Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1889-09-24
s sKiTfisHs ROOSTER.


III the Indsnna ssAshss.
wa. Cdse riding Trough the slashes
OF linton Cotsnty. down in the Hoo.ier
State. whe..s l lost my way. / rode
along until ! G. sus TO clearing on
the ed.,e Of whic< and facing the road
stood a small pole CABIN. built in the
most primitive style II had but one
small window; dirty guilt hung u
did duty as door: the ro& was Of I'M
dressed clapboards. while rude stick
chimney. dauDed with mud. tt,ok up
nearly one entire end Of the structure.
stopped my horse at the low raif
fence and. after the fashion OF the
country. hailed the occupants Of the
cabin In answer to my halIoo. long.
yaunt-looking Hoosies. came from be-
hind the house with bride. which he
mad evidently been mending. in his
hands. At the same time, too, noticed
pale. sa low-faced woman lift the quilt
to one side and peer cautiously out at
me.
''Can you tell me the way to the
Night Owl school-house?' inquired.
ss the man came closer.
why, what's goin' on over thar
vas the answer. in q tone which plain
y showed his interest in the idea which
my question had evidently suggested ~
ais mind.
Nothing that know or" ! replied.
but have little business in that
leighborhood and somehow seem to
ave lost my way"
Say. hain't got any store terbacker
lev your"
noticed the hungry. eager look in
ais eyes, as he asked the question, 80
lrew good-sized plug from his pocket
md handed It to him and waited pa
iently while he slowly filed his capa-
dous mouth. and then. cutting the plu :
n two in the midd e. handed me bacs
me piece and coolly put the other into
lis pocket.
Gosh. stranger he said. rs he sp
1t bumble-bee sitting on an iron
weed ten feet away. that's the flu.
-aste of good store terbacker I've had
fer coon's age Say. light and look
1t your saddle Wen hev some sup
'er dreckly."
NO" / replied. al am in hurry tc
set to my destination. II you can tell
me which road to take to reach the
Night Owl school-house. Til be much
obliged to you"
''Weli, you air a leetle out o 20
reck' min, but kin set you right in u
Iiffy. When fust seed you l thought
nebbe you wuz that magic lantern
show fe.ler what showed last wee
over to Lick Skillet. an Sile Ramsey
aid he hearn he lowed ter give show
me night this week down in the 'Possuin
Ridge settlement"
mo. l am not in the show business. V
[ answered. "but I am in considerable
# a hurry
well. / didn't know" he replied.
ignoring my hint that he would give
ne the information desired but you
suz him / reckon, them he contin-
led. you must be II canvassin' fer I,
,ounty atlas Or suthin'. | signed fel
me o the blamed things once. cost me
Gwen dollars. an | had ter sell The
'nly ca'f | had ter pay fer it Pu.-
y peart-lookin' chap like yourself cum
,rlong here ard talSsd me plum inter
akin it afore hardly knowed VINO
vuz Why. say. he didn't give me ;
nance ter git wo d in edgeways.
Mother time "A Teller 1um eron sellin
vind-mills; an signed a note fe. TWEEN
y-five dollers ter pag fer mill after
OF my wheat thrashed. That note
urned up in ole S:,urk's bank down tie
Upton fer two hundred an fifty dollers
n | had Ter mawgage the farm lei
ay it Oh. tel y,.r-
Say Bill. screamed the old w9
nan. from her place behind the quilt
what does that blame fool want? Yum
lerstan, now. you hain't goin ter sig'
er nothln. We don't want nothin
M we haint got nothin ter buy i
With eff we did"
Don't get s.sittish afore you re hur,
Mandy said Bill, Slowly. ''i.e onl
wants ter know the way over to til,
Night Owl Sc Element He amt go
,othin ter SELL
We'll. ! kin tell him that blam
quick, sa d the woman. stepping fi'ot
| he door. just keep right on thi
Dad til you cross Taylors run, 'bou
r half or mile b low here, an thei
| AXE the fust road that FORKS ter til.
outh; reep that road fur two miles a,
ou're where you want to go,
I thanked her and rode off but be
| IRE | was out of hearing the Hoosie
| allied after me: Say. stranger t
on cum this wa. ergin bring erlong
,ght sma.t chaince o that store tel
acker I've got q fust-rate coon PIT
II swap YOU fer it. -- FL. r. Pritcll
| nd. in Arsansaw Traveller