The daily morning journal and courier., 1899-04-11

Didn't we try thet afore, n didn't the
 ole wolf-devil juss wink at us, n g'wol
 killin' colts tull he took it into his hai' to levant out O this? No, sir, the. just hadn't no mortal way on yearth o geetin' tn best O thet ole critter less'i
 we kin git CT shot at him fair, n jus plug him.
 He's juss erbout tn wisest wolf the
 ever run these bad-lands II thet oin no mistake. He bosses thet pack O
 hizen like a general, tool know the
 cause I see tn hull gang onct with tn
 glass. They was a travelin' 'crost then
 flats this side O Dock Lane, n laid III
 n tn breaks O Ki-o-tee Butte, n watch
 ed ole Hootzy runnin' ahead like a bel
 mare O tn hull bilin' q follerin. Some
 times one Q tn pack 'ud try a little sort
 O side so-ree O his own men ole
 Hootzy d juss come fur him like a gray
 cyclone-they d be mixup O alxili dust
 n wolves, nen Hootzy d trot back to-
 Woards tn head ergln, n tn othern d
 go limpin' long at the tail end 70 tn pack for a quarter CT so. He's a wise
 varmint, Hootzy is, n does all his own
 killin', too-thet's tn reason pizen haint
 no good-see? Mebby tn greaser oyer
 thar kin hulp us out O this yere dee- | ficlli-ty some-Ill as him.
 Hey, Mingo elm yere."
 Say, d'yeh savie Hootzy? Hootzy,
 tn tah-mah hna-wis wolf ut runs this yere range, you savie?"
 'Ump! Heap save Heap devil, that
 wolf Heap cultas, a-a-nah" and Min
 go was silent again.
 ',yNpll Nirern ,,n;J GorIipor sIJont
 ga is killing the colts on the range, and
 he's got to be wiped out. Savie? Now, I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you
 twenty-five dollars for Hootza's head, and I'll give you five dollars more for every head you get out of the pack that follows him. savie?"
 "Ump, savie hlyu. Nika iskum hyak, a-a- -nah!''
 Says he'll get 'em quick" said Ike, translating the Chinook words, for. queer as it may seem, Big Ike and Min go were close friends and travelled partners" though Ike was originally a Missourian and Mingo came into the world as the youngest member of a family of Siwash Indians over some where along the Columbia river in
 w dSullSlOl or oregon.
 This strange pair were employed as cowboys by Gardiner, who was sole owner of the "I-U" ranch up in the edge of badlands of Wyoming. Gardin- CT was Yale graduate, who spent his summers up in the wild country mak- ing money, and spent his winters spending it-so he said. He was a fine specimen of the man who subdues the wilderness, and the wilderness didn't seem to rub much of the polish off of Gardiner either.
 Ike was different-Ike was simply one of those Missourians who couldn't stay close to civilization, and he drifted all over the west, paid no taxes, and didn't care who was president so long as they didn't try to curtail the production of whisky and ammunition, or interfere with Ike or his Siwash partner.
 The two men talked for an hour or so, there in the shade of the log, home ranch" and paid no attention to Mingo who usually associated with himself. anyhow. Nobody saw him catch his horse and deliberately saddle it. No- body saw him as deliberately load his pack-horse and swing into his own sad dle. Nobody watched him ride out on the blazing gray desert, and ride and ride until he was only a speck in the dancing heat followed by another speck that would have been a pack-horse if your eye was strong enough to see so far. Mingo didn't mind the heat, and his horses were used to it, and expected to Init the trail' about so often, no fto,, t,a,, | ,l.ot son was.
 By and by the sun hung down to- wards the edge of the sky, the heat waves quivered less and less and the white sultriness went out of the air to gives place to apurple haze that softened the rugged outlines of the tumbled buttes. Then Mingo pulled up beside edged with a fretwork of white alkali cystals, and went into camp there. Through the long twilight he cooked his frugal fare, smoked his pipe, and waited as silent and as fixed against the hillside as one of the jum- ble of lava rocks that lltered the land space.
 When the moon blazed up against he east Mingo came to life again. First, the horses were turned loose with long lariat rope dragging from each of their necks. Then the pack, blankets, saddle, and all other belongings were noisted up into pile of rocks and ,ached Then the Indian stripped him. self, and piled his clothes with the rest 1f his outfit. Next he put on light 1 pair of moccasins, threw blanket )ver his bare shoulders, and let it hang 1 town nearly to the ground fastening t about his middle with his heavy ann with a long knife-sheath dangling from it. Then he took his Win ground. Mingo was an Indian, and he 1 lad ideas of his own-logical and cor ect from his point of view, and he was ,oing to make war on Hootza, the chief if all the big, gray wolves; that night.
 He had ridden these hills for many lays, and he read the signs that were f old by the trails as you or l read an pen book so that already he knew where Hootza travelled at night and le knew that darkness made Hootza ,old He knew that Hootzas voice made the rest of the wolf-pack bold, nd brought taste for blood into their hroats. He was going to meet Hootza hat night and bring his head to Gar finer, for he had said he would bring ! quick" Perhaps Hootza would ght. Perhaps, too, there would be no ig rock to climb up on where Hootza ollId not reach him. so he did not want