The San Francisco call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1895-1913, 1896-12-12
HIS new LARIAT.
A Cowboy Makes ThingS
Hum and HES Him
Hence.
BACK TO THE PLAINS.
Four Months in San Francisco
Enough for Him-Why
1t Was.

| Crossing on the broad-gauge ferry the
other day was a decidedly good-looking
cowboy, attired as they love to be, and
carrying a bran new lariat. OF that he
seemed to be particularly proud. He ham
died it and fondled it; he toyed with it and
played with it; after gazing at it as
mother would at her new born babe he hit
his leg very viciously with ii. The cowboy
was evidently in love with his lariat, and
himself, too. Cow boys like to talk to 'you
fellows" as they somewhat iIreverently
call tie newspaper men, and this cattle
king in embryo was no exception to the
rule.
Going? Where am going? Back
home. reckon. Look like it, don't 1?'
he replied to leading question.
Had good time in the City?" came
next.
"Bit different to when was down fol hr
or tive years ago." was the laconic answsV
"Whooped it higher than ever beforeyN
suppose" ventnred the inquirer.
mo; want to hear the story 2"
"Why, surely"
This is, I'll bet he began, 1.-THE first
time you run up against game OF this
sort You see, when | came down In 81
had handsome roll-one of the largest
plies of greenba backs that left the pra1ries
that year, and started in to do things up
in pretty lively shape. 1t took me about
six months to get about all L wanted, but
in that time / got a whole 'skIntul. L
starts off home one day, feeling as if had
been run through several mills (home is the
prairie, 1t doesn't matter much where,
either) and after / found one or two OF my
running mates, / started to herd ride again.
But Just here is where the tale begins.
That six months down here insFrisco was
too much for me | guess, for | tumbled to
il that / had about lost my grip. Why,
any ordinary pony could make monkey
out of me, and as for my 'riata,' had
mighty little use for it. 'Twasu't so bad
at first but inside of year was as good
as LAID off, and all because was fading
away as they say"
what on earth is fading awayr"
ask ed his interviewer.
don't you kDow2-why, you feel that
you are too tired TO live; that you don't
want to see any bands OF cattle; you sweat
nights, and cold at that, too, and then
your face gets like a corpse that's been
dead for week of Sundays. You can't
see your cattle to say nothing about rop-
ing 'em. In fact you are mo good You
Yellowstone OF you must get that way.
Well, give up, anu off TO Denver to see a
doctor. No good. Back home No good.
Off again to Cheyenne. No good. Then /
was broke, ana all the lime getting worse.
About seven months ago tue boys got to
reading something about some place i'll
Frisco, and they all chips in; stakes me
good to try it as a final show not to have
to cash in, and l came down" Then he
drew big sigh of relief, and added as a
sort of postscript, "and L m feeling bully
too. you bet"
"What did you do down here that
brought about this great change in yCViw
for you are surely strong and well enongV
now7' was asked.
Nothing at all. That is, did go up
10 where they said l was to go-to the
Hudson Medical Institute. you know
that great white building at the corner of
Stockton, Market and Ellis streets-and
when told the doctors there just how
was fixed just let them run me. They
gave me what they all call the Great Hud-
yam" and told me how to take it and
when to take it. how to carry myself and
what to eat and drink and what time to
turn in. That's all done. They looked
after the rest
But how aid you come to hear of that
great institute?" be was asked.
"Oh, heard of it every where; but, you
see. some of the boys got hold of some of
the testimonials that they sent out about
this "Hudyan" and we wrote for more
and got 'em all free, and when we reads
what it does for others 1 try it. 1t cures
me too, don't it?"
1t was evident that it had. And he was
off back for "home" again.