San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1888-09-29


strangers on a train" he added with, it
seemed TO me, unnecessary haste.
/ didn't know Of anything to do, except
abuse the country.
~ know what" he went on; "let's each
enc of us tell story"
"All right" replied.
Its go them" he safd; 'what's your
story 'boutF
my story is about a man." replied IN
blushingly, ''who owned a COW that had only
one horn, and that wasn't much of horn,
you know. It's mostly about the cow" l
added desperately wondering what | could
possibly tell about a COW that had only one
horn and that not really all a horn should be-
Sounds first rate" he replied. But two
dollars N a half it II be laundering good |
story. Mine is only jess bout teller that
took his girl to a shindiS-jess n scrub ev'ry |
day story. Blaze away with your COW
yarn"
Couldn't think of it, sir, couldn't think of |
it for moment You go ahead first want |
to hear all about the Teller who took his girl
to the shindig."
"Well," he replied slowly, and thought
he looked even more solemn than before, "all
right-rll do it-though I'm somewhat anx-
ious to know about that COW. Which horn
was it that was gomez No matter, though;
III know when you tell it. The fellow was
speaking Of came down to little town where
| useter live, in Minnesota, and started
newspaper 1t was an awful weak paper,
and he was cussed fool. He was little, and
had red eyes, and went around with his head
up like balky COW with board over her
face, and he didn't know nothing anyhow.
He didn't know how torun live newspaper.
built new hen house-one that Jess made
the hens open their mouths and cackle when
they seen it-but he never said q word about
it in his paper He didn't seem to have the
ability to discuss public questions like this
at all
"Well, one night there was a shindig out
Of town about mile, at Old Man Plummer's
place. 1t was big un-they had three fid-
dlers and the organ they borrowed from the
Methodist church. OF course this ere Char
lie Riggles-that was his name-this ere
editor-of course Charlie must go. He
couldn't see hon house, but he could a shin
dig. He blowed about it in his paper before
hand, too, and called 1t hop, which pred
ierdiced some agin it, too. If he had only
knowed it. Well, he went out some six or
seven miles on Gopher perairie, and got Old
Hoss Perkins darter to take to this hop, as
he called it. She want no caller, sickly
specimen-she could precerate the good
p'ints Of hen house as fur as she could see
it. They got to the old mans bout dark,
jess as the head fiddler was turning up.
"Well, the night wore on, which remark I
once read, and everything was all o. X.
The dancin' was KEEP up lively an everybody
had a good time. Charlie, the Teller I'm
a-talkin' bout. brought the girl to the blow
out in one o these ere one boss baggies that
has powerful small wheels in front an power
full big uns behind Well, long bout mid
night, mebby a little past, when it was dark
as a string O. black cats, bout twelve, or
mebby some past, don't know exactly, some
o the boys went out to this ere buggy,
kinder, an sorter walked around it, an
hefted it, an talked a little, an said it looked
like rain, an sized up the buggy, an by an
by sorter somehow changed the wheels on the
blamed thing-put the behind ones for'ard
an the forard ones behind, you see. The
boys done it, you know, for sort Of joke, I
reckon. Mebby they wanted to see if a man,
what couldn't see q henhouSe would CATCH
onto buggy with its front r'ared up n tho
ar like a treadmilL 1t made a powerful
funny lookin' buggy of it-peared to be built
some like bufferlo-high in front an low
behind l never seen such high should
cred buggy before nor since 1t looked 'sif it'll
had its for'ard feet JPN the manger reach.
in over into the oat bin.
"Well, the night wore some more, till il
o'clock, when Charlie, this ere youth what
thought he could run paper, said he guesseC
they'd better 60 home. So he hitched up, an
Old Hnss' darter put on her dry goods-her
wraps an fixins-an' went out an got in the
buggy with Charlie Still dark's the inside
of a cow-no moon for month, an the stars
all clouded under There's something wrong
with this ere buggy says Old Hoss' girl
No, nuthin the matter says Charlie, we're
jess goin' up hill, that's ALL an then they
both leaned forard to keep from fallin' over
backards
THE girl still thought there was somethin'
out o whack with the conveyance, an said
she allowed she'd have to tie fatiron to her
feet to keep from goin' out behind. Don't
git accited, says Charlie, "we'Se jess goin'
up old Dad Hawkins hill So they KEEP
naggin' along, naggin' along, slow like, an
Charlie let the boss stop an rest ev'ry little
ways, cause he said it must be powerful hard
work to draw up such a steep bill. So they
KEEP pokin' long, pokin' long, an Charlie
lowed to git out an walk if the hill got much
sleeper. So they leaned for'ards, an part O.
the time hung on to the dashboard with
their hands if they did strike a little hill, an
KEEP snailin' long, snailin' long,. A good
deal of the time they stopped to let the boss
catch his breath, it bein' such a powerful
long hill, an then they'd sit there quiet as a
pot o paint, an think. By an by
the girl begun to git spunky. I've trav-
eled this ere road before she said, AM