Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1899-08-23
Nevada Kids Little Joke
Got a Job with the Diamond F"
Outfit on His Merits.


ND I ever tell you bout that tender
IL foot that joined the Diamond F.
outfit last beef roundup? Well, say he
was holy terror!
1t come about this way: Our wagon
was at Cherry Coulee; we was just after
having dinner, and the boss, old Rowe,
was going round like bear with sore
head, bullyragging at everybody and
everything. This was because two of
our top-hands had got huffy and pulled
out that morning; consequently some
of the boys was beginning to kick most
outrageous at the thought of having to
do extra night herd work.
Cherry Coulee amt far from town,
and we used often to have people come
out to look at our outfit when we was
camped near town; so when we seen
dudish-looking fellow with "Chris-
ty-stiff'' hat and stand-up collar come
a-walking towards the wagons we just
supposed he was another of them east
ern tourists who was nosing around,
and we didn't pay any attention to him.
But he walks up to the cook, who was
monkeying round the fire, and says he:
mister, which of you might be the
boss here?"
The cook just pointed at Rowe, and
the dude walks up to him and says
quite pleasantly:
II heard in town this morning that
you wanted man, so I thought would
come out and get the job,
Rowe looked at his "Christy -stiff'' hat,
his stuck-up collar, his silk tie, his
boiled shirt, and his pretty clothes, and
then he says, quite slowly:
'And what kind of job might you
be looking for?"
why, punching COWS, of course" said
the stranger:
"Yes?" said Rowe. "And what do
you know about cow-punching, and
where might you have punched cows?"
Down in Missouri" says he, still
smiling most pleasant.
Now, perhaps you don't know 1t, but
there amt no rcow-pupching in Mis-
souri,, in fact that same place is pretty
much of hayseed state, and a regular
nesting place for greenhorns and ten
derfeet; so when the dude said he
came from Missouri Rowe kind of
looked at him and said:
"And what outfit might you have
worked for down there?"
"Well, worked for my pap" says he.
"Pap had nigh on to 20 cows and! had
to drive them down to the pond to wa
ter; pap used to ride the old bay and
I used to ride Molly; sometimes I'd ride
Jim, the mule Oh, I've had quite a lot
of riding, 1 can tell you. Nav said 1
could ride well.''
THAT SOP" said Rowe. We'll, 1 guess
I haven't got no job for YOU"
"What!" said the dude, looking
mighty surprised. Perhaps you think
1 can't ride good enough?"
"And that's no ie," said Rowe, who
was getting bit tired of him.
''Oh, but hold on!" says Mr.. "Christy-
stiff" You haven't seen me ride. Give
me show; I'm pretty hard up and l
want a job"
Look here" said Rowe, you want
u show, and I'll give you one. You ride
that bald-faced bronc over there, and
if he doesn't chuck you I'll take you on,
and what's more, I'll give you top
wages"
Now, this same brom was a regular
outlaw and man-killer, and there
wasn't q puncher in the outfit who
could stay with him, though we had
some bronco-twisters who were no
slouches either; he was vicious, bit
ing, striking, whistling, snorting ter
ror, and as for bucking, why, he'd SOON
er buck than eat. We called him Gen.
Weyler. 1t did seem rather low down
to run the stranger up, against such a
cyclone, but he was SO precious green
he just jumped at the chance.
"An right" says he; will you give
me top wages if ride that horse?"
Surely" says Rowe, chuckling to
himself. 800, -'-~ --.
"And perhaps you wouldn't mind
buying me an outfit, as I'm broke?"
said the dude. ~ y of- .st <, !: (
r I'm do that says. Rowe. "Isguess
sticking-plaster is pretty cheap" .whis-
pered he to US boys who was standing
round. 1919 All
Here, joe" says Rowe. "You go and
help Cadotte catch and saddle up old
Gen. Weyler and bring him round
here.". VA i ,a5"rg!# - T., ,#s%. ~
4, Some of the boys caught him up and
drove him round to the back of the
mess tent, roped him, threw him, blind
folded him and saddled him and then
brought him round for the ten6erfoot.
''What funny-looking saddle!'' says
he. ''Dear me, I don't think I can ride
on that thing; pap's saddle wasn't like
that, and besides, ], generally rode bare
back when I was to home. Won't some
- ron gentlemen please take itIotf q