The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1898-08-19
/ SHORTER, SON
OF A HURRICANE.
The En5 Of His CYeionic Carez
Brought Grid to the Hen
loek Belt.

HA O1A6 OF my IDS L1rOuegh Ene
" Passadanlzy country, up in the
hemIOek belt" said John Gilbert, the
travelling groceryman, "a disconsolate-
looking native came out Of a barn near
the roadside and hailed me. I stopped.
Did you come through Jinlins' HoI-
lerP he asked.
Yes said.
Was folks gethered pOOty plenty at
the tavern, IOOkin' glum2' he asked.
Not that noticed, replied.
Wasn't the store shet uPP
no
business gOin' on about as usual,
hay@
It appeared to be-
Then they hain't heerd on It down
10 the HOlIer yet said the native.
Guess better lope down there an
break it 10 'em myself, kind O. gentle.
IF the news hits 'em student they mowt
shet down the tavern
What's happened?' I asked, my Gu
riOsity excited.
Why, SnOrter's deadl' was the re-
ply
Who's Snorter?' inquired.
Guess you must i've Pooty fur
about here said the native, If you
never heerd O. Snorteri'
ST had to admit that did not live
thereabout. The big barn door was
open and swung back against the side
Of the barn. The native stepped back
and closed 1t.
There said he, pointing to a mis-
cellaneous collection Of things hanging
to that side Of the door. SThem's the
latest assortment Of SnOrter's scalps!'
II counted % rafslzins, a weasel skin
and a chicken hawk
Them's Snorter's scalps,' said the
native, an you bet you gloOmu foIler
when the news gifts round that Snort
er's dead!'
Son Of yoursP said L
Son o mine!' exclaimed the na-
tive. Publ There amt no son O mine
nor no son O. nobody else on the OF
Passadauly could hung up a passeI O.
scalps like themi No, sirl Shorter
want my son. He was the son of
hurricane, Shorter was! He was a
rooster, an the son Of a hurricanel No
one never see the likes O him afore,
an won't never see the likes O. him
aginl
-Four years ago hurricane setch
as We never herd on afOre come swoOp-
in through. this deestric'. It come from
the southeast an fetched all sorts O.
truck along with it, dTOPpin' Of It here
an there, an pickin' up more in place
Of it. SOS we had things that belonged
mebbe way down in Virginny, for all
I know, an things that belonged to
Us was mebbe lugged of an dropped
down way up in Michigan, jes' as like
as not, II the hurricane wind held out
that fur-an' from the way 1t was goin'
when It slid over the Of Passadanky
I've an idee 1t had wind enough to car
~ it on to Alasky. easy enough, before
it give it's dyin' yOop. After the hurri-
cane got by went out to take a look
around, an 'mOngst other things
found was a red hen, settin' dazed-Ifke
under a thorn bush. There never had
been a hen like that in the hull hem
lock belt. How fur she had rid on the
bosom o that cyclone nObody'u never
know. picked her up an found an
egg where she sot. The egg want no
bigger'n the everyday run o hens
eggs, but It was red-almost as red as
the hen. brung the hen an the egg
in. but the hen never seemed to git
herself together agin, an give a couple
o kind O. hOmesick signs an kicked
the bucket. had an OF dominick hen
that was pinin' to set, an I sot her.
Amongst her settin' o eggs was that
red egg that come from some unknown
country, ridin' into the PassadanEy
deestric on the bosom O. that storm.
Some o that hurricane had worked its
way into that egg, sure enough, for the
chicken that come outen it turned out
to be a regular movin' cyclone. That
chicken was as red as the egg It came
out Of, an that chicken was Shorter.
he was the son Of hurricane, an he
took after his father from the word goI
First time ever took notice o.
Suorter's uncommon P'ints was one day
when he was about a month old. was
goin' by the barn here, an herd
tremendous cacklin' 'mongst the check
ems back in the barnyard, an a rat
squealin' in setch q key that I lznOw'd
Il must a run ag'in trouble o some
kind. I went round TO the yard, an
there was that hurricane chicken, with
noshin' on II yit but pinfeatbers, tug
gin away like mad at a rats tail, which
be had ketched hold on as the rat was
skippin' into a hole under the barn,
mebbe with an egg or young chicken.
After two or three jerks that buddin'
cyclone Of a chicken Yankede the raj