Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1893-09-26


u the ringing of the tawny thrush,
west was broken, burning gold.
with rhymes these memories.
be pansies In the poets leaves
1hem afterward with sweet sur
D petals mingled with perfume.
40 the days when April grieves;
5nmer In the rainy room.
b Campbell Scott In Scribner's.
DTE-THAT-BITES.
Apache can get his fill of
p sun up and his fill of mescal
Yet Coyote-That- Bites had
achieve both those delight
I'd of all the happy savages on
ID desert he was the most
kumultuously happy. With
delight he had drawn his
across the throats Of Jose
N his wife, after he had stolen
agon in the gray dawn, and
q Of joy shot through his
he silenced the yells of their
hildren with the butt end of
h own rifle. And then, when
y what gold was in the Mexi-
That mesci.l was in his demi-
bad strapped Jose's rather
cartridge belt about his sun
~ with what fierce pleasure
ray from the scene of his
and with the Mexican's
6houlder had wandered far
u arroyo, slipping from the
81 Supplying juice of the
tlme to time until he felt
growing drowsy.
had dragged his uncertain
ntil he had come to the rail-
He stared stupidity at the
rails and looked up at the
ires in an awed sort of way.
like to lie there behind the
6ought, until some one should
the track, aud then try a shot
his newly acquired weapon.
d 0hn was growing light and
f1s growing heavy. Well, it
toward noon and rather
for an Apache, and he would
/ il, shade of the rocks over
uIning of the wires is q sooth-
md no sooner had his head
~ earth than sleep took a
MA upon him and wiped out
a6g sense of joy, as sleep has a
ing with everybody that has
NJ be joyful for. And SO he
the rifle by his side, and his
46ly hideous face turned up to-
blue that arched the desert.
Qniet there and restful-no
ne the music of the wires.
~ were other sounds; but they
~ time after Coyote-That- Bites
!kn himself upon the sand and
~ The land of Nod. They came
i first, and mingled with the
fngs of the wires. Surely they
voices of children.
the red beast been awake he
i've imagined that they were the
& voices of the wee Mexican
whose blood he had so ruthless
hat morning, but he heard them
10y were very far from being
voices anyway-those tones that
ldforth so merrily as Dubs and
deed down the line. They were
TO the scoopout along the road
on the track, for that was for
we're other things that were for
To. and one of them was stray
~ away from the station, but
Ins stalking good care" of his
ar-old sister, and in the pride of
full years he was equal to the
laf a dozen such as Gay.
y Dubs all due credit, he did not
twas half a mile from home, and
was going to turn back pretty
lut the children had found many
ng and beautiful things to claim
ention. First there had been a
ter > young owl that could not
that made its way along in the
sphazard manner imaginable.
1orned toad had been captured,
lbs had dragged the Disguised
along by a string until he had
the sport and had let him go
Then, always keeping close to
Dad, they had entered a great
:acti, where Dubs had tried very
pick "toonies" without getting
idious, needlelike spines in his
He was fairly successful, but
q not let the fruit of the cactus
his sisters chubby hands until
cen stripped of its dangers by his
ckknife.
NY had sum matches to build a
!" sighed Dubs, "I'd burn off
;kles JUS like We Injuns does"
came suddenly from under
lnbonnet. "Wot's dat?"
its. a Jug" and Dubs left the
!" and started toward the pile of
here lay the Coyotes demijohn,
ire also lay the Coyote himself.
wo trudged up the little slope,
BIS grasped the handle of the
b, only to let it drop again and
back quickly with Gay in his
r he had caught sight of the
and he was smitten with a sud
re to go home.
Ie saw the Indian did not move,
be suddenly became very brave.
certainly sound asleep and no
be feared than papa when he lay
lounge in his midday repose.
70, Dubs was quite sure he was
y Lijun," like the Yaquis, who
and picked on the railroad, and
Ind became wholly at ease.
Cavote's cartridoe belt. which