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

folks o. the boss tribe! Jecwhizz,
Peleg! the style they slung on! Wen
the gals went out for stroll on a
Sunday AFTERNOON, or was dressed fur
Fourth o. July, or some ice-cream
festival they never thought o. putin
on lcss'n three strings o beads, sides
wearin' their moc'sins an hair; an
ez fur the fellcrs, they had stripes o.
red an yaller paint all over their
faces, an eagle feathers enough on
| their heads to ill bed tick. Wye,
| the wardrobe o. some o. them stuck
up Injin gals want half complete
'thout il had two pair o. moc'sins an
o quart o. beads in it, and I've heerd
th't tn was some o. the young bucks
th't couldn't think o dressin' on
lcss'n kag o. paint an two eagles n
month. Proud an 'strayagant peo-
pie, war they. Pclcg! But whar be
they now sonny? Go asst the winds
that rips and roars, an inquire of the
hills an rocks th't frowns an towers.
Go asst 'em, and if they tell ye, come
let me know, an I'll be obleeged to
yc. / will, b'gosh
Winky-ha jibby goslambo cash
were the name of the chief of this
bang-up people. That means in En-
glish, Skecrt at -nothin' less a
swamp -full-o' painters. His wife
called him Slambo fur short, and wen
call him that ez we percecd with the
history. He had dartcr. l spect
th't Rippy rap Kctinko were the
pooticst piece o. copper-colored cali
kcr th't ever chawed ven'zen. Though
she were the darter of King. she
done all the housc-work o the family,
an that's wy they called her Rippy-
rap-Kctinko, which means in our lam
guage, Ez-uscful-in-thc family 81. 81
fine-tooth-comb. The King had a
prophet. Besides prophetin' he were
the family doctor, and usety also do a
few slick tricks with cards, an juggle
pennies an shillin' pieces up his sleeve
for the big chiefs amusement. He
were uglicr thin the front ecnd of a
rhinoccrhoss. They called him Waw-
waw-sloggy-swampum, or Skcer-the-
man-in-thc- moon-to-dcath with one
yoop. He were terror, but the King
were stuck on him. The lcadin' young
| buck o. the tribe were risin' youth
by the name o Nishy.pishy-wahnocky-
flop. The gang he travelled with
called him Nocky-ilop, but in English
his name d be Chaw- the. head of Ma
mad-rattlcsnakc-an -call-it-fun.
IF We were lcctlc older, sonny, tn
wouldn't be no need o me tcllin' We
TIT Nocky-llop were dead an gone on
Sambo- gash's charmin' dartcr, Rippy-
rap-Ketinko He loved her wuss'n u
bar loves honey, an she swoppcd her
love for his'n, even decker. The noble
OF King didn't hcv no idee that sech
were the case till his prophet came to
him one day an 'tol' him that Nocky-
flop an the Kings darter were spoonin'
like two turklc doves ov'ry night over
the back garden gate. Jccwhlzz, Pcleg!
how mad OF Samb)-gash did git. He
hoped an he sworc, an he said that
he'd slice the impydent young Injin into
bait for cells.
Holy smoke" he hollcrcd. That
cpstart of Chaw-the- hcad-oif 'n-a-rat-
tlcsnakc havin' the check to shine up
to the high-born Useful-cz-a-fne-tooth-
comb! Wy durn his pictcrs! I'll 60
an drop him out'n a ninc-story windcr,
jist for luckr
Now, Nocky-llop were ez poplar
Gu peanuts with the noble tribe, an the
sly OF prophet, Waw-waw-sloggy-
swampum, know'd that if tho King
should do any thing SO rash cz to drop
the young buck out'n setch high win
der, tn chances war th't the people d
git their dandcr up an jst fix both the
King an his prophet so th't nu:her one
on 'cm d ever hev any place fur dan
der agin. So the prophet says to the
King:
'Hol on, Slambo. he says; don't
60 off half-cocked. Thur more way
thin one out'n the woods, he says, If
one is n cow-pnth; I've got scheme,
an if you'll only stick to me, he says,
well get rid o Mr. Nocky-1op so
quick an easy th't it'll make yer head
swim. An bcttcr'n that, he says, the
pcoplc'll say that it sarvcd him right.
I've got my finger showed way under
his gills, yer Majesty he says, AN
don't you furget it,
1.-THE prophet was bad man, Pcleg,
an he were CT jealous o. Nocky-Hop ez
tho King were, an he had grudgc
agin the King, too, fur the prophet had
mentioned it.wunst to Slambo-gash th't
it would suit him to death to marry the
charmin' Rippy-rap-Ketinko, an the
King had sot down on him like a
thousan' o. brick on rotten punkin.
All. Pelcg," said the Old Settler, 1.-THE
wicked often flourishcs like green bay
boss, an the righteous hain't got no
more show thin a jug O. rum at barn
raisin'.
I'm gcttin' lcetlc ahead O. my
story, Pelcg, SO Ill put right in here
wat mowt ha' toll yc aforc. The In
jins know'd th't all white deer was
sacred, an th't to kill one would be in
vitin' all kinds o. misiortun' on the