The Arizona champion., 1886-12-04

finder is richly engraved and silver plated.
 "Whatl Oh, mol Come herel' apostropnizes Tod, endearingly, as he twirls the pistol dextrously around his trigger finger. making what cow boys admiringly call "hne gun play Then he buckles on the belt and re- turns the pistol to it's scabbard.
 "Set me out some of the old stuff," he orders. In moment he has pour ed out and downed six-fnger whis. key straight"
 "Now gi'me cigar"
 With hearty pufs he strides away, leaving the saloon man to "chalk 1t down till later on.
 Rising into the saddle he rides de. liberstely away at a jog trot.
 As he passes along the business streets bright with lights, he is rec ognized by certain lady acquain- tances he would not care to asso- ciate with elsewhere than in Cow town.
 "Golng out, Tod2" they scream in shrill feminine tones.
 "Yes, so long girls, good bye!' re- plies Tod, pushing steadily on.
 And so he passes out of the glim- mer of lights to utter darkreSs outside the town. Arrived there, some sud den impulse causes him to fire off his revolver SIX times and then gailop rapidly away.
 ON THE ROAD.
 At the ferry Tod finds no ferry man. After lusty hallos without an swer he leads bis pony on the ferry boat and tying it 70 the boat rails navagates the "darned machine" across himself
 "Serve him right to have to skif, over alter his boat,' murmurs Tod remonnting and pushing his way up the deep, dark coulee through which the road runs.
 A sharp canter carries him over a table-land and drops him down in to creek along whose sinuous wind ings for some distance the road leads. It is now nine and night. The moon is down, but the stars glimmer kind ly. The COW pony trots along at an easy gait. Lighting fresh cigar Tod smokes and philosophizes:
 "What d devil of a life is this cow punching racket anyhow. Most of the time among stag of men away from women and children and everything civilized. It's h--ll of life. And to make the matter worse there is more in 1t. Maybe there might be if a fellow could only hold down his job and get work the year around, but it's hard to do it anymore. Cow com psnies are getting devilish economical and don't carry many men through the winter. Then if fellow saves h;s money he is spotted for a "stingy fel low" by the chaps who blow In their whole wad and that's another gricv- ance. A cowboy can't save enough to get starter in cattle any more, and the day IS past when man gets promoted to foreman on account of what he knows about cattle. It's all influence now in the COW business, like it IS in everything else. Then Ii d fellow tries to get off into other bus iness he IS met everywhere by "no cowboy need apply" Blame me, it a hard outlook," and to emphasize his despair Tod rattlcs spurs on the pony's ribs.
 Then he remorsctully remembers certain sums of three hundred and four hundred dollars which at differ en' times he has "blpwed in" and he curses himself for his folly. He won. ders why men come west 10 hate them selves anyhow. Then he resolves that the next pile of money he gets hell never turn another COW.
 The fact IS lod's late indulgencies in town have made him bilious and he is undergoing spell such as all cowboys have at times.
 As the night wears on he grows in better humor. The air grows chilly and cools his fevered head. He pulls on his overcoat and jpgs along whist lInU cnptenta1lv ae ,,l.a ,,rt ,,,.,.o.:-