The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1894-05-19
AS SEEN EY A COWBOY.
Some Original Comment on n Day OF
I'm the House.

Ee was a 'cowman," anybody could
sec that with half IN eye, says the
Washington Star. His sombrero and
long hair, his susprnderle,s trousers,
open vest and coat, told that, even IL
his picturesque use Of the English Ian
guage had no Civ en- him away. He
gaZed curiously down ut the unhappy
animals in the national bear garden.
1t was one of the turbulent seignorage
session days, when oratorical pyrotech-
MICS made the fc:id aic lurid.
"They're millin' pretty BAD" he said
in hand, as the tanglc n front Of the
speaker twisted around the tcllcrs. DO
you reckon they'll stampede: It's shore
a mixed herd. Herefords and Polled
Angus, long horns and short; some
scrubs, too. l allow. No Mavericks,
lady told him there were Il few mug
wumpS."
Il don't sabe mugwump much; no
bueno; they'll git plenty creased be-
fore they git away. Some manll git
his Irvine on 'em, you caa bank on
that" Just then he Spicd the father Of
his country hanging back on the wall.
who's the old dutfcr in the opery
togs?' he asked, pointing to the por-
trait. The lady, WHO is Il daughter"
of therdays to which the "old duffer"
mentioned belonged, was Mortified at
the irreverence of the question. but she
told her escort that it was Washington.
Il allow he has got in mighty queer
company, along of his bein' dead sot
on promulgatin' the truth, if it took IL
leg. They don't mind him much, no
how" The ccasclcss racket Of the
gavcl with which the chairman was
beating a tattoo on his desk caught the
cOwmaE'S attention next.
Who's that than boss?' he asked.
The lady gave the desired information.
We'll. he don't sense his business
zone or he'd stop that lnillin' right now.
,Judyin' from the rings in his hOras he's
old enough to know that when the herd
gifts it's 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
no more than if he wasn't in the land
81 cape. Whatever air tn III two luna
tics a amin to do PAWN IF the air
tfat a Y ay"
This as Mr.. Bland and Mr.. Peace of
Colorado began to exchange compli-
ments across the uproar. The lady ex-
planned that that WAS part of the usual
rleasant1ies of the harmonious body.
"Well if l was Il ridin' herd on EN-
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 it's
regular half-hour sally into the midst
of the bowling mob. II reckon some
bodyll git throwed now or the shoot
in III 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 I'd fool as
was a ridin' herd that he couldn't hold
'cM if he didn't sing to zen or some
thin to stop their millin'." And then
lie could not understand why every
body around who had been listening
to his comments laughed at the idea
Of the diynificd Mr.. Hatch of Missouri
singing to quiet the dcmoraliZel D1em-
bcrs Of the house.