The Ketchum keystone. [volume] (Ketchum, Idaho) 1885-1899, 1889-06-01
~Kiver Up, Stranger, Till tho Gals
Uudreaa."

Avef Up stranger, AM t49 E14l
Undresa"
There is a spot in the southwest.
ern part of this state known as the
'Fifty Fork of Honey Rum" a de-
licious locality, no doubt. as the
run of "honey" is of course accom-
panied by corresponding flow OF
"milk." A mixture of milk and
honey, or, at any rate, honey and
"peach," is the evidence of sublu-
uary contentment every place where
they have preaching
"Honey Run" is further Chris
tanned by the presence Of an ex-
tremely hospitable family, whose
mansion, comprising one apart
ment, neither more nor less, is re-
nowned for not being shut against
the traveller; and 80 our friend
found it, during the chilly morning
Dir, at the expense of q rheumatism
in his shoulder-its numerous un-
affected cracks and spaces clearly
showing that dropping the latch
was useless formality. The ven
cradle host and hostess, in their
own apartment, usually enjoy the
society of two sons, four daughters,
sundry dogs and as many dodgers
as may deem it prudent to risk the
somewhat equivocal allQtments of
sleeping partners.
On the night in question. our
friend, after hearty supper of ham
and eggs and a canvass of Fifty
Forkers, the old lady having point
ed out his bed, felt weary and only
looked for an opportunity to "turn
in" though the mosquitoes we're
trumpeting all kinds of wrath and
no net appeared to them. The dogs
flung themselves on the floor, or
again rose restlessly and sought the
door step; the old man stripped un-
scrupulously and sought bis share
in the collapse-looking pillow, and
the sons cavalierly followed his ex-
ample, leaving the old woman, gals
and stranger to settle any question
of delidacy that might arise at the
time.
The candidate yawned, looked at
his bed, went to the door, looked at
the daughters, finally, in downright
recklessness, seated himself upon
the "downy cot" and pulled off his
coat. Well, he pulled off his coat,
and then he yawned and twisted,
and then he called the old lady's
attention to the fact that it would
never do to sleep in his muddy
trousers and then he undid his
vest, and then he twisted again, and
then suddenly an idea of her lodg-
er's possible embarrassment seemed
to fash upon the old woman, and
she cried:
Seals, turn your backs round till
he gets into. bed," and they did in
less than no time, when the hostess
again spoke:
Reckon, stranger, as you amt
used to us, you'd better kiver up
till the gals undress, hadn't your"
By this time our friends sleepy
fit was over, and though he did
'kiver up" as desired, somehow
or other the old counterpart was
kind in hiding his bushes
and favoring his sly glances. The
nymphs soon slowed themselves
away, for there were neither bustles
to unhitch nor corsets to unlace,
when their mamma, evidently anx-
ious not to smother her guest, con-
siderably relieved him:
"You can unkiver now, stranger
I'm married folks, and you amt
afeard Of me, I reckon!''
The stranger happened to be mar
ried folks himself; he unkivered
and turned his back with true con-
nubial indifference as far as the
ancient lady was concerned but
with regard to the gals his half
raised curiosity inspired the most
tormenting dreams of mermaids
that he ever experienced in his life.
Constitution