Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1898-01-26
TRIED A TWIST.
THE BULLS NECK WAS CROOKED,
AND HE STRENGTHENED IT.

But He Was Too Blamed Peart to Joggle
Around on Top of This Earth, and the
BULL Tossed Him Up the Golden Stairs.
OH Carriers Meanness.
l was strolling through the country
graveyard on top Of tho hill when l was
Joined ny an old man, who opened a con-
versution and presently said;
''I'hat grave over thar is whar my son
Sam lies buried. l never got no headstun
yit, but I'm goin to sum day."
$50 you've lost a sonP' l said by way Of
saying something.
Eyes, lost him two vars ago. Sam was
II powerful peart young man, he was.
Decd, but he died of too much peartness.
Might hev bin livin today if he'd needed
his father"
Did Sam meet with an accident9"
"Sorter accident, l reckon. Man Oh the
next farm to us had a big bull, and that
bull wasn't afeared of anything OH this
airth. When he got mad, he'd go fur a
tree or a stun wall as quick as anything
else. One day he got to riproarin, and as
| thar wasn't anybody around to 60 fur he
made fur q big rock in the field. He didn't
knock his horns off, as you might reckon
on, but he struck SIGH a blow with his
| head that his neck bent around to the left.
| When he had carried it that way fur n
week or two, Sam says to me day:
Pop, If somethin hain't dun fur that
bull he'll soon hev his head over his tail.
What kin be dun!' says l.
"'Why, it wants somebody to take him
by the horns and gin him u twist to
| straighten his neck back
"'But don't you 60 to foolin with him.
If old Carter wants to twist his bulls
neck back into shape, lot him go ahead.
but we ar q family AS don't wv any crit
tiers and don't take no chances
"Sam didn't say nuthin to that, con-
tinued the old man, "but 1 mistrusted he
wanted to try a twist. We was workin in
the next field that day, and l kept my eye
on him fur an hour or two. Then he sud
denly throws down his hoe and cracks his
heels together and hollers:
"'Pop Saunders, Pm fur twistin that
neck back, and nobody kin stop me. I'm
ag'in the critter in a way, but | amt goin
to stand by and see him lose his peartness.
I'll straighten his neck with n twist
1 tIS uCu anu tlSuCO Duu O0AA an ~
powerful peart that thar WAS no stoppin
him. He clumb the fence and spit on his
hands and went fur the bull, and that bull
knowed he was goin to do him good and
never bellered u heller or paved a paw.
Sam got hold of either horn, drawed a
long breath and then gin the critter SIGH a
twist that he was throwed clean over on
the other side. Sam was ho,lerin and
wavin his hat when the bull got up. His
neck was as straight as "a bee line ag in,
but he was mad about being twisted. I
hollered to Sam to look out fur q calamity,
but while he was orackin his heels and
whoopin the bull made fur him and picked
him up"
"And he was killed." l said.
"Jest killed SO dead that a grin was left
on his face to bury him with, and he had
bin dead ten minits befo' he stopped
whoopin. He'd made that twist all right
and proper, but he didn't count on gittin
away. Yes, sab, jest died OF too much
peartness, and, shuck his pesky hide, If ole
Carter didn't want $40 of me fur damages.
! He was countin on sellin that bull with a
| twisted neck to q circus, and / had to pay
$40 to settle the case. Pore Sam! He was
Il good boy, but too peart-too blamed
peart to joggle around on top of this
airth." NJ. QUAD.