The Arizona sentinel., 1886-02-20
A COWBOY.

''What would you like to be, Tom. my, when you grow up," asked Mir Miggs, turning to his son.
 Tommy opened one eye, looked smilingly up into his fathers face, and replied: "A cowboy"
 "You shall be a cowboy" said MT Miggs, rubbing his hands; "but you are not large enough and old enough to be one yet. It would be too sudden a change to lift you out of the nurses lap on to the back of mustang. I am | going to send you out to Benlow' dairy-farm, where we spent month last summer"
 "When can I gop" asked Tommy, eagerly.
 ''Just as soon as we can get you ready"
 T haven't a bowie-knife," pleaded Tommy.
 Never mind that" replied MT. Miggs; "wait until you have reached that stage of your education that justi- fies the carrying of a knife. Besides, there are no dangerous characters about Benlow's dairy-farm; but if you want knife just for the sake of ap- pearances, MT. Benlow will be happy to lend you his sickle to carry around, as he has no use for it when the ground is covered with snow."
 That night Tommy Miggs dreamed himself cattle king, walking henohti- ly around in a red shirt, top boots, sombrero, long hair and a portable nickle-plated armory madly shining under his coat tail. He dreamed of living across the prairie like tLo wi, T on 9 mad. impassioned steed, and be ing looked upon as dangerous, and avoided bY the stranger.
 On the following day ne was pIouu- spirited, and would have little or noth- ing to say to his companions, and it is only fair to say that they envied him, and regarded him as one born under lucky star. A day or two later he started for the dairy farm with light heart. It was not a great distance from the city, and MT. Benlow was on the lookout for him, as he had received letter from MT. Miggs instructing him to create in Tommy's breast such a hatred of cows that he would never after care for roast beef
 So when Tommy Miggs arrived, MT. Benlow was at the station with sleigh to meet him and drive him out to the farm, which was several miles distant. After they had gone little way Tom my said: "Ive come cut here to learn to be a cowboy"
 "We'n make cowboy of you before long," replied MT. Benlow. "Do you know anything about cows?"
 Nothing, replied Tommy, humbly.
 "Well, we'll open your eyes on cows" said MT. Benlow.
 In a short time the sleigh drew up before the Benlow mansion, an old fashioned farmhouse, and Tommy was ushered into the parlor, dining-roOm and kitchen at once, for these rooms were in one at MT. Benlow's.
 That night Tommy Migg's supper consisted of salt pork, glass of milk, some potatoes and piece of pie. AL though he was not exactly satisfied with it, he had the good sense to ap- preciate the fact that it would harden him for the rigors of a cowboy life if he could only outlive it.
 
 large upholstered attic room, with no carpet on the floor, and Jumps like cobble-stones in the mattress, and the windows rattling perfect tattoo in the fierce winter wind that shrieked with out. For moment he thought of his little sister at home, asleep under a handsome crazy quilt and roof that didn't leak, with her doll on the pill low beside her, and the nice nursery fire; but he banished this thought in- stantly, and fell asleep with thought of gratitude for his rare good fortune.
 He was awakened at four in the morning by MT. Benlow's big boots, as that gentleman came in with a candle, and told him it was time to get up to do the milking and get the cans ready for the train. "We'l make a cowboy of you soon," remarked the farmer, cheerfully, as Tommy rubbed his eyes,
 Tommy arose rather reluctantly, for the bed was as warm as the room was cold, dressed for the day, and used the paper curtain for towel. Hehad to blow on his fingers to keep them warm, and when he got out to the barn he was shivering.
 "Just give each of the cows some hay" said MT. Benlow.
 Tommy did as he was told, being un- der the impression that he would next be asked to go out and lasso bull. But he was made sick at heart when he learned that lassoes were not used, for the simple reason that every animal on the place would come when called, like dog. As soon as the milk was canned and sent to the train, the BenlOws sat down to breakfast, which consisted Of buck wheat cakes and coffee that seemed no stronger than ordinary hot water. The Graham rolls and mutton chops of his breakfast at home would have been much more palatable, but he didn't grumble. While he was eating on in silence, MT. Benlow said: How is Car To to-day?"
 "Very sick" replied Mrs. Benlow;