Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-07-11

hoi5e' alsO III was unpopular 10 Bet one
In any other way. If you got one In any
other way, in the language of the vigi-
lance committee, the community gen
orally threw in halter at its own ex-
pense.
Boomerang was u bright young ass,
with dark cross on his back and a saw
buck saddle ON which | used to pack
sidepork and other titbits to tempt my
appetite and tickle my palate while
prospecting for gold in the bowels Of the |
earth. Also | carried salt with which to |
salt my mines if | found them in hot |
weather and feared that they might get
too gamey.
Boomerang had no home ties. If he
had any relatives they did not CORE
spond with him. He and grew up to-
gether on the Medicine Bow range; al
most like boys and girls together, you
might say. But he was not happy.
Sometimes l thought that possibly, as
he got to knowing me better, perhaps l
was disappointment to him. He acted
that way. Anyhow he would sob and
cry while he thought was asleep, many
and many night.
After that got more forehanded, and
when got the first payment on one of
my justly celebrated picked mines l
bought a mule called Yellow Fever.
This mule was sold to me as a good,
kind family mule, and | intended to
raise yet other mules for the market.
| Yellow Fever was almost always fatal,
| however, no matter where she broke
out. Our first grave on Vinegar Hill was
taken charge of by man who partially
reached the tail of Yellow Fever. She
is still alive, but childless No little feet
patter about her corral No little croupy
voices salute the silent night in her sim
pie home.
Five years later bought an American
horse off q comparative stranger. lie
was spirited horse, with piercing eye
on the side where stood. Oh, he was q
corker He had lots Of pop and enter
prise and high purposes into him, also
bright red nostrils, and he was checked
up real high.
The man who sold me this horse said
that he intended settling down anc
starting a bank in our town, but he die
not There was some hitch about get
ting a large enough building, believe
He sold me this horse-Hectic, by Juda
Priest-because his wife had died. Ill
said that Hectic was her horse, ant
. since she died he could rot bear to lool
/, at him. Then he came and cried int
my lap quite a little SPELL
That night the horse was i'll all night
A neighbor told me that Hectic had tn
. colo, but when | put my hand on tn
j little hot stomach of my steed he lucke
Il me across the plaza and into a bed c
cacti. It hurt me a good deal, especial
o in my finer feelings. 1t doesn't TAX
much to hurt my finer feelings. | SUI
. pose that it would be very difficult, il
. deed, to find a man who is 50 susceptible
% to a kick at the hands of Il spirited hor'
= as | am.
VI On the following day a veterinarla
i from Leipsic examined Hectic and mac
quite an extended report, am not
% horse man, so cannot remember VIII
10 he said, but | know he said that b
s. hampers were down. | asked him If v
y could not get them up again. | wou
~ do all that | could to boom them throut
n the press and on the street. But he look
at me sadly, and | could see the tea
e. gathering in his eyes. Then he turn
er away, and could hear him mutt
CT something to himself in German. l
e not understand German readily, but
rs would not be the man he was TALK
Oh about for anything in this world.
IN Later, when had taken the Grape
ne the stable door and had waited ye
ne after the death of Hectic-for he COT
n, not eat anything but kumiss with
III artificial teeth, and so died about
weeks after his mind failed bouG
on an Indian pony called Hiawatha II