San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-05-23

wild and woody desire to become Ba-ad
Man Qimited). His hard earned BwitiShneSs,
of course, he could not give up; but nice,
New Mexico cowboy frill upon his English
suit would make him a marked man among
the dudes at home. He aspired, therefore, to
sling the sassy lariat, beard the untamed
bronco In its lair, and rival Billy Martin
with the pistol His first attempt to rope a
highly pacific tying post only ensnared his
own head, and nearly ruined the architecture
of that cherished hat. A 30-year-old horse,
ambitionless as a mummy, landed him on his
skull in somewhat odorous pool-which quite
finished the hat, and came very near finish
ing Mr.. jerks. With these setbacks, the two
first named ambitions oozed out of him, but
craftsmanship was more persistently wooed.
1t is of record that at the end Of the second
week he had achieved three holes in tomato
can set on a rock ten feet from the door, and
had crippled hut one horse-which We all
thought encouraging.
Knowing this to be desperate region,
Mr.. jerks had come fully heeled. He had
procured his tailor to erect two hip pockets
on the dome of those English trousers, and in
each of these he carried beautifully nickel
plated, pearl handled pistolette of % demon
nation. The muZZles of these very danger
ous weapons slipped into the chambers of one
of our guns as slick as cartridges. Mr.. jerks,
however, was proud of his armament, and
got his nose fearfully out Of joint when Cuate
one of the Mexican punchers- cried to buy
them to give to his girl for Sgrings. As
Cuate has territorial reputnfkn, however,
and shoots the heads off of chickens as he
gaHops past Mr.. jerks wisely held his horses,
and let the insult rankle exclusively in his
own breast-if such thing existed in the two
inches between his shirt front and the back
of his coat.
"By a coincidence Mr. jerks struck the
territory in the time of the fall shearing
Our round up was over, and assye had moth.
ing particular to do we went to zee AmadO
Chaves-a deuced good fellow, if he is a sheep
man-and took jerks along with Us to the
sheaping in San Miguel We had to halt sew
erl times on the road to pick bin up and re-
place him on the gentle old mule he had sub.
stituted for any further equine risks
"Here Mr. jerks intermittent intellect
grew inaamed over the report that two Of
the shepherds had seen a bear that afternoon,
and he forthwith anointed his artillery with
hair oil and with great care. Seeing the
which, Cuate and the Kid erected perpen-
the biggest sheep dog, they swathed him in a
buffalo robe secretly; and in the dead hour of
night, taking the dog out among the cedars,
they raised yell of 'Bearl Bearr In three
seconds Mr.. jerks was abroad, an animated
flag of'ruce as TO his apparel, but in heart
thirsting for gore In each band be clinched
one of his mosquito guns, which kept Sput
teTing at every. jump. 1t sounded like an old
fashioned corn popping.
AT this opportune junctupe'the Kid, hid
dep in the bushes, let go his bold Of Borracho's
ear and gave that buffalo robed canine
savage kick. Poor Borracho fed down the
canyon with terrific howlings, and Mr.. jerks
sated'four feet into the air, shrieeing, Bah
JoveL Init him. hit himr and rushed into
the house to fill his pill boxes with fourteen
more homeopathic pellets. Further sleep
that>nisht was out Of the question Mr.
jerks was, on a rampage up and down the
canyon looking for the carcass Of his bear
The possibility that the bear might not have
suecumbea ito his ponderops missiles never
entered his head. AS for the rest of Us w
were too interested to sleep. Meantime the
Kid had caught and pacified Borracho and
removed his stage, toggry. Along toward
sun up Mr.. jerks limped into the house and
fell exhausted upon his bunk. Then Cuatc
sailed forth, killed sheep in the corral and
caught It's blood in bucket The Kid tool
the. bucket and ten mile tramp up the
mountain scattering clotted gore with prodi
ga4ity, and pausing, whenever he came to
muddy place, to make bear tracks with his
bareN palm.
AT 10 O'Clock in the morning Mr.. jerks
awoke and having insinuated himself into hi;
reluctant outer Ygarments-forgosten in the
nights mad chase-and without waiting for
breakfast, he ambled out with cooked poplet
in either gloved fist OF course he couldn't
Nave found the trail if there had been sign
boards at every rod but Cuate and the Kid
volunteered TO go with him-a kindness for
which be was ready 10 condone their past If
reverence. Lateythat evening the trailing
party returned Mr.. jerks was wild with
excitement, though nearly dead with fatigue
His blonde shoes were cut to pieces ON the
sharp rocks. his kids we're actually soaked
with 'pehspiwation,' and his face was a wal
map of scratches. The boys had been careful
to let every available twig snap back against
his frontispiece. But weary and wounded a.
he was he couldn't sleep, and for hours pipeG
bah Jovesr and fought his battles over
'Dead' OF course he's deadl We found more'u
a bushel of blud, ye Know. Won't my wela
tives be pawalyzed when they know that
killed gwizzly bean bigger'n cowr
las luck would& have it one of the shep
herds on the other side of the mesa did run
across bear that day, and translated it with
his venerable Spencer. Having skinned tn,
carcass and hiddenAthe hide safely, he cam,
over to the camp in the middle of the nigh
to tell US about it This was fairly providen
tial Mr. jerks was notified next morning
and gave the guileleSs flock protector a FIVE