The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-01-18

UP their tonsiIs and done the best they
/ could with breakfast and were stand
ing around the station, letting the In
dian summer sun trickle on them. when
Overland No. 3 was due. Jim and
! We're standing talking with the station
agent when she rumbled in.
The train was made up mostly OF
/ Pullman palace cars and tourist sleep
ers. but it was cut in two in the middle
! by day coach smoker. 1t was out of
this day smoker that our pink boy
came. We heard him yip-yappiRg for
fun minute before he reached the door
Before he did appear at the door of the
car the conductor stepped down and
said seriously to Jim and me and the
station agent:
You want to look out for that
damned ombrey of a cowpuncher that's
gettin' off here-that's him a-roaring
in there now. He's from some Wyo-
ming outfit back near Rawlins, and
I he's sure been making war medicine
ever since he climbed aboard Shot
half the windows out Of that smoker
( before he'd been riding half an hour.
Better have the boys stow him away
I somewhere TO rest up.
The bloOd-curdling yelling had been
going on in the day smoker all the
! time the conductor was talking to us.
I but Jim and l had no idea yet who
was making the noise We expected
to see some son Sof a gun from Snake
river lurch out of the car onto the
platform.
You could have come pretty near
buying both Jim and me for a nickel's
worth of borax in a busted bag when
the yeller appeared at the car door
He was our tow-head from Chicago
HE had on fringed leather chaps,
blue flannel shirt. knotted blue polka
: dot neckerchief, big white denied SOM
/ hrarn fr-id halt
two guns-same makeup as any of the
hands standing around.
His face was bronzed-he got the
heavy coat of tan on purpose by sail
| ing a boat around Lake Michigan. The
rat-tailed blondy mustache was gone.
His talloWy hair was tOusled around
his forehead. He looked taller and
huskier than he ever had TO US with his
/ spike tailed coat on. Underneath the
sleeves of his shirt anybody could see
that he had a pair OF arms on him-he
was gym trained.
He was carrying in his right hand
/ black glazed bag, such as cowpunch-
ers used to affect on their travels.
When he got to the car door, still howl
ing like a Navajo full of mescal, he
threw his glazed bag with all his
might into the crowd of hands stand
ing around. The bag struck Lafe~Mur-
dock one of our men, in the chest, and
]
| picked up the bag and grinned-
| 'Yee-owl' yelled this apparition-it
was an apparition TO Jim and me. YOU
can bet-as he stumbled down the steps
OF the car 'Yee-ow. Gimme a PATH
I'm plumb full O. loco-weed and I'm
a-swervin'l Yee-owr
s"Jim and me? Well, we both felt
twenty-seven pounds lighter than the
forequarters of prairie dog, that's
all.
"fGimme that grip. We son of
! skunk hawled our pink boy. lurching
up to our man Lafe-and III just men
1 ton to you that Lafe was a whole lot
with the words he knocked Lafe's hat
off. LATE picked the hat up and
/ laughed
You sure have strayed a long
| piece from the reservation, haven't
you. ombrey?' said I.afe. good natured-
| ly, to our bowling tallow- head.
'Yee-Owl' bawled the youngster
/ from Chicago who was going to be our
guest TIL iron what branded me was
het in tn Goals o. hell! Yee-owl'
! g You LOSE said l to Jim.
That's right. said Jim. ruefully.
/ The hands, standing around and
watching the pink boy. looked amused
1 they said to each other. We'll, all o.
them Wyoming boys is Injuns right.
! He looks like an albright boy, at that,
when the juice amt alvin in him.
"sIm a sassy huzzy from Hell-f'r-
Sartain Crick. an tn roper that gifts
a loop over me has got L wear more
horns than hairsv howled our pink boy
| from Chicago, and then he started to
kick his glazed bag to the hotel across
the street.
"Lafe Murdoch, our mantle most
| dangerous man, as ] say. that we had
when the situation got what you might
call right close-stooped TO pick the
grip up an carry it for the new ar
rival.
Might spoil y'r gear, matey,' kind
ly remarked Lafe, in picking the
grin up.
fsBang! went one of the tow-head's
guns, and the ball hit the valise only
about four inches from where LATE had
hold of the handle.
Lego o. that, We spawned coy
ote.' bawled our sOn-of-a "a millionaire
! friend from Chicago. This is my game
o feetbalIi' And when LATE dropped
the bag. grinning. the young man from
the shore of Lake Michigan finished
kicking the grip across the dusty road
and across the board sidewalk and
/ right through the open door of the FL
dorado hotel.
Take care O. that, We white-livered
woodchuck,' he shouted TO old man
Lar klns, the proprietor OF the Eldorado.
who was standing behind the hotel
desk. apd he gave the glazed bag a
1nal kick that sent it crashing against
| the desk.
"Old man Larkin beamed approving
/ " on the pink boy, and he came around
/ from behind the desk and picked UP
the grip. Then ne turned to Lafe and
some of the other hands. who had
/ strolled over from the station just to
See what the new cowpuncher in town
was going to do and remarked:
! Looks like a right peart ki-yoodle
of a boy wen. he amt got none o. that
mis- able Wyoming alfalfa juice under
/ his belt. hey, boyst And the hands ali
agreed with old man Larkins that the
/ newcomer looked like he was consider
able on the right side.
( Yee-ow. I'm a son of a night
herdin' grave robber, an I on'y work
Wen it's black dark. gol durn my
! Happy ears' sung out the towhead
from Chicago, after he'd seen his glazed
! bag duly deposited behind the hotel
desk by benign old Larkins Come on
! ye pasty-faced pill-swizzlers. an Wen
/ gulp somethin' raw an burniny
From a canvas bag tucked under
meath his flannel shirt he pulled out a
wad of yellow bills pretty nigh as big
as a small Blackfoot papoose.
'Nothin' but pizen liquid flame is
a-goin' L make any kind OF hit with
4 took the zigzag route for it and led
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