Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-09-27

sUNDoWN. WanUs ye 10 Ill ouu
life insurance applicashun?"
"That's the trooth in the matter, but
he's an impatient kuss and might shoot
before got my name dooly signed to the
dockyment."
"Trooth ar mighty, and she must pre-
vail, seq I, standin ready to dodge If he
pulled a gun on me.
''She ar, stranger" he softly replies.
in in my soul and this burned burro a-git-
tin his second wind, Pm feelin that
shall conker circumstance and riz up SUI
perior to the turmoils of this vain world"
GO on, critter! Gallup for'ds to other
and greater victories, but in fucher re-
member that it's jest as easy to steal hum
dred dollar mewl as fifty dollar burro."
''But it was burro or nuthin this time,
and fare thee well!' he SEE as he digs in
his spurs and begins new and more am
bishus career.
hadn't got through sncezin over the
alkali dust kicked up by the flynn burro
when sees Teller on spotted boss cum.
in lickety cut over the same trail He had
a gun in each hand and the bride reins
in his teeth, and he was liftin that boss q
foot high at every dig Of the spurs. He
was fur ridin by without even seem me,
but waves my hat and hollers:
"Hello, We! Whar did the rebellion
break out, and how many's bin killed up
to jest now!"
He put up his guns and stopped his boss,
and when he could git his breath he asks:
"Mebbe thar's critter gone past yere
on Mexican burro?"
''Mebbc thar has" seq l. eff SIGH was
the case, would it be yer sorrerful loss9'
"Of course it would He picked the
critter up back yere bout seven miles, and
my ole woman saw him when he rid off, !"
"Waal, We might as we'll stop and git
hold of yer breath, fur he's two miles
ahead of We, and that spotted boss hain't
got 10 enthoosiasln left One dose of my
Cherokee sassyparilly will git him back
home all right, but it won't grow wings
OH him to fly ahead. +"
"But why didn't ye stop tho burned rep
tile?' he hollers, beginnin to git rel in the
face and reachin fur his guns.
~ axrd him to stop, but he couldn't tar
ry."
"Thcn why didn't 70 shnto himS"
II orter hcv shot him, s'pose, but !
didn't think of it in time. If I'd only
knowed We wanted him popped, I'd hey
bin cheerfully willin, though he was de-
centish lookin kuss, and l hadn't nuthin
agin him."
"Doggone SIGH kyote as We ar'!" hol
lers the man as he gifts madden and mad
der. "Of course We ortcr shot him! What
ar We out in Cherokee fur but to shute
folks, and especially boss thievcsY Dye
spose Id let human critter cum whoop-
in past mo on crittcr without BORN two
or three holes in his karcass and then
askin who he was and whar he was goinf
Who be you anyhow"
''Thcy calls me Jumpin Joe"
They docs, eh9 Ar itmostly on account
Of yer jumpiness9"
Reckon tits.
"Then they'd better quit. 70 can't
jump nuthin nor anybody. If cartridges
wasn't wuth 10 cents apiece, I'd shute one
inter yer s cent diafram and tumble ye
over. Whars yer hole In tho airth9"
Fright over thar. Stranger, does yer
ever hey any use fur enthusiasm of soul?"
'As to how, and be burned to yer" he
holiers keepin me kivered with both his
guns.
''As to feelin SO powerful peart and
proud and rich and happy that 70 can t
skasely keep yer feet on the ground-I kin