The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-03-08

pranking with him3"
"Huh% responded Ike. turning to the
mail ca, carrier DID III he look like he'd been
Not SOS you could notice it," answer
ed that worthy, judicially. As well as I
could prognosticate from whur l was at
he looked more like he'd met a bear"
Bear or no bear" persisted the molder
OF public opinion, impatiently, of course,
you were responsible for his departure,
Ike. l don't know what happened, but 1
who? Me? shucksl Burcuz one
tourist, more or less. takes 1t into his
fool head to tear out, is that any reason
why you should accuse me of havin' given
MN the run? He broke out on this yers
exodus burcuz he wanted to; was thar any
Jaw directln' me to git out a mandamus
compellin' him to halt an show cause why
ne SHOULDN'T rip loose? didn't own him,
That isn't the point! What made him
How do I know? For a week or so he's
peen peroozin' around the settlement
WIN ms speetacles on his nose, DRAWN
lnVlduous comparisons, as they say in
stores, betwiNt our manners an customs
an those preVailin in New England He
found good deal yere to poke the finger
OF scorn at, too. l hain't KNOWN whur
these we're all-wise dubs from the east
glt their authority for setlin it that So
an-so of our customs is wrong an I'M
Seemly, Jest burcuz they don't happen
! 70 1ibe with the eastern standard. Come
spyln' around an THROWN up their hands
IN horror burcuZ Oklahoma amt. New
England! Oklohoma don't offer no crit
lclsms burcuz New England chooses to
DO diHerent from us, an why in sizzlin
tawment should New England feel called
| upon to scoff burcuz Oklahoma does as
It durn pleases? Reminds me, by jing
OF boy timin the sunrise with a pewter
watch, an then maxim grafton that the
sun is seventeen minutes late!
Them people back thar in little two
by-four New England are cursed with the
idear that thar haint no culture and re-
hnement west of the AlNgainer noun
I hoy ara
all man-eaters out yere, who wore clouts
an lived in trees till he was captured an
d tan Why, blamed if a tourist didn't
Never mind that! What about Mr.
"Aw, him! He was as bad as the rest Of
| his tribe. / don't know why he annexed
himself to me speshful but he did, and
| TOOK plenty notes to put in an essay that
brains back thar. He was an inquirin
sort of CHAP, an while he was taggin
around with me l assisted him to enough
| miscellaneous information TO make him a
smart old man if he lives. Eh-yah done
the ..1t time anxious to behold type
What do you mean by that?"
Why. the sort of western man he'd
seen pictured out in the eastern maya
| uncurried human, a-hollerin perpetual for
| blood An he mentioned to me with great
glee-though / plumb forgot all about il
| till afterward-hed read of a slim. QUIET
tourist who looked one of these we're man
eaters square in the eye while he was
ravenin, for gore, an made him stink
| away like whaled pup. never figgered
| that he aimed to try such an experiment
himself. Wal, a spell ago me an him
rounds up in the Dew Drop Inn, but 1
| While I'm attendin' to my own affairs he
| spies out Cinnamon Bob, who is doubled
the sleep of the jest, with his skin full Of
| tarantula juice. An the first think I
knows this we're tourist sneakes over
1 lrgfa INN nfAr1 hxr Io I.
| tries to jerk EN- out by the roots You
know them whiskers of his'n-look like
they'd been cut off from the hump of the
yak of Tartary, with pair of dull
"Great guns. Ikem CALCULATED the edi-
tor, .yo y. told Mr.. simpIkins to pull Gin
"Naw!" I told him not to pull 'em. 7
.p'intedly whispered to him that they look
ed as if they was real, an not to pesti-
cate with 'em. Nacheral enough, 1 acknowI
edged that they'd happened to be false it
would have been a good joke to perk 'em
off. That was about all 1 said, an the next
thing l knowed. as l was sorter takfn' a
few drops of suthin with a couple of 9TH
er prominent citizens, burcussed if that
thar fool tourist hadn't snooDed over an
jerked them whiskers! That's just how it
happened didn't have nuthin' to do with
it. An, besides, s'posed Cinnamon could
take joke. Well as l was a-sayin spell
ago, Bill"
''What did Cinnamon do?"
Jaw, he couldn't take a Joke, An how
IN thunueF was L 10 Know that he was full
of wolf, an had had two fracusses al
ready? He swarmed all over that thar
tourist. belchin' forth fire, smoke an lava,
without givin' him time to sorter corr
mence to fix him with his eye. For a min
ute things was better imagined than de-
scribed, as the Teller says, an then Gin
namon flung his prey out into the street
an roared for him to git off whur it would
be decent to shoot at him. / reckon Mr.
Simpkins would be on ice right now if
Whoop Rawson, who was whistlin' along
on the opposite side of the street, hadn't
concluded, seem Cinnamon surgin' out of
the door with his gun in his hand, that he
was figgerin' on settlin' that little fracus
they had last month, an turned loose on
him. As it was by the time we'd picked
Cinnamon ND, with a slug through him.
and set up a yell for DIR. Slade Mr. Simp-
kins had passed off from the map That s
all thar was to it, l was tharabouts but
didn't have nuthin' to do with it. Wal as
started to say a spell ago. Bill. thar hain't
blamed thing goin' on these days-the
settlement is as dead as a doornail!'