The Portland daily press., 1895-09-28

sand DurS-an holds too high, an ketcnes
the stranger bang right back of his left
year, an the bullet comes outen his right
year. I never was SO displeased with my
shootin fer ten years The idea of me
holdin four foot too high in 100 yards l
was SO plumb Disguised an ashamed ncv-
er went near the stranger till after I'd lin
ished my grub. AlaZan, he came up all
shiverin an sweatin an stood there, an IN
an hour or so L walks out to the remains,
an when I seed 'em they was nothin but
an old digger Injun. You kin drink on 1T
[ was relieved Bein no account lnJun
of course didn't paw him over much Ter
brands, but it struck me at the time IL
was mighty likely to be your uncle Ihls
old cuss' skelp is over on my bride II you
think you'd know it,.
sob, no, says Pickles, mighty nncon-
sarned, lit couldn't be my uncle nohoW.
If it was one of my family, it would have
been your hair on his bride, SO 1t must
have been some old shorthorn OF Mo-
have, you seed. Well, let's all take drink
on it,
$50 we all went in fer our whisky, Jack
an Pickles watchin each other mighty
close an all the rest of us on the keevee as
the French say, to hop outen range if they
took to shootin.
"sWell.' says Pickles as he secreted his
nose paint, L must saddle an git out of
here. I want to see Enright, an don't
reckon I'll find the old Pine this side Of
Prescott either. When do you think you'll
leave yourself, Jackr
Il don't put it up I'll leave for long
time says Jack; mebby not fur month,
SO don't go to maxim any friendly waits
fer me nowhar on the trail, Pickles, cause
you'd most likely run out of water or
somethin before l got along
ttBimeby Pickles he gifts saddled up an
comes chargin round on his little buck
skin boss, cuttin all manner of tricks,
reachin fer things on the ground, snatohin
off Mexicans' hats an a-jumpin his pony
over wagon tongues an camp fxin's, all
the time a-whoopin an a-yellin an havin
high old time all by himself. You could
see he was a-gettin up his blood an nerve
reg lar Injun fashion. Pretty soon he takes
down his rope an goes to whirlin that
Two or three times he comes f1ashin by
whar we were, an l looked fer to see him
make o try fer Jack. But he was too far
back or too many round him, or Pickles
couldn't git his boss step, or somethin,
fer he dldn { throw IL, pu6 JeSt kepb yeiIlH
an ridin louder an faster every minute
About this time Stockton came out from
his barroom.
"'Look here, Pickles, he says, I've jest
told three Of my men to shoot you up
whole lot if you go to pitch that rope jest
once, an They're goin to do it. Bein as the
news concerned you personal, allowed it
wasn't nuthin more than friendly to tell
you Then, agin, I don't like to lose a
good customer like you till has to no
how
so old Ike he goes back to his barroom,
an Pickles gifts down an leaves his boss
standin an comes back up on the porch.
"'Do you know, Jack, he says, I don't
like the onrespeckful way you talks of In
juns. I'm Injun part myself, and don't
like it,
"'No? says Jack. 4 s'pose that's fact
too An yet, Pickles, not intendin nuthin
personal at all, fer wouldn't be personal
with horned toad, I'm not only onre-
speckful Of an Injun an thinks the gov
ment oughter pay bounty fer the skelps,
but states belief that mean, ornery,
mud blooded, sneakin, boss stealth mon
grel of half breed is lower vet I holdin