The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1894-05-10
AS SEEN BY COWBOY.
Some Original Comment on "a Day OF
Turbulence i'm the House.
Go Be Continued.

Some Original Comment ON a Day OF
Turbulence in the House.
He was 'cOwman," anybody could
see that with half an eye, says the
Washington Star. His sombrero and
long hair, his suspenderle3s trousers,
which were in evidence through lis
open vest and coat, told that, even if
his picturesque use of the English Ian.
guage had not given him away. He
gaZed curiously down at the unhappy
animals in the national bear garden
1t was one of the turbulent seignOrage
session days, when oratOrical pyrotecn.
MICS made the fc;id air Iurid.
They're Inillin' 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
mixed herd. Herefords and Polled
Angus, long horns and short; some
scrubs, too, l allow. No Mavericks,
all of 'em branded, / reckon The
lady told him there were a few mug
wumps."
II don't sabe mugwump much; no
bueno; they'll git plenty creased be-
fore they git away. Some man'll git
his Irvine on 'em, you can bank on
that" Just then he spied the father of
bis country hanging back on the wall.
who's the old duffer in the opery
toys" he asked, pointing to the por.
trait The lady, who is daughter"
of the days to which the "old duffer'
mentioned belonged, was Mortified at
the irreverence of the question, but she
told her escort tnat it was Washington
II allow he has got in mighty queer
company, along of his bein' dead sot
on promulgatin' the truth, if it 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 horns rhe )
old enough to know that when the herd
gifts It's nose in the air you KANT stop
'em. Why don't he pail his gun and
she OF into the scenery some and git
their attention? They don't mind Linn
NO more than if he wasn't in the land
stape. Whatever air tn IN two luna.
tics a amin to do PAWN of the air
that vay?"
This as Mr.. Bland and Mr.. Pence of
Colorado began to exchange compli-
ments across the uproar. The lady eX-
planned that that was part of the usual
Ileasantries Of the harmonious body.
well, if l was a ridin herd on 'em
I'd dive 'em the rope and let 'em fight
it cut. They'll get the herd uneasy
if they keeps it up much longer.
WhoCp! There goes the snubbin' post"'
he exclaimed, as the mace made its
regular half-hour sally into the midst
of the bowling mob. II reckon some
bodyHl 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 blam ed fool as
was a ridin' herd that he couldn't hold
'em if he didn't sing to 'em 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 at the idea
of the dignifed Mr.. Hatch Of Missouri
singing to quiet the demoralizel mem"
beers Of the house.