, 1897-10-13


was the race Of my life; down the can
ON. across a little mesa. then up owe
a hoSback taat lay between me and
camp. l went. only hitting che higi
places, and mighty few Of them. Tn.
arrows went a whistlin' by me, and ev.
cry time l yelled. loud enough,
thought. to raise the territory, SO as te
warn Sim. The Indian fired once, and
tue bullet went a-singin' away of to one
side. knew l could hold my own in
the foot race, burt l was afraid OF the
arrows. more SO than the gun. | come
over that hcgback, Sim said, like l was
fired out of a gun. the Indians stringin'
ont behind me. with the one with the
gun leadin' the others. | tell you | was
glad when l see Sim come a-leapin' uI
the trail about 90 yards below me. J
sheered on to n side, out CT the line
Of fire, and Sim crooched down behind
a powder and u loose. Mr.. Indian
tumbled head over heels. too dead to
yell, and the Others, thinkin' thai 1t was
him that shot. come over the bill in one
two. three order, and Sim knocked
them over the, same way. Sim was q
nervy cuss, and could shoot mighty
close when he had to. He thought i,
was fun, and We come mighty near hav,
in a row over it. Why. you see, he
said was such a d-n good deco,
he wanted TO set me again"
s! Viewers a-prospectin' agin ovet
White Hills way" said one If the boys.
"I.see him las month: he's the same
OIL 81, as full OF his dry jokes as ever,
an isn't a bit discouraged"
What n the devil d he do with all
his money? He made quite a cleanup
in the Black Hills, $4,000 or So"
Il dunno; asked him when he said
he was out on a grubstake, an he told
me one OF his fool stories; but 81 Is al
ways runnin' up again some new game
ur nuther. an We ell know that it costs
money to learn new games. But I'll tel.
You his story Of it an you'll see that
nobody d thought OF sech a thing bu,
81.
H said that after he left the Black
Hills he went around to several towns
an as far east as Kansas City, but town
lie an 81 didn't gee-wasn't freedom
enough. SO he struck out. He'd seen
hills till he was tired o: EN-, an wen
down into southern Kansas to see a
level country. The g~rasshoppers had
jest begin to raise the devil down there,
an 81 took quite an interest in studyin'
EN-. One day he see a dry Ian turkle,
t%ortuses, some calls EN-. eatin' the hop
pers for all tina. was out. That give 81 an
Idly, SO he says. II he could get enough
OF EN- together he'd farm EN- out on
the ranches at his own figure. So he
started to getherin' EN-. He heard that
down Texas way they was THOUSANDS OF
EN-. so to Texas he vent. He paid
boys four bits an a dollar apiece for
hem. an 0 O had nearly all his mon,
ey in turkles. He'd figured on a per-
manent investment, for you know they
live forever. an find themselves. He
hired some boys to help him. an a In
dian for his guide, an says he started
TO drive EN- through to Kansas. When
they stopped at night all they had to do
was to go along an turn 'em over on
their backs an there they would be
in the morning. He had one great big
one witch a little silver bell on its shell
Tor a sort OF a bellwether, an 1t alwaya
went in the lead. One night he had a
row with the Indian guide, an fired
him. That night what did that low
down redskin do bat go to a creek an.
ketch a big mud turkle. an take the
bell of the bellwether an pu; it on the
mud turkle. The mex mornin' they
started off all right. an way long In the
afternoon they got to a long bridge over
The Cimarron. Well, sir. 81 says. that
all to onc't when they was about halt
over his old bellwether went ker splash
over an down into the water an every
cussed tortus went hellity-split after the
hell. 81 says he jest stood there an
laughed an watched his dollars 81
plunkety-plunk to tine bottom-that il
broke him an he mad to russle a grub.
stake an take to the hills again. He
said 1t was sech a dern good Joke tina,
he forgot to take a shot at the Indian.
But that's ST."
YES" said Paystreak Johnson. the
philosopher Of the camp. that's old 81.
He was always miserly with that grain
spoke about awhile ego."-Globe-
Democrat.
THE SHUTTING OF A WINDOW.
Bal Chico was the son Of a Mexican
matadore. and his early associations
were not Of a kind to develop a sable
land l~aw-abiding character. Bal drank
because he saw everybody else drink
and red wine brought into action In
bal that courage which the matadore
displayed in the areana with sagacity
and prudence. courage becomes bot pug.
nactty that anDuses or offends. Bait
soon became offensive. he had the mis-.
fortune to knife a young grandee o.
tastes and weaknesses similar to his
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