind whistled
around the corner with a vicious howl, ard the
stranger rubbed the end of his nose to keep up
the circulation
well, must say that you are the most won
derful character ever met said the tenderfoot.
Don't you think you will freeze out here day
like this in your shirt sleeves
"Freeze Freeze!' yelled Sloan. s'Why, fnan..
I tell you. you're sick. This is just the kind ct
day to plant yer pumpkin seeds. I've just
been out hoeing my early rose potatoes, and
find that the blasted bugs have got onto the
vines. Whew! let's go in aud take lemonade
to cool off on"
mo, excuse me; guess I'll go back to the
hotel" replied the tourist; but just as he was
about to leave Farmer Wallace approached,
putting and perspiring, carrying his coat On one
arm and sheaf of wheat on the other
well, Sloan" said the farmer little warm
to-day
Yes How are you getting along with your
work?"
''Very well, indeed. left the boys blowing
on the northwest quarter, and the height ors'
girls have come ever to go a-plunming on the
creek.n
By this time the stranger looked faint and
weak.
Say, farmer" said Sloan, pointing at the be-
wildered stranger. don't you think that this
gentleman is in pretty bad shape? I tell you he
ought to see DOCTOR
'Why, my friend, what's the matter with
you2" asked the farmer in voice that went echo.
ing in the frosty air like the gust OF brass
band. You look cold and kind er blue. Come
utfor your health. Isuppose.n
AS the stranger about to speak, Captain
Cali came upon the scene, dressed in tidy base
ball uniform, and swinging a bat in his hand.
"Come on! Come on All aboard for the ball
grounds!' shouted the Captain as he dashed by,
with gleeful expression in his sparkling eye
and a ruddy glow on his cheeks.
will you go out to see the game Of ball,
stranger" mildly asked Mr.. Sloan You can
walk down with"
But he was gone. He rushed back to the ho-
tel, went to his room, thawed out over q steam
radiator and remained inside gazing out upon
the first real, rolleking blizzard OF the season
until the cast-bound train arrived. He paid his
bill by the bell-boy route, refusing to speak to
any one until he was safely seated in the Pull
man sleeper AS the train moved out he asked
the conductor if he would put on little extra
speed as he wanted to see his wife and chilaasa
once more before he died