The times., 1901-06-09

me back was achin' where there'd niyer
been aches before, and the names
: called that man would niver bear re-
[ peatin' in cold blood.
.e ri not stand it, says 1, yellin' like
! a rnadu1au at him. I'll not stand IT,
( shootini or no shootin' And I've had
more thin enough av this foolery'
( Thin Little Jake comprehends that
I I'm clean played out. and. going over 70
! Thunder Burd, where he sits gloatln' IN
/ his blankets. he SAYS. XVere KILN him
| too fast says he. and the show viii be
/ over before ycu git your money worth,
Z I'm thinkin'. Maybe the mighty chief.
! saws he. would ike 10 prOl0ng the per-
: f0rmance.' says he. by givin' 1t to the
? white dog in smaller doses, which IS
= less vicIint,' says he, and more artistic
( and lastin.
| Thunder Burd said he'd like to have
| il last a couple az days II possible,
:, twas that pleasin' TO his mightiness.
SO Little Jake takes of one coil aY
{ the wire and tells me to take it aisy
for a while Just roll your eyes for
rist. Tim and twist your face says he
Twill aise you a Bit says he, for II
that hip isn't here by the mOrnin' twill
be another tryin' day head of you, I'm
thinkin' says he.
well. twas the worst day and night
trat fver I wint thrOUgh.s And III be
bIist if thin haitian Crees weren't sit
tin round before daylight waitin' for
the SicOnd performance av the torture.
Thunder Burd had kept Little Jake
pluggin' his tooth wild Glove oil ivTy tin
minutes av the night, and divil bit av
grub and water could he git out to me
, wild he was watched that close.
Thin as the sun came up over that
land of rock and desOlatiOn l clapped
me eye on a sight that made me heart
fairly sing wild joy Twas the Riders
av the Plains, a dozen and more ay
thin, and / could see the rid jackets
and the yellow facins av thin shinin'
in the mOrnin' sun as they came pranc-
in down the coulee. And / HiVer seen
white man nor rid more taken back thin
me frind Thunder Burd- In two shakes
av a broncO's tail that pathrollin' party
had the whole gang of Crees surround
ed as nate as you please
Twas heart-rindin' the way Little
Jake pleaded wild the corporal av that
pa athrollin' party for the immejit execu-
tion av Thunder BC-Ji I'll his whole
fouowin'. 'TWOuld have moved a heart
av stone. But the corporal said twas
agin all law, and that the most he could
do was to take thin down to the Fort
for examination. Little Jake was the
most broken-h hearted man you iver set
tA - bf. anu larry NGpl VIII Ad6Ss
But il all came out even, I'm think
in. in the ind Whin the p'Iice had Thun-
der Burd and his frinds cOrralled up
and all riddy To escort down the line To
the fort the old chief comes whiutn'
over To Little Jake, and bigs him for
the love av the mornin' star and his
mother. the full moon. 10 give him wan
last toothful av his magic oil
Twas the maxim ov new man av
Jake. He slips into the grub-unt and
dips a piece av his cottonwood in the
maple syrup can, and thin packs il
down tight as you please in the tooth
av the old haitian.
1T took two min TO hold Thunder
Burd for the next couple av hours, and
the yeIin' and squirmin' he wint
through would have done your heart
good.
.. Sure, Tim. says Little Jake that
afternoon. startin' to dig his tiligraph
holes as if nOthin' at all at all had hap
pened. I'm thinkin', Tim. our haitian
frind is biz av snake whin il comes
to wTithin'. But you can beat him.
Tim. tin to want "A j. Strfnger. in
Golfers Weekly"