Little Falls weekly transcript. (Little Falls, Morrison Co., Minn.) 1894-19??, 1894-08-24

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q life insurance applicashun?"
"That's the trooth in the matter, hut
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" sez I, standin ready to dodge if he
pulled gun on me.
''She ar, stranger,' he softly replies
with trooth on my side, ambishun burn
in in my soul and this burned burro a-git-
tin his second wind, I'm feelin that I
shall cOnker circumstance and riz up su-
perior to the turmoils of this vain world. -
go on, critter! Gallup DIS to other
and greater victories, but in fucher re-
member that it's jest as easy to steal a hun
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.
1 hadn't got through sneezin 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 a
foot high at every dig of the spurs. He
was fur ridin by without even seein me-
but l waves my hat and hollers:
Hello, ye! Whar did the rebellion
break out, and how many's bin killed up
to jest now?''
He put up his guns and stopped his hoss
and when he could git his breath he asks
NMebbe thar's critter gone past yere
on a Mexican burro?"
''Mebbe thar has," SCI I. IF SIGH was
the case, would it be yer sorrerful loss?"
"Of course it would! He picked the
critter up back yere bout seven miles, and
my ole woman saw him when he rid of. -
"Waal, ye might as we'll stop and git
hold of yer breath, fur he's two miles
ahead of ye, and that spotted boss hahn t
got no enthoosiasm left. One dose of my
Cherokee sassyparilly will git him back
home all right, but it won't grow wings
on him to fly ahead.''
but why didn't ye stop the burned rep
tile?" he hollers beginnin to git red in the
Ae1C0 dAu 1cchC111u 1uT Ills 8I1uS.
II axed him to stop, but he couldn It tar
ry."
"Then why didn't ye shute him?''
II orter hev. shot him, s'pose, but I
didn't think of it in time. If I'd only
knowed ye wanted him popped, I'd hev
bin cheerfully willin, though he was de-
centish lookin kuss, and hadn't nuthin
agin him.
''Doggone SIGH kyote as ye ar'!" hol-
1ers the man as he gifts madden and mad
der. "Of course ye orter shot him.! What
ar ye out in Cherokee fur but to shute
folks, and especially boss thieves? Dye
s'pose I'd let a human critter cum whoop-
in past me on a critter without BORN two
or three holes in his karcass and then
askin who he was and whar he was goin?
Who be you anyhow"
''They calls me Jumpin Joe"
*'They does, eh' Ar it mostly on account
of yer jumpiness?"
Reckon it's"
citizen they'd better quit. Ye can't
jump nuthin nor anybody. If cartridges
wasn't with 10 cents apiece, I'd shute one
inter yer cent diafram and tumble ye
over. Whar's yer hole in the airth?''
Fright over thar. Stranger, does yer
ever hev any use fur enthoosiasm of soul?"
"As to how, and. be burned to yer" he
hollers, keepin me kivered with both his
guns. ..
GAS to feelin so powerful peart and
proud and rich and happy that ye can't
skasely keep yer feet on the ground-I kin
gin We them very