Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-02-01

among the trees on either ! the
track.
Looks likes po' shoin' fur a nun
CRY man out there said the porter, as
l handed him his quarter.
"'Thai's what, said l, as | stepped
down AMI the train pulled out.
"'Hotel, bossg' said a voice OF the
platform beside me.
"''Yrs, Stree. | answered as a negro
boy held out his hand for my grip. i
want Il good 'un. and | want it quick
Yes, sir, jess dis way, SIR said the
negro.
Il stumbled ON after the boy, stump
ing my toes over every root and stump
in the road. and finally came to a lit
tie, new, whitewashed house inside a
yard, whose gateway was empty.
Zone gen'lman,' said the negro TO
the man who came out on the little
porch MS we stepped up.
Hungry said the man giving a
jerk TO his s~uSpenders and iamming
his hands in his brooches pockets.
"'.AS the mischief | answered.
VIII US Mp u Ndlhiu ai
yer'll strike the dinin' room.'
Supper was ON the table and smok-
ing hot. | think l ate about a quart
of hash and a peek of biscuits. The
old man eyed me pretty closely. lie
was n good eater, but | phaScd him.
He got through. leant his coatlesS ell
bows upon the table and watched me.
"'Plague take the drummer, lac said
after awhile, Il b'lieve he'll eat up all
the butter. Joe. move the plate
Il calmly helped myself 10 the last
quarter of a pound of butter and
showed tue empty plate across to the
grinning negro, who was both porter
aud waiter.
After that visit the old fellow and |
We're side partners. With a little sub
stantial urging | used 10 induce him TO
kill game for me. He was a famous
hunter, and told me wonderful tales
about his exploits with ole meat-in-
the-pot, as he called his gun. which
hung upon two pegs over the fireplace
in the dining room.
"As | got off the train one night a
youngfellow got out of another coach
and came up To me on the platform,
He was a little bit of a fellow. diked
out in a tweed suit, wearing a crush
hat and a pair of eyeglasses, and car
rying a brand new grip. | sized his
pile at once. He was "A dude. a green
horn drummer. on his first trip out.
Say, can you tell a man where to
find a hotel in this God forsaken
place. he said.
just keep your eye on me and
follow our nose,' | answered.
THE old man was expecting me.
and had a stewed squirrel ready for
my supper. The dude watched me as
i helped myself To some.
paid extry fer it," said the old
man, eying him. Hep yerse'f ter
the hash; that's public property
Thanks, awfully. said the dude;
but Ineyereat hash away from home.
One wapts 10 know the prehistoric ex-
istence Of. hash,' he added, with a
laugh.
Don't eat hash. ehF said the old
man, strengthening himself up.
"'Not much, said the dude. Il sup
pose you've heard that you can take a
horse TO water, but you cannot make
him drink
Don't eat hash? Gimme ole meat
in-the-pot. Joe, an we'll flavor the
hash to his TASTE
The fellow turned white around
the gills AS the old man took the gun
and cooked it.
He looked at me helplessly, but ]
only helped myself TO the last morsel
Of squirrel aud said nothing.
"'He'pyerse'f to the hash, stranger
said the old man, pushing the dish
across tie table with the rifle.
''Nuf said he ate hash. '-Philadal-
phia Tim-s.