The Brunswick times. [volume] (Brunswick, Ga.) 188?-1900, 1897-12-19

1 STUMBLED UP THE MOUNT INSIDE A-HOL-
LERlNG.
ems fellers eating no more and try to fill
myself up on salt horse and Stops Ill git
one good feed II 1t takes a leg or costs a
life
at will be the latter" he says sober
enough You couldn't make walking
market of yourself over three feet Of snow
ON the edge of prcciplcc
"I'm light and easy on snowshoes
"But, he interrupts, whats the mat
ter with my going?"
"You ain t, answers bringing to
mind his attempts to walk on snowshoes
and his wabblings you ain no bird on
'em, pard. 4"
He laughed then like a boy.
"It's a deal" says. and tomorrer
the Gath, I'll set off early and git back by
night and we'll set up and eat till morn
ing IN git brandy for the pudding sass,
but pard, l finishes anxious how is
them buildings NADER
why. flour, raisins, lard or butter
something that's rich
Butter, l puts in, SIS so cents
pound at Ouray, and | guess that's rich
enough
Butter, currants. molasses to make ii
brown, and spice mixed and cooked.
IL cal late III get it mixed to the store,
I says, land my travelling will beat it up
"Then you sew it up in bag which
you boil and make a sauce of brandy that
you pour over and set aflre, and it burns
blue flame. This is the way we used to
have it at home. " His face grew sad, and
l knew he was going into them gloolns
ag'in.
Waste of good liquor, says under
my breath, but lie didn note me
set out early the next morning leaving
him and the pup at home. 1t wasn't bad
going and the mir was fresh and full of
sunshine They was s'prised to see me at
Ouray, and laughed deal at the truck |
bought and paid for with gold dust. l
found the pudding stuff so heavy that |
really had it mixed in pail l went over
to a saloon Tor awhile, and it was bout 3
in the afternoon when l come back for my
things | had asked tho storekeeper, who
was also postmaster, if there Were any let
tcrs for pard but there want | tied the
eight pound turkey round my neck with
the pudding pail, the vegetables and a
squash-that seemed to weigh q ton before
was four miles on my way filled my
pockets with papers and books and a bot
tie of brandy and tobacco AS fixed my
suowshoes, the storekeeper came out
Queer thing, Bige, he SAYS Bout
an hour fore you got back from the sa-
loon an Englishman named Ingalls, was
here asking ii l knowed your pard Ed |
told him where no was and off he goes
Impatient and stuck up enough, wouldn
listen to no caution Thought mebbe our
mount'in trail was a bolerward where he
could find boss keers and them two wheeled
cabs with a jay up behind. OFF he jumps
like flash l says, Try it young Teller,
you II he back in an hour or two. clean
forgot all about you was going that way. "
I'm meet him. says and starts The
crowd give three cheers for me and wished
me Merry Chris must Keep some
of that pudding for me till spring 1t will
be hard enough, yells the storekeeper
"for you wouldn' { take no soda in it, d"
Pard hadn't mentioned soda and I
wouldn t put it in though it was argued
it oughter be done. IS longF l calls and
goes on. For three or four miles could
see tracks quite plain in the snow and 1
kept lookout for Ingalls,, but my progress
was awful slow. l was so beat out that l
swore at the vittles, pard and Chris mus
straight along. The turkey growed heav-
Ter anu uestNlSr, anu once lOSG IL and
had to go back half mile. l want a
likely pictur' as tloundered along and was
ugly enough to fight my best friend. Curl
Gus enough put all my mad on that Teller
ahead. 1.-The idee," I'd say, of him dar-
ing to climb this mount'in alone in snow
time"
Bout ten miles on my way, lust as l
was straight ming up my back after MAX
ing another hitch on the turkey l felt
something sharp strike my face | knowed
l was in for it, for snow at Chris mus time
in these mount ms means darkness, drifts
and death But that didn't stump me
Every inch OF that road was plain as
o map in my mind, and blunted by
cold. stunned by the Snow and dark
ness, l forgot Ingalls, entirely and
must have passed close by him | had
enough to do 10 fight FOR my own life On
l goes and game enough to hang to the
truck. | wan I going 10 be beat outer
that dinner FOR all the snow IN Colorado.
Every now and then when J got kinder
sleepy and sly iGee KEEP coming how slick
10 would BE- TO nc down and take a nap
that means ncve! git up but freeze TO death
1.-THE old turkey would sling around and