Los Angeles daily herald., 1889-07-08
EOW PICKLES DIED.
T he Old Cattlemau Tells a
Frontier Reminiscence.
rEE ARTLEss WESTERN WAY
low a Cowboy Accommodated the
Half Who Excepted to
sRemovaF' of His Uncle.

lhe old cattleman leaned back in his
9hsir and poised between scornful fingers
ia last chapters OF cigar.
No, son, never did no KILN myself,
t5 I've stood round and seed folks gil
,ked clear through, which is more
~ table. l calls to mind KILN down
10 d Ike Stockton's hotel, about seven
ills below Ration. You kin see the
Old house yet from the Santa te winders'
hpt this here little fippancy I'm men,
tier n was his'try before the railroad got
fb 3. ,,c.,.,.
here was big crowd at Stockton 8
aha June day. The corrals were lull Vi
pses mules, an teams, an wagon trains
iron the East, an white men, Mexlcans,
AL breads an Iniuns was mixin' an
,,,eo ,derin' round, lynn, an laugh
IN an a drinkin' old Ike's whisky
mighty profuse. Four or five mule
SINNERS had long, timber, sixty-foot
whips. which are loaded with dust shot
from butt to tip, an was crackin' OF 'em
et a mark. I've seen one OF 'em with
tbe most easy, delicate, deliberate
twist of the wrist made his whip squlrm
in tie air like a hurt snake, an all at
w9ngt straighten it out with the crack OF
tyvauy rifles, and the buckskin pepper
,v5nld cut hole in a loose buffalo robe
hs19 hung up, an without investin' two
ounces OF actooal strength. Several
~ ia was lookin' on from the hotel
porch, applaudin' of the good shots,
y-aep Red River Tom speaks up to the
man next to me an says
- sill. YOU mind that old kiowa you
afowred over on the Simarron las fall !?
minds it mighty clear SAYS Bill.
lie vas a-stealin' my boss at the time,
az in prove it by his scalp on my
bride right now.
ftyeIl,' saws Tom, pointin to dirty,
aaaSle colored hall. breed who was maxim
hiaaaef pretty numerous, that fellow
.hev ealls Pickles is his nephfy, an you
yvguts 10 look out whole lot, Ter heard
min sIow that the KILN of his uncle was
mighty rank, an he didn't like 1t no
hoW.'
That's all right says Bill. pickles
an me- has been watchin' each other Tor
an hoa., an tell you-all's private-lf
he goes to play hoss little bit he and his
7ucie will be able to talk things over be-
fore night.'
"Bine eby Pickles he comes along up
where ge were.
'saeilo, Bill he says, been maxim it
smoky lown on the Cimarron lately =
'Ne, not since last fall says Bill,
an now / thinks of it, see that old
kiowa loss thief OF an uncle OF yours
when was down there last. L amt
r1st hin, lately, though; where do you
ennuose he's done Hoped to"
Cart say, myself, says Plckles!
oh f1lp
family lad reunion over on Bear Greek
last n ing, an couldn't count his nose
,,,5ap# am uohow. Mebby he had an
e1ssQsnent an couldn't get thar
Aas-69 he's ont slashin' round Ill the
eIss So some'ers now. Great man tc
- r 1 permiscus, that Injun was
Qon eee.' saws Bill, Il don't know
sue he 4 light be dead, cause the time
vea limp to was settin' in camp one
sac an happens to look up an thar waE
NV 81. Alazan, with perfect stranger
fa Alazan was a pitchin', an
lasg'a and a cavortin' quite frighttul
33s like be was goin' to cripple thai
Granger shore. Well, YOU know me
fs8 Or lose two horses than have
mar don't know git hurt, SO | grab
u,v " inchester an allows u
kiil as zan. But it was new
or an you know what new sights is
=slagse ) sand burrs-an' l holds to'
Fie7 an ketches the stranger, bang
.er b of his left year, an the bulle
cons on III his right year. | never wa
- 4,gp, sed with my ehootin' fer tei
yei4e. he idea OF me holdin' four foo
a. ha5 100 yards. was so plumi
sis#r5.sd an ashamed. l never wen
49, lsp ftfanger till after I'd finished
grp Mazan, he come up all shiv
s- NJ weatin', an stood there, an il
- -rl -. so walks out to the remains
a. rs59 | seed it was nothin' but al
"a 4ia of an Injun, you kin drink o.
4ss elieved. Bein' a no'accoun
grfEa a )urse | didn't paw him owe
a~ro ar brands, but it struck me at tn
agsa.f ~ mighty likely TO be you
grc lis old cuss' skelp is over O.
..rpt if you think you'd know it,
> SAYS Pickles, mighty oncor
ecffse & couldn't be my uncle, nohow
n 4 wsf le of my family it would hav
hasg vooz hair on his bridle, SO it mus
have oee some old short-horn of
f.neyeons you seed. Well, let's all tax
Gfiok OF it,
so re all went to our whisky, Bi
an Pickle watchin' each other might
..l1.s - i the rest of US on the kee wee
sg the Ire lch say, to hop outen range
Eheg tock shootin'.
We'll says Pickles, as he secrete
as icuor Il must saddle an git out
ARE. { want to see Maxwell, an don
sskou II find the old Pinto this side {
rs5B e5tnei. When do you thing YOU
ss.vs veui elf Bill?'
4I don't put it up I'll leave for Ion
h. &, SAYS Bill, 'meby not for month
40 < ~ & to maxim any friends wa
for NE nov aar on the trail, cause you
most likely run out of water or somethil
before got along
"Bimeby Pickles he gets saddled u
ap comes chargin' round on his littl
llstlu boss, cuttin' all manner of tricl
% rslaia tar things on the groun
ma i-' off Mexicans' hats, an
his pony over wage
q camp hxin's. All Il
a loopin' and a yellin' a
sa9,a zh old time all by himse
U.A.l see he was gitti
q blood an nerve regular Injr
W Pretty soon he takes down h
"a .nc goes to whirlia' that. Two
- MES he comes fiashin' by where
I'D [ looked for TO see him make
~ Il. But he was too far back
round him or Pickles couldI
,ss' step or something, for
sms l,w it, but lust Kept yellln' al
Ter ad' faster every minu'
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