Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1899-11-17
Nevada Kids Little Joke
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Got u job with tho Diamond F"
Outfit on His Merits.

IND ever tell you bout that tender
| y foot that joined the Diamond T"
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 a 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 an our outfit when we was
camped near town; so when we seen
a dudish-looliing fellow with Chris
ty-stiff'' hat and stand-up collar come
a-walling 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:
81 heard in town this morning that
you wanted man, so thought would
come out and get the job"
Rowe looked at his "Christy-stif" 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 a 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 it, but
there amt no cow-punching in Mis-
souri,, in fact that same place is pretty
much of hayseed state and a regular
nesting place for greenhorns and ten
dcrfcet; so when the dude said he
came from Missouri Rowe kind of
looked at him and said:
And what outfit NIGH. you have
worked for down there?"
well, worked for my pap" says he.
Pap Lad nigh on to 90 COWS and had
to G.i&, thea down 10 i,c POND TO WA
ter; pap used to ride the old bay and
l used to ride Molly; sometimes I'd ride
jim, the mule. Ga, I've had quite a lot
of riding, L can tell you. Nav said L
could ride we'll"
THAT SOP" said Rowe. "Well, 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 lie," 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 1
want job"
Look here" said Rowe, ''you want
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 yon top
wages"
Now, this same bronze was a regular
outlaw and man-killer, and there
wasn't puncher in the outfit who
could stay with him, though we had
some bronco-twisters who were no
slouches either; he was a vicious, Bit
ing, striking, whistling, snorting ter
ror, and as for buclsing, 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.
"All right" says he; will you give
me top wages if ride that horse?"
surely" says Rowe, chuckling to
himself.
"And perhaps you wouldn't mind
buying me an outfit, as I'm broker"
said TIE dude.
"I'll do that" says Rowe. 81 guess
sticling-plaster is pretty cheap" whis-
pered he to us boys who was standing
round.
"Ilere, joe" says Rowe. "You go and
help Cadotte catch and saddle up old
Gen. Weyler and bring him round
here"
Some of the boys caught him up and
drove him round to the back of the
mess tent, roped him, threw him, blind
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