The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1903-12-13
-

twistings of his tail, elicit ought from him but con-
temptuous grunt.
them up and down with that big eye of his.
:" He don't think great deal of us" said Jim.
"He appears to me to be saying, Il wish you'd get
off the landscape l never nobody who had my
interests less nj heart so to speak,
He looks to me like anti-proibitionist," said
Billy suppose we offer him barrel of whisky if hen
walk home with us? ! don't know how we're to get
that hunk of meat along unless he'll use his own
feet"
amt been we'll took care Of" offered another man.
Looks as if he'd led lonesome, hobo sort of life
lately. Perhaps we could get at him that way"
SO then, like the great overgrown "kids" that
they were, they elaborated the beauty and
tons of the home ranch And all these things buy
returned that scornful, rolling eye.
mo, mol" said jim. Its use; he don't approve
of us at ALL What's to be done with him."
The answer doomed in sight from the other side of
the crcck-our team, which the punchcr on the little
black horse had thoughtfuIly rounded up.
say! pped up, what's the matter with loading
him into the wagon?
Good eye, kidd cried jim. "Thcre you be- boys;
we'll load him up and take him to Porters till he's
rested
They yelled to the driver to come across. He
came. and upset in the middle, in accordance with
mc-honored usage. We rightcd him. and pulled
alongside bufy, whom we tied in hard knot, and,
with dozen strapping men laying violent hands
him from horns to tail, quarry soon lay in the
wagon-bed Two of the stoutest cow-pones
hitchcd tandem to the pole, by ropes, and with
grand scramble and hustle everybody in the water
pushing and yelling the wagon drawn out Of
Little Shcol creek
Now had my vision true; but, alas, the manner
of it! So the soldier dreams of charging up the
deadly HILL waving his sword, the admiration of his
fellows, and the hero of his country; and when in
cold reality, he sits in ditch full OF water, trying to
swallow government beef and hard-tack, while the
mosquitoes taking the likelihood out of him as fast
as glands can manufacture it he feels that he doesn't
young to hitch his to star, but in sober
prose, there are many who recall what the star
route really in the United States.
There remained only the effect on the people at
home. Some hope held in that.
As we drew near ,; the house, Mr. Porter came out
wagon is strange spectacle.
y Well" said he where's my wood?"
\ That was so-where the wood?
ad.S M Hsn S Sws % %n f he o merely ely
buffalo, I'd like to know what in the
name of the Continental a Congress ,G, you ~o1d
punchers to turn the critter loose and come in and
take bite.
They accepted, and Don and had before us
the prospect of listening adventures knowing to
certainty they would lose nothing in the telling. and
that Mr. Porter would repeat them at intervals for
the next six months umG whole country try would
pantomne two boys clnging madly to wildly
bounding wagon.
Wherever we went, we stood to be complimented
gravey presence Of mind in hurrying the team
out of the wav When the Great Northwest gets q
josh on man. he long of prayer before
him.
Don shut his teeth tight, and said to me, "You got
your buffalo,
Eyes" said "Damn him." And that's the end
of this story.
1t would not entertain you in the least to know all
the tircsome monotonous variations of that theme
we had to listen from every miserable fat-head in the
country
said in my haste that all men were fools, and Don
and SAID it and again in concert, when
buffalo. if YOU will, but I'll warrant that if you had
hung on to the back of wagon, stockng-footed, in
cactus country, with rampng buffalo, mounted by
whole hoong ranch, and then had each circumstance
repeated you many times day during the next