The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1896-05-06

SIDEWAYS ngaln, an says:
She's a-wavin, Jim
"'Set still, you blamed black breast.
ed sandpiper, says l. Let 'er wave
''He was tol'abul quiet fer shot
space, while you might cut pipe of
terbacker, mebbe. The calls sounded
pretty faint now. Far back up the rocky
trail l could ketch the clear, sharp ring
Of her hoss' hoofs-pit-e-pa pit-e-
patti e-patl-remindin me somethin
of one of them gals from the east down
in Benton chassayin up an down the
room in newfangled wardance they
call the 'Rushin Polkay'
"Jumbo's head swung around again
on its pivot. He squiI1med an twisted
an chuckled some more. The fun was
too fast fer his ornery, woolly scalp an
he bus out:
"'Dahi she waves, Jim. Now-now!
she waves Dah-dahl she's a-wavin.
Now-nowl she's a-wavin, Jim. Nowl
she waves. Jim Jim - JIM - she
waves. Jim-she wayes!-she waves!-
she wavesl'
"Here he throwed out his wings-un-
dulatinlike an very talSin an winds up
in loud Yah, yah, yah!'--doublin
hisself up an contortin an rollin round
on the seat till thought he'd drop out
o the wagin. He was the most extropu-
lous coon l ever see-that's right /
tried to kick him under the seat, but
fact is, / was a-laughin at him till
was nigh non campus Memphis myself.
" 'Pit-e-patl Pit-e-pat! Pit-e-patp
come from far back in the distance.
''Now l commenced to pull in my
mules. We were gittin pretty well
down the slope an II few mile more
would fetch us to the camp ground. Il
he'd changed The Gal With the Travail
Train fer The Gal Left Benin Me }
1t was still middlin early in the after
noon an mighty hot. After awhile got
my team down to walk an before long
l heerd the hoss' hoofs comm closter.
IT turned around an watched her as
she come up. Sayi I've eat canned
Holsters an heerd talk of spanked babies
but you'd oughter seen that woman's
facet #** Whooshi To stat a fire fer
the purpose u toastin bannack while
she wer' round an that color lasted, as
the poet says, 'wer' Unnecessary. But
that want all, neither. She was mad
clean through-as sage hen with Il
brood of young uns; it stuck ont in
pints all over her. An you could see
where the tears he'd left marks on her
cheeks, through the dust, an her hair
was like shower bath on her Shoulders.
How could you be so mean, Jim,
she says.
'Well-you see, mum--er-this
here-ah-blamed hill is so confounded
ornery pu'pendic c'lar-uh-I couldn't
hold 'em up-'pon honor l couldn't!'
"Of co'se l guess she didn't b'leeve
me ha'dly, but what could she say? We
travelled pretty slow the rest of the road
to camp. did feel tarnation mean, as
well as sorry fer her, an that's right
wanted to kick myself, to make myself
feel-er-ah-oncom he'd
half a mind to make Jumbo do it. But,
then, he was nigger, an didn't know
nothin.
well, Li'l'feld got his leg broke
sho o'tly after an that bu st up the expo
dition-got into awrestle with grizzly
an took second money. He left his hoss
an went close to git good pull, but the
bear was only wounded an charged. He
waltzed with him. / reckon it 'ud IA
been all day with Li'l'field il Wells
hedn't been nigh. He was dead shot,
you know. As it was, he got out Of it
with broken thigh an cash in his
hip from tine bears claw you might
cache u flasl in. So as soon as he could
be moved, va went into Helena an they
left fer England.
"Eh? Oh, the woman! Why-well,
she rode with me on the wagin after
that when we moved camp-jest orner
ly didn't care to much as look ut sad
die fer moro'n week. When she shook
han q an says goodby (an was real sorry
to see the last Of herr, she looks at me
an smiles an says:
An Jim, next time we come to
Montana to hunt, try an pick us out a
span Of mules that amt SO hard to
hold up, will your
"An I hanged my head, like derned
idjut, an said l would. William
Bleasdell Cameron in San Francisco Ar
gonaut.