The Mason County journal. [volume] (Shelton, W.T.) 1886-1927, 1898-08-05


unhurt, and gazed with bulging eyes at
the rapidly receding procession of run
away team, swaying, humping red
wagon and furious bull. The farmers
hired man came hurriedly upon the
scene Just then. AS soon as Uncle JOB
could speak, he said:
David, if anyone had asked me what
was the peacefullest and quietest thing
on my place, I'd have said the red demo-
crat wagon, but see how wrong d have
been. Did you ever see such wild and
pervadin' hula baloo as that red wagon
has stirred up all in less than no time:
Then Farmer Jackson and his hired
man started on the trail OF the depart
ing farm stock, animate and ii2. mate.
At intervals they met sundry and Varl-
Gus persons of both sexes coming out OF
the fields and over fences, back into the
road which they did not hesitate TO say
they had quilted in order that Farmer
Jackson's cattle might have more room
for their test of speed. In the testimony
of these persons regarding the aspect
that affairs had presented as the horses.
the red wagon and the bull passed that
way, the preponderance of evidence was
that the procession could not then be
less than three miles ahead and still
going, if wind and limb were still intact.
"Subsequent facts did not substan-
tate this testimony, for when Farmer
Jackson and his hired man had travelled
a mile in the wake of the pursued AND
pursuing live stock they saw some
thing coming toward them. AS it drew
near them, on a trot, the farmer recog-
niZed it.
"'Here is Bolero XVI, registered,
coming back said he. Here comes a
bull that has put more life in the agri-
cultural interests o this district durln
the last 20 minutes than has been put
in 'em for the last five years. Here he
comes, and he cost me only $780,
CAS- the bull came on, Uncle Job
warmed up.
THAT unmitigated BULL said he,
has butted and stomped my rantanker-
Gus red wagon into kindlin' wood, as
sure as rooty bagies, and has tore them
horses into shoestrings, III bet cooky.
Maybe l won't lambaste that pesky crit
ter when he gifts here
There isn't any doubt that Farmer
Jackson honestly intended to lambaste
the critter, but he wasn't entirely post
ed on the bulls points. When Bolero
XIV. got within a few rods of the
farmer and his hired man he stopped,
gazed at them moment, snOrted,
shook his head, lowered it, and then
rushed toward them with as much vim,
vigor and fury as he had displayed
when he resented the red wagons glar-
ing defiance and charged upon it from
the barnyard.
"Now it happened that this occurred
in the road directly in front of Farmer
Jackson's sinkhole lot. When the bull
came down the road on the double
quick, snorting and frothing, and plain
~ intent on Niping the farmer and his
man out of his path, Uncle Job changed
his mind about the lambasting he had
in store for the ugly brute, and he and
his hired man broke for the lot, got over
the fence, and started across the lot
toward the woods on the other side
The bull followed. The fence was no
more a barrier 20 his advance than the
barnyard fence had been, and he went
through it with equal force.
"'David,' said Farmer Jackson, as he
and the hired man sprinted side by side
across lots, they told me that bull
would follow me like kitten. He's
doin' of it, David, but it's wild cats
kitten, grcwed up
Owing to the quicksand Enclosure
in the lot, Uncle Job and David had to
make a rather circuitOus course to
reach the vantage ground they were
headed for. The bull, probably having
found fences of so little account in his
way that it was a pleasure for him to
pass through them, took the short cut
across the lot to head the men off,
which brought the fence inclosing the
sinkhole directly in his path. He
dashed upon the fence and down it went
with a crash. Over its ruins he leaped,
straight upon the unstable spot the
fence had guarded. instantly he sank
in the treacherous mire, and Farmer
Jackson, who had heard the crash of
the fence and turned his head to look,
saw the catastrophe. He and his man
hurried back to the spot, and got there
in time to see the bull disappear be-
meath the surface of the sinkhole, and
it closed over him and lay as smooth
as if it had never been disturbed. By
and by Farmer Jackson said:
David, let this be warnin' to YOU.
Never paint your wagons red
Farmer jackson and his man got
back to the road in time to meet
neighbor leading the runaway team.
The bull hadn't torn them into shoe
strings, as Uncle Job declared his will
lingness to bet he had, but the red
wagon wasn't there.
"'Where's the disquietin' red demo-
crat wagon that stirred up all this
rumpus" said Farmer Jackson.
Well said the neighbor, it's strung
pretty much all along the road 'twixt
here and my place, a mile or so furder
down. Pears to me, Uncle Job, as if
that wagon was leetle the darndest
reddlst git-up of vehicle l ever see.
why, say, when these horses O. yourn
was Nckin' it to flinders, darned if the
spllnters didn't look like blaIn' pine
knots flynn as they scattered and
whirled through the air. They was good
as Fourth O. July fireworks
Farmer Jackson took his horses and
went home, and he hadn't got over his
Hurry yet when 1 drove up. And that
was why when asked him what had
happened he mopped his face and said:
John, don't know how fur down