Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1901-02-28
/ HOW OLD NAN HA|NES ].
LOST PATIENCE.
Observation-Disclosures

| The red gentleman with the feathers
| in his hat and the telegraph wire
bracelets became too importunate in
his demands for cigarettes, and as he
had been detected in the act of appro
priating a wooden handled skinning
knife, valued $1.50, five minutes be-
fore the post trader walked around the
counter and kicked him energetically
out of the store and half way around
the hay corral. 1t spoke volumes for
the post traders activity that he was
able to do this, for it is no easy matter
to keep within kicking range of prop
erly scared Crow Indian for the dis
tance that he covered, to say nothing
of performing the act itself. There
fore the post trader was breathless
when he returned and had to lie on the
counter with his head on a bolt of pink
striped calico to recover himself. The
old bullwhacller, who had been watch
ing the race from his seat on a nail
keg, with a grin on his wrinkled ma
hogany visage, complimented the ad-
vance agent of commerce on his
achievement
81 wuz suthen of Il foot racer myself
when l wuz younger an limberer than
what am noW," he said, ''but dunno
that / ever seen the time that | could
have done better than that. I'm re-
gardin it purely as a physical feat.
however. I'm not sayin that you
showed strillin amount of Judgment.
Breechclout has got you knotted up
with green rawhide an the squaws are
fixing the fire fer the grand barbecue,
mebbe you will regret your pernishus
activity an cuss the day that you hum
bled the proud spirit of the noble In
jun warrior. Is this shebang insured?'
You was never introduced to me-"
rejoined the post trader i've got
half inch of callous on the soles of my
feet, an l come into this country from
+Ae~headwaters of Bitter creek along
of ]. ". Hancher an Ed Phernetton an
the rest of them desperadoes. I've got
relatives by marriage among the Crows
and Ogallalas, an I've drunk more al
kali water an eat more dog an buffalo
berry than any white man this side of
the big Mizzoura. l didn't bring my
outfit i'll here in the spring of 100. What
did you expect me to do = give that
greasy, tin tagged coyote my stock of
cigarettes to keep him good tempered?'
"An if you had you wouldn't have
forfuted his friendship" returned the
old bullwhacker. GAS it is I've got an
idee his heart is bad, an he won't come
an see you no more. An Injun has got
his feelin's the same as a white man
has, an l reckon you would git hostile
if any hombre booted you from blazes
to breakfast because you asst him fer
the means of soothin your nerves. You
injered that Crow in a sensitive spot.
Ike"
81 done my best to-" said the post
trader.
''He may belong to the Badface band
an have hair in his tepee," continued
the old bullwhacker in the same grave
tone of reproof, "but at the same time
he's human, an as human it's your
play to extend the right hand of feller-
ship to him instid of the sole of your
number nine. Hain't they got no Sun
day school liberties out ON Bitter
creek? Haint you never read about
the settler who found a poor, starin
redskin out in the snow plum exhaust
ed an took him inter his shack an fed
him up whole lot an warmed him an
then turned him loose with grub
stake, an when the Two Kettle outfit
eXhoomed the tomahawk an raised
merry Cain scalpin an burnin through
the paleface settlements an the good
hearted granger was raked in the In
jun that he had saved sashays in an
rescoos him from turr'ble death?"
"I'ye read them stories," said the
post trader.
''But you don't believe 'em," said the
old bullwhacker. "You amt sanguine
concernin the good that there is in your
feller man. If you git bad deal. you
decline to chip in an lay down your
hand instid of callin fer cards an draw
in to the ace"
II don't draw to no two spot in the
nope of completin ffush."
'Well, my the'ry is that there ain't
no galoot so low down but if you treat
him with kindness an keep him close
herded he will show the good that's in
him. Did | ever tell you about old
man Haines an Gus Minnick? Well,
it goes to prove what l wuz a-sayin.
Old man Haines lived out on Blue
creek apiece above where it empties
into the Platte, opposite the mouth of
Ash Hollow, where Harney cleaned up
the Sioux. He wuz jest about the most
benev'lent old duck that ever ripped
up tough sod with a balky team Of
bulls. Long sufferin wuzn't no name