The herald., 1894-05-21

ringo These pocket editions OF the genus
wolf gobbled up his lambs and ate his
tender ewes until In epirit OF retalia-
ton he bought about half ton of
etry chnine, which enabled him to kill
the coyotes off by very slow degrees.
Then there were the mountain lions,
VINO are not averse to q meal OF sheep
hesh, either, when 1t 10 handy to secure.
A single blow on the head from one of
these ferocious fellows would prepare a
sheep for his breakfast, and he would
only leave the carcass when he had dis
possd OF all the meat.
1t 10 easy to eee that Mr.. Stone had no
sinecure when he took up the Pan flute
and the shepherd crook as . means to
keep his bank account plethoric aud fat.
But 1t was Don Poicarpio, the gentle
manly Mexican with the core eyes, who
WAS most Worried" His share con-
sisted OF one-half OF all the increase, In
the years that rain fell copiously he had
no resson to complain. but when the
drouth lastyear kept the ground parched,
and the graas and weeds refused to
spring forth from the earth. he was In q
bad fix. He had to pay his assistants,
supply them with clothes. tobacco,
frijoles and bacon, and he h ad no lambs
that he could sell, because there were
no lambs.
However, when the rainy season set in
the weeds came up well enough, and he
was only about 500 in the hole. When
the ewes dropped their lambs about 800
healthy oues were saved. On account of
his sore eyes Don Policarpio had TO wea
goggles, and it was impossible 70 tell I'M
der the circumstances. by looking at the
mirrors OF his soul, what went on in the
interior of the Mexican's mind.
Perhaps If Don Policarpio had not had
those treacherous goggles in front OF his
bleary eyes, Mr.. Stone might have seem
something in them which would have
reminded him OF the story of the bar
keeper and the seloonist. The latter
was hidden in a closet about the time
the former was going to close up. There
was s37 in the till. The bsrkeeper said
and leave sl8 Tor the house. But the
extra dollar troubled him. He thought
he would throw it Mp and II it came
heads donate it to the house. but if it
came tails, ne wonld keep it himself. 1t
came heads aud he "beeied." He
thought 1t wasn't right and would try
once again for luck. 1t came heads
again, and then the barkeeper got very
much disgusted and swore great oath
that while chance might De against him,
yet he would just correct chance and
stick the dollar In his pochet. just at
that moment the saloonist lost patience
but that ia another story.
To revert to Mr.. Stone and Don Poll
carpic. After the ewes had lamb bed and
the flock OF 1900 sheep had been in.
creased to 1000. the gentleman from
Magdalena took them out to q far-away
pasture, which, be said, was excellent.
He also took burro loaded with pro-
visions and tent, as he meant to grszs
the sheep until the pastorsge was
thoroughly exhausted.
That wac the last Mr.. Stone saw OF
Don Policsrpio, the burro and about
HOO sheep out of the herd. The strang-
est part OF the affair. however, ia that
every effort to trace the sheep, to find
out the way by which they were taken
away, or to discover the whereabouts of
Don Policarpio has remained futile.
Mr.. Stone still has about 1000 sheep,
but he is of the opinion that sheep
raising in Arizona is not what it IL
cracked up to be.