The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-10-28

his head an the horns of him out of
sight in standin' one wild him film
his thavin' carcase, not KNOWN or
carin' for any wan. See / under me
breath TO Charley:
Hold stilI wild the slid. There's a
boock deer in the corn. I'll Grape up
and collar the haste. Whin yez hear a
call run to me wild the knife
BY the powers of mind. but that's
just what / did. being just come new
into the country an that foolish to
judge the strength and naehOor of a
bOOck deer by the desaVin' dilicate
looks Of him. From shock 10 shock I
slipped along aisy and careful lest
should disturb him. Not wan time did
he raise his head from his raypast
1t was the fine perfect slip-up 1 made
as l got close TO make a jump for him,
which I did, for / nailed him close be-
hind his front legs wild me arms
locked about his ehist and mesilf start
in TO wrestle wild him an throw him
down. A surprise it was to that boOck,
and, by the. same token, a surprise
came 10 mesilf simultaneous. Hivens
and earth! I'd me two arms fastened
round an earthquake wild VesOoYyus
right inside. Upwards and outward,
sindin' the fodder flynn, the boock
sprung into the air and come down to
the solid ground wild a bump that
Jared a tin days headache into me.
It's let him go I would thin an there
only me sinses was knocked out me an
the OoOck niver gave me the time. My
hollis hid. l was a strong lad in thin
days. and about twinty times he wint
up into the air. him tryin' his best to
fly an me trying to kape the explosion
close TO the soil. He was better at try
in for a bird than was mesilf for a
turtle. an il was wan time l wished
me boots and socks off me feet wild me
toenails snapped to a badger haste
for his claws.
o d o
Mixed up with the jumpin' an niver
stOppin' thin wan second be began
turnin' the head of him round and but
tin into me wild his prongs. I heard
me clothes tearin' and felt the liDDin'
of me- finder hide. At wanst 1 let go
me hollis and made blind grab for the
head of him. The luck of the fool was
mine, for / got me hands fastened TO
the horns of him. Thinks 1 to mesilf.
'Ye bloody haste, I have yeZ now. I'll
twist the head of the slim neck Of
yez' That head was desavin' in the
dilicate look of il like all the rist Of
him. A stout laddie book was wild a
great grip 10 me two hands, but niver
wan inch could / bulge the neck Of
him. For wan flynn second the both
Of US stood rock stin strainin' feminist
aitch other. In that wan second me
sinse an me brath come to me. It's
yell good, did, for Charley.
Come wild that knife. an hurry up
yersilf SEE ].
"At wanst me an the boock traded
sides an thin kept up the trading. The
hundred and sivinty-flve- pound tassel
of Old Ireland fast TO wan ind of him
hilt him down from tryin' to fly, but
the turnin' round movements was con-
tinyus. Presently heard a voice from
hiven. sayin'. Take the knife. Mick.
and fob him. Twas the bye Charley.
From the corner Of wan eve l looked
for him, but so fast was the turnin'
round and round I saw sivintane Char
leys rachin' out sivintane knives in
sivintane directions. / let go wan hand
an felt out for wan OF thin. Wanst
more the luck was wild me an me fin
gers come down on the handle of 1t.
Saints be, twas the. beginning of the
ind. 1 let the inimy have the boocher
knife at wanst somewhere in the sides
Of him and siveral times followin'. The
book began to waken an the tradin'
Of sides became less frayquent. Wild
a last twist an blate like a billy goat
the boOck tumbled all over himself
and come down dead as Julius Sa7zer,
me still holdin' wild one hand an jab-
bin the knife into him wild the other.
"Whin I was to my fate once more
an the world. wild the trees an the
corn an the bye Charley. quit the dan
Gin round an round about me. I TUX
a good LUX at mesilf 'Twould shame
the eyes Of amy modest man. None Of
me clothes was lift to me but me boots
an the wristbands to me shirt. A
blanket it was Charley brung to me
an I wint to me bed whilst the vim
min made me new clothes.
''Niver since that day have I put me
hands on a book deer before the life
was out OF him. It's not for a man
to fool wild a haste like that more
than wan time and not get the worst
of it. Repate all the wise doin's of
yerself whin ye can. but don't We repate
the fool vans. But ii was the foine
time we had in thin times wild our
selves.'h