The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1892-01-30

| children whose blood he had so ruthless
| ~ shed that morn.ilg. bat he heard theta
| not. They Were very far from being
| shostly voices anyway-those tones that
now piped forth SO merrily as Dubs and
'iay trudged down the line. They We're
| walking to the scoopout along the road
ned-not on the track. for that was for
hidden.
| There were other things that were for
bidden, too. and one Of them WAS stray
ing SO far away from the station, but
Dubs was taking good care Of hi.
three-year-oll sister, and in the pride o.
his six full years he was equal to tn,
care Of half dozen such as Gay.
To give Dubs all due credit. he did no
know he was half a mile from home. an
he really was going to turn back prett
soon. But the children had found m:.l,
Interesting and beautiful things to claim
their attention. First there had been a
chase after Il young owl that could not
fly, and that made its way along IN the
most haphazard manner imaginable.
Then horned toad had been captured.
and Dubs had dragged the disyuste,l
prisoner along by u string until he had
tired Of the sport and had let him 20
again. Then, always keeping close to
the railroad, they had entered Il great
| field of cacti, where Dubs had tried very
| hard to pick "toonies" without getting
the insidious, needlelike spines in his
fingers. He was fairly successful, but
he would not let the frnit of the cactus
go into his sisters chubby hands until
it had been stripped of its dangers by his
ready jackknife.
IF on'y had sum matches to build a
| fire wiv," sighed Dubs, I'D burn off
vese prickles jus like We Injuns does"
800" came suddenly from under
Gays sunbonnet. ''Wot's dat:"
wy, it's a jug" and Dubs left the
''toonies" and started toward the pile of
| rocks where lay the Coyotes denijohn
and where also lay the Coyote himself.
The two trudged up the little slope.
and Dubs grasped the handle of the
demijohn. only to let it drop again and
spring back quickly with Gay III his
arms. for he had caught sight of the
Coyote, and he was snitten with sud
den desire to go home.
But he saw the Indian did not move,
and so he suddenly became very brave.
He was certainly sound asleep and no
more to be feared than papa when he lay
on the lounge in his midday rcpese
Then, too, Dubs was quite srr. he WAS
.sworky Injun," like the Ysqr.is who
shoveled and picked on the railroad and
so his mind became wholly AT es.s.
The Coyotes cartridge belt wnich
had been SO loosely strapped, had fallen
off and lay by his side. There We're a
hundred very interesting bits of brass
| sticking in it, and the children soon had
these scattered all about in the sand by
the snoring Coyote. In the scramble sor
her share Of the innocent toys. Gay let
one of them drop on the Coyotes leg.
Perhaps the mescal's Influence was or
the wane. for a big brown knee w;ls
thrust quickly Up from tire sand. sna q
| big brown hand clntched the ugly knife
at the Coyotes side. butt the hard fell
| and the noble red man snored on.
Dubs tried on the cartridge belt and
became al Indian. all but the indispe.s-
able knife, ans he concluded to borrow
that from the sleeper. whose fiu.ers hail
lost their grip on the buckhorn handle.
| Its bigger'n NOMINEES butcher knife
| amt it. Gay the young savage asked
| as he grasped the handle Of the devilish
| looking blade. Now yon 'tand over
we're and I'll get hind VS. wock. Ven
| you tum along, an I'll jump ont and Kill
| you."
Gay de,nurred.
''Oh. it's on'y make b'leve Vese kind
o injurs don't kill nobody" and he
| stuck contemptuous finger toward the
innocent Coyote. Its on'y 'Paches at
kills an vey's none yound here. MON
mie says. fu 'Pache, so you better
| look out.
1t was dubious sport for Gay. and
when 1t caire to the killing part she.
screamed Justify.
You've woked him up an 'poiled It
all. said Dub> in tone of accusation
| Now hei want his knife"
Sure enough. the Coyote That Bites did
shake his brown legs aud arms quite Wig
orously, but the last two big swallows
of mescsl held him down. So, after
turning over and buryins his hatchctlike
face in the sand. he lay quiet again.
When he had thus turned over, was
brought into view the rifle, which had
been concealed by his dirty blanket
Dubs eyed the weapon with covetous
eyes. He could not withstand the temp
tation Of feeling it all over, stand it up
on its butt and trying to shoulder it, but
this last feat he could hardly accom-