The Yellowstone journal. [volume] (Miles City, Mont.) 1893-1901, 1893-03-18
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r. ne FAD KEPT HIS HEAD HE
WOULDN'T HAVE GEEN Killed.

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stood on the sidewalk II trs8t ~ t
81 alton ua.itj1ls IN irH} 3elig r=e
where the SI.iA venue elevated Ta.t
crosses tn9rru@s t"a baS y Im4.
team, cray haythislseEa, rat lad taken H.
temporary qnsr,ers.
The rat wa, IN bai lucE Fl The I:rst
place a s.ca'.y i%oas.irr q" iroapv as t.
.ail, a u~lna&rel Of the Kind termed ..yaI-
Ter. was laupSiny aboat. posing III the
gutter and ycatning Tor an 1prorfr;l =
10 disrlav the d~evi!iry common 10 Lis
kind. Behind the rats refuge IN a door,
way ii pretty Young Noina WAS tt.lEin.
to a much infatuated George" An eli-
erly and important looking parsonage.
wearing gold mounted eyeglasses and
carrying a gold headed cane, had inst
made an imposing descent from the eIe-
waited station and WAS prornenading lei
surely toward the box. \ cart horse at
tached to a truck stood in front Of Il sa-
loon near by waiting for the driver to
come ont. All was calm and peaceful.
Then the rat came on the scene.
The first to see him was the boy. He
jumped off the box, and the rat started
out toward the station with the boy in
hot chase. This aroused the dog. who.
with a howl Of anticipated sport. Joined
in the pursuit The fugitive made
straight for the elderly parsonage. The
boy was a fairly good second and the
dog a close third. The parsonage, he.
coming aware that something was com.
ing his way, glanced over the top Of the
gold mounted eyeglasses.
Hi. there" yelled the boy. Hes
comm your way. Head i'm off. Swath-
er i'm one with tn stick.
The Old gentleman 'swathered." He
missed the rat and hit the boy on the
shins. The boy gave a shrill whoop. lay
down on the walk and wept.
Did 1t hurt YOU" inquired the owner
OF the cane.
That made the boy SO angry that he
stopped crying.
Did it hurt me-" he howled in right.
0 wrath. did it hurt mes You Of
gold headed snooper. How'd you like it
eft ! dubbed yer bloomin oil Sims with a
Vaughn spoke: What'd you say ef a ia,
headed cove Hi: Here he comes back.
Grab i'm. Turn i'm back, Hit i'm
when he goes by"
The rat had doubled on his track and
was flying up the street again with the
dog several PAGES behind. In between
the feet Of the parsonage lodged the rat.
The dog cssayed to follow by the same
route and got tangled up with the feet.
Down came the parsonage, his gold
headed cane flying in n direction and
his gold trimmed spectacles in another,
Then and there he offered a few remarks
that wrung from the boy an admirins
tribute. Gosh said he, You can cuss.'
In the meantime the rat was on III
way up the street. and the pretty young
oma who with her George had
emerged from the doorway. was walking
down the street engaged in conversation.
Eyes. he was just as nice about it as
he could be; said it wasn't any trouble
at all. He said Oh! O-w-w-w-w!
Nc'eN "S-SSSCS. = 4AClp.
It's coming this way. E-e-e-e-e-e! Help
me ny on this box. Yes. Tn all right
now but Oh. George. do you suppose
he can climb up here: E-e-e-e-e-eA Don't
let him climb up here or l shall odd
die"
George let out a terrific kick that |
landed in the stomach of the pursuing
dog BY way of retaliation the dog
took off part of IN leg from Georges
and fed across the street howl
ing dismally until it came to the cart
horse. Apparently connecting that ami.
NAL with his misfortunes, the dog nib.
bled at its hind leg. The horse snorted
and ran down the street with the truck
gathering after. The rat, instead Of TAX
ing this chance Of escape, rushed fran
ideally across the street and back again,
with the boy, who had come up. followed