Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1896-05-29

keep 'em chee'ful an in good humor, an
the hill--well, chain lightnin could go
down--with britchin. / hedn't went
great ways when heerd a fur off call
like u coyote got astray. Jumbo shifted
kind Of uneasylike ON the seat an
squinted sideways at me, but I was
a.whistlin The Gal With the Travail
Train, and didn't see nor hear nothin,
Of co'se. Pretty soon the Niger he
couldn't set peaceful an onconcerned no
longer an stealed a look benin. Then
he leaned foTard, TIL his hans tween
his knees, an chuokled to hisself paid
no manner Of notice. Now he screws
round again in his seat, chuckles, an
twists little harder, squints at me
sideways again, an says:
"'She's a-wavin, Jim.
"'Set still, you blamed black breast
ed sandpiper, says I. 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 could ketch tho clear, sharp ring
Of her hoss hoofs-pit-e-patl pit-e-
patti e-pat!-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 PoIlsay.
"Jumbo's head swung around again
on its pivot. He squirmed an twisted
an chuckled some more. The fun was
too fast fer his ornery, woolly scalp, an
he bu st out;
"'Dahl she waves, Jim. Now-now!
she waves Dah-dahl she's a-wavin.
Now-nowl she's a-wavin, Jim. Now!
she waves. Jim Jim - Jim = she
waves. Jinl--she wavesl-she wavesl-
she wavesl
Here he throwed out his wings-un
dulatinlike nm very takin m winds up
in loud Yah, yah, yahr-doublin
hisself up an oontortin an rollin round
on the seat till / thought he'd drop out
the wagin. How tho most extropu-
lous coon / 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-pat! Pit-e-pat! Pit-e-patl'
come from far back in the distance.
"Now commenced to pull In my
mules. We were gittin pretty well
down the slope an 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. ,
It was still middlin early in the after
noon an mighty hot. After awhile got
my team down to u walk nm before long
heerd the hoss' hoofs comm closter
~ turned around an watched her ~
ul,a ,xYa ant
Holsters an heerd talk of spanked babies
but you'd oughter seen that woman's
facet y " Whooshl To stat fire fer
the pu' pose o. toastin bannack while
she wer' round an that color lasted, M
the poet says, 'wer' Unnecessary But
that want all, neither. She was mad
clean through--as sage hen with
brood of young uns; 10 stuck out 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 u shower bath on her shoulders.
=" How could you be 80 mean, Jim,
she says.
'Well-you 500. mum-er-this
here--ah-blamed hill is so COMPOUNDED
orncry pu 'pendic 'lrr--uh--I couldn't
hold 'em Upon honor / couldntl'
"Of co'se 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 IA sorry fer her, an that's right /
wanted to kick myself, TO make myself
observation-disclosures. | he'd
half IL mind to make Jumbo do it. But,
then, he was n Niger, an didn't know
nothin.
well, Li'l'held got his leg broke
sho'tly after IN that bust up the expe-
dition-got into wrestle with u 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 nd "a
been all day with Li'l'field IL Wells
hedYt been nigh. He was IL dead shot,
yot know. As 1t was, he got ont OF it
with IL broken thigh an cash in his
hip from tho bears claw you might
cache flask In. So az soon ny he could
be moved, we went into Helena IN 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 more'n week. When she shook
han AN says goodby Ian was real sorry
to see the last Of herr, she looks at me
an spiles an says:
" An Jim, next time we come to
Montana to hunt, try AN pick us out
span Of mules that amt so hard to
hold up, will you7'
AN hanged my head, like derned
idjut, an said would. William
Bleasdell Cameron in San Francisco Ar
gonaut.
Mile. Hugo.