North Park union., 1901-06-07
FRIDAY. JUNE 2. 1901.
xD,roR1AL CORRESPONDENTS.

xDIrORIAL oORRKsPONDENCE.
WE ARE AS mad ss . wet hen this
morning. After ride over the sey.
enty miles Of good, bad and indifer-
ent roads from Walden to Laramie,
following Immediately after a very
short nights sleep. we were anxious
and determined to have q sleep to
make up for lost time. So in one Of
Johnson's clean beds in . bright new
room in his popular hotel, We retired
at ten, and slumber held US III silent
embrace until the busy hum Of Lara
mie City lfe-ws half suspect it was
tho vigorous putting Of that gasoline
engine getting out the morning edi-
tion OF the Boomerang-waked us.
Well, it's daylight; but we'll stay
in bed until 1880 for pure revenge; so
We try to snooze q while longer, and
somehow the hours drag. It's late
enough anyway, SO up VIC get, dress,
and run down stairs, look at the clock
rs it's JUST 6:lO-a whole hour and
half thrown away. Well, it would
bc childish TO go back to bed, and we
st,oll out ON the street. Dave Hen
erickson is just passing, with the
stage for Walden, two passengers
and wagon full Of mail and goods
for the Park.
The morning is cool, and We stroll
back and forth trying to kill time I'M.
til We feel like eating breakfast. We
never were fond Of curbstone philoso-
ply, nor argument on street corners;
but here comes fellow who evidently
wants to talk to US. All right-won-
der what he has to sayY He is Of
slender build and doubtful age, with
kind Of uncertainty in his eye. He
looks like he had slept In hay NOW.
His face Is unwashed, and his gait is
that OF hungry man, possibly a
drunk man Of yesterday, though he
doesn't look like a debauchee Of last
night His hair is cut short, expos
ing big scar back of one ear.
With a good deal Of assurance and
a well-marked foreign dialect he
opened the argument thus!y: "How
are the sheep ranchesf" lie evident.
ly takes us for sheepman. We feel
like turning with contempt on his in
science, but We remember our old
slouch hat, well worn suit, and bu-
collie looking whiskers, and really
think the fellow is not 80 much to
blame after all. So we politely an.
swer him that, ave don't know, not
being in the sheep business" that We
don't even reside In Wyoming, but
live over in Colorado across the Med.
icine Bow range, where oil the men
are heroes and cattle kings, and the
women are angels; where newspapers
of more than local regulations are
natural products Of the soil, and that
WE, proprietor of one Of those
papers, can scarcely restrain our in
dignation at being mistaken for q
sheep herd. But all Of this falls on
deaf cars, and with characteristic per-
tinacity he turns on us with, "You
be cattle man2" His innocent lmpu-
dence Is amusing. He then tells rs
that for thirteen years he had worked
in the stock yards at Cheyenne-tbst
be had . job on ranch all winter,
that be had como to town-Laramie
"a few days ago with all his winter
earnings, aud that he had "got
busted"-the same old story. We
ware 70 nearly in the same fx-hut
from different reasons-that all We
could do Was TO sympathize, commits
esats and condemn. He SAID be
could send home to his father for
inoney, bat II would cost him $500
y tsaegzaph for It, and be did not