The Madison daily leader. [volume] (Madison, S.D.) 1890-current, 1894-09-15
AS SEN aY A cowRoY.
Some Original Comment On . Nay oR
Turbulence In the House.

WE
Turbulence In the House.
He was d a.cowlnan," anybody could
see that with half an EYE, says the
Washington Star. His sombrero and
long hair, his suspenderless trousers,
which were in evidence through his
open vest and coat, told that, even IL
his picturesque use OF the English IAN
guage had not given him away, He
gazed curiously down mt the unhappy
animals in the national bear garden,
1t was one Of the turbulent seignerage
session days, when oratorical pyrotecn-
MICS made the fctid mic lurid.
They're millln' pretty bad" he said
to the Lady who seemed to have him
In hand, as the tangle n front Of the
speaker twisted around the tellers. do
you reckon they'll stampede? It's shore
a mixed herd. Elerefords and PoIled
Angus. long horns and short: some
scrubs, too. / sliow. No Mavericks,
all OF 'em bFE -" a, / reckon The
lady told hlln tl4cre were q few mug
wumps.r
Il don't sabe mugwurup much; no
bueno; they'll git plenty creased be-
fore they sit away. Some manM git
his Irvine on 'em. you caa bank ON
that" Just then he spied the father of
bis country hanging back on the wall.
Who's the old dulfer I'm the opery
togs?" he asked, pointing to the por-
trait. The lady, who In a daughter"
of the days to which the ''old duffer"
I ~aAU%tonNI hAfArwAA 1An LName AZ "a
the irreverence of the question. but she
told her escort that 1t was Washington.
II allow he has got i'm mighty queer
company, along of his bein' dead sot
on promulgatin' the truth, if 1T took a
leg. They don't mind him much, no.
! how" The ceaseless racket of the
gavel with which the chairman was
beating a tattoo on his desk caught the
cowman's attention next.
Who's that thar boss?" he asked.
The lady gave the desired information.
We'll. he don't sense his business
none or he'd stop that millin' right now.
Judgin' from the rings in his horas he's
cid enough to know that when the herd
gifts its nose In the air you KANT stop
'em. Why don't he pull his gun and
shoot into the scenery some and Git
their attention? They don't mind Linn
nc, more than IL he wasn't in the land
sc tape. Whatever air tn IN two luna
tics a aiInin' to do pawin' of the air
tfat q V ay p
Tiis as Dir. Bland and Mr.. Peace Of
Colorado began to exchange compli-
ments ac~oss the uuroar. The lady ex-
planned that that was part Of the usual
r~leasantries of the harmonious body.
'"Well, if / was a ridin' herd on 'em
I'd dive 'em the rope and let 'em fight
1t ont. They'll get the herd uneasy
If they keeps it UP much longer.
WhoCp! There goes the snubbin' post!'
he exclaimed, az the mace made Its
regular half-l1our sally into the midst
Of the bowling mob. Il reckon some
bodyTl git throwed now or the shoot
In IL begin. 1t don't seem. nowadays
right to waste good lead a shooting
of 'em up. They'd better corral the
whole hinged business in the lunatic
asylum. 1t wouldn't leave no achin'
void"
Just then the house adjourned. II
could have told the blamed fool as
was a ridin' herd that he couldn't hold
'em IL he didn't sing to EN- or some
thin to stop their millin'." And then
he could not understand why every
body around who had been listening
to his comments laughed al the idea
Of the dignified Mr.. Hatch Of Missouri
singing to quiet the demoralized MEM
bers Of the house.