Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1896-04-16


hevin' to plant yer tents an square
things out, cut yer kindlin' an git yer
water by cat-light, an wait till nine
o'clock, mebbe, fer yer supper. This
was what happened different times
through Mis- Li'rfeld. She alters
wanted to ride when we shifted camp.
an follered the wagon on her bay boss.
1t was understood that when was goin'
too fast or he'd got fur in the lead, she
would wave her handkerchief, an was
to slack up or stop till she ketched the
wagon. So I jest natterly lowed
I'd give her a song-an' dance, hevin' a
pretty smart day ahead O. me an wantin'
to git into camp early. Consistently, I
told the nigger-who rode with me-
not to look back. - +, ST., -
"When we stated, Of cotse, the fust
ten mile or so was uphill mostly, an
I couldn't travel extra fast; so it was
bout two when we hit the summit, an
everything he'd went lovely. Then we
he'd little 'shand-out,' and the descent
begun.
II didn't lose no time. The mules
stepped outgay-1ne a-poppin' the buck
skin among 'cm oncet an awhile jest to
keep 'em cheerful 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 coyote got a:stray. Jumbo
shifted kind of uneasy like, on the seat,
and squinted sideways at me; but I
was whistlin' The Gal with the Tray
all Train and didn't see nor hear
nothin', of co'se. Pretty soon the Mig
ger he couldn't set peaceful an on
concerned no longer, an stealed a look
benin. Then he leaned forrard, TIL his
hams tween his knees, an chuckled
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, and says:
"'She's a-wavin', JIM ..
"'Set still, you blamed, black-breast-
ed sand-piper,' says I; let 'er wave
'He was tol'abul quiet fer shot
space-while you might cut pipe o
terbacker, mebbe. The calls sounded
pretty faint now. Far back up the
rocky trail, I could ketch the clear,
sharp ring of her hoss's hoofs -'pit-e-
pat! pit-e-pat! pit-e-pat!' -remindin'
me somethin' O. one O. them gals from
the east down in Benton chassayin' up
an down the room in new-fangled
war-dance they call the 'Rushin'
polkay.' "a @
\. Jumbo's head swung around again
on its pivot. He squirmed an twisted
nv NJ 1n1
too fast fer his ornery, woolly scalp,
an he bust out:
Dab she waves, Jim. Now-now!
she waves. Dah-.-dah! she's a wavin'.
Now-now she's a-wavin', Jim. Now!
she waves. Jim-Jim - Jim = she
waves. Jim-she waves-she waves!
she waves!'
''Here he throwed out his wings
undulatin'-like, and very takin', and
winds up in a loud Yah! yah! yah!'
-doublin' hissef up an contortin' an
rollin' round on the seat till I thought
he'd drop out o the wagin. He was
the most extropulous coon 1 ever See
that's right! l tried to kick him under
the seat-but fact is, was a-laughin'
at him till I was nigh non campus Men,
,phis myself. =: ~
j. "''Pit-e-pat! Pit-e-pat! Pit-e-pat!'
come from far back in the distance.
Snow commenced to pull in my
mules. We were gittin' pretty we'll
down the slope, an few miles more
would fetch us to the camp ground.
1T he'd changed The Gal with the
Travail Train fer The Gal left Be-
him Me- It was still middlin' early
in the afternoon, an mighty hot. After
awhile I got my team down to a,walR,
an before long heerd the boss. hoofs
comm clOster. /
II turned around an watched her as
she come up. Say!-I've eat canned
Holsters but you'd oughter seen: that
wo1nan's face! Whoosh! ito
stat g t fire fer the pu'pos' o. stoastin'
Jay bannaclk while she wer' round an that
color lasted, as The poet says, 'wer' on
necessary But that want all, neither.
She was mad clean through-assa,s age
hen with q brood o. young 'uns; it stuck
out in pints all over her. An yehs could
see where the tears he'd left marks on
her cAdeks - through the dust; an her
hair Nas like Shower-bath 3on her
shoulders 10. S.s@ III -'!2>i
90 " How could you be so mean, jim
she says. 'f,:;i G@'
&, "'Well see, mum-er-this here
-ah- blamed hill is so COMPOUNDED
ornery pu'pendic'lar = uh - I couldn't,
hold 'em up 'pon honor couldn't!'
= f.I.a.sOf COS guess She didn t b'ieeyve
me badly, But what could she say?
US travelled pretty slow the rest 9 the
road t. camp. i aid feel tarna,tioonn