Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1899-11-03

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woods seemed to b. full If the yelll..
devils. 1t want great while afol
we could see en- sLu,Ain artCr
amongst the trees. and | come IT, q
conclusion 1t WAS time TO get Cvoi -.
business. Get into yer box. raIsou
says |, for I've picked cut ny t,ae a..
the limb whar I'm eoin to Sc
Thee will not line me, thea? say.
he, begnnin' to pitch o., mis- p.uEG-.
Not this trip. Palson. SAYS
sometime. when it amt so cold arc
so late in the day, perhaps. III line ".
Farewell, then, sSys he 'And ma.
| God restrain thy hand
80 he tucked himself into his boz.
and got out O. the straps OF ny pack
and took old SpitLre UP the tree with
me.
I'VE had hardly got fixed afore the
hull pack O. wolves. about twenty on
'em. was swarmin' round Us. They
didn't give look at ne. but begun 10
nose around the Parsons box. and j
kind O. held off with old Spitfrr. pc
cuz I'd never RELY seen how the Par
son conducted his CAMPAIGNS. ard W.
a might GURUS TO obsarve how the var
minis would use him. anyway Arc,
smellin' round for few minutes, tic
wolves begun TO scratch and gnaw &.
the box. and finally they sot to work 10
tip it over.
Now, as | was sayin', the Parsons
chist o refuge was sot on tohOc2au
TO which 1t was bound by thongs W.
he'd stopped on the side Of a small
mounting, and when the wolves begun
to push and haul at the box. the toaog-
gan slowed around til 1t was pinted
down hill, and then off she went like
a duck on Ice.
"Thunderation!' thinks | to myself
is the Parson goin' coastin' AMONGST
all these trees?' Sure enough he was.
and gatherin' Roadway all the tine.
with the wolves trottin' artar. kind q
su prised like. 'Parsonn | yelled. UNI
lock that box and stop Ter. or thar
won't be a splinter left of either o.
YET
Il dunno whether the Parson heard
me or not, but eff be did. thar want
much time to foller my instructions.
for in half a minute the toboggan
was goin' like a log in the rapids, and |
then like a bullet out Of a gun; and |
afore could get my jaws closed ag'.n. |
ker-whack! she struck big hemlockl |
The Parsons box bust open lengthwIse, |
just like a pea-pod. and out he come |
allyn and sailed along on his coat
tails for good ten yards just like
partridge when she lights. The minute
he struck the snow he was mp agin,
leggin IT for tree. | reckon he had |
1t all planned out while he was in the
air, for l couldn't "a chose a better
tree myself. nor Skinned up It any
livelier.
when the Parson got perched.
could see his white face among the
branches. lookin' down at the wolves.
that were hOwlin' and leapin' up on
he tree. Shoot, Mr.. Rivers. shoot
he yelled. For Gods sake, save noe
rom these beasts.'
Il got rest over limb and begun
o onhitch old Spitfire. Every timo
he spoke, a wolf keeled over, snappin
It the snow, and maxim himself a red |
'ug to lie on. Once in a while the |
'arson would give a yell. and towards
he last they was whoops Of triumph
n less than half an hour every Vo'f
vas dead. eNcep' three tina; suoatoJ
way Then | got down and went 20
ee how the Parson was. He seemed
o kind o miss his box. for I never see
man quite so disturbed about a few
esky wolves. Have you killed ON
II, Mr.. Rivers?' says he, with chatter
n teeth.
All but three says 7. And YOU
eednt be afraid they'll come back
Sure?' says he
Sure says l.
"But it was fftee~ minutes afora
ould get him to come down 1T is
rcadful, this carnape, says he. shyin'
way from the dead wolves You must
ycuse my confusion and inconslst-
ncy Mr.. Rivers, b. I was never IN
lch a plight before. In the secluslon
my box, l knew nothing of these
errors
" You'll get used to 'em, Parson.'
,ys |, now that the box is gone. And
lien you set down 10 supper az Jen- :
irg's. tonight, I'll bet you'll be glad ,
on amt cooped up here, waitin' tor
lem critters TO get tired o. the smell ,
yer carcass ;
Thar Is sometrin' in that, says :
e. And. by gum If the cuss didnt :
At hunk O. bars meat with his :
cans and mush, that night, az Jen- y
Ing s,'-James Buckham, in Field =
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