The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-05-31
THE SOLDERING UP
! OF YALE BUDDY.
Sudden Ending Of the 2-Cirelc-A
Outfits Week Oft at
Poeatello.


! Pocatello.
1The boys name was Hugh Schuyler
Something -or-other-the fag-end OF HI!
signature belonged to some toppy New
York family; but all Of us working on th'
old 2-Circle-X called him Yale, or Yale
Buddy. or just Bud, according to how much
breath we had to spare said the man from
Idaho 'On the day that he strayed out
to the 2-Circle x and struck the boss-him'
self a Yale alumnus-for work, and got It
the foreman conveyed him over to the
bunkhouse and introduced him to us ir
his best humorous vein.
You fellers' he said to us, don't want
T. be none rude or rough with this yere fra.
gile piece O. work. pushing the new hand
| to the front, because, from tn way him an
tn boss was a-talkin' t'gether, l onder-
stand he's been t. Yale. an they tell me
| that them Yale boys Is sure handled on.
common tender an pampered heap.
And from then on we only knew the new
hand as Yale, or Yale Buddy.
THE humor OF the foreman's introduce
| tory remarks consisted In the fact that the
| new hand, although he hadn't been shaving
more than few years, stood foot 8 in his
moccasns and had a pair of shoulders on
him that forced him to edge his way through
the clubhouse door on the oblique plan
/ never saw a new ranch hand who looked
better able to take care OF himself.
-There wasn't much to teach him, except
roping, throwing, branding and the details
! Of the roundup, for he knew how to sit a
horse like one of Teddy Forsyth's Sixth
Cavalry men. One evening. after the
! finish Of a roundup, when Yale Buddy
had been on the ranch for about fourteen
months, the boes strolled over to the bunk
house, where we were all stretched out
smoking, and passed out money, telling us
that we might as well streak to Pooatello
for week. II we thought we could behave
the old man always sort o. grinned when he
got that IN about our behaving. for he'd
slept in q bunkhouse himself for quite some
! years before he acquired title to the Q
| Circls-X.
1T was thirty-nile jog to Pooatello
! and we saddled up before sunrise the next
morning 30 as to get there by noon and
dodge the afternoon heat. In less than
two hours after We got there Yale Buddy
was trying to jump his cayuse over the
Idaho Gem honkatonk, which was all Of
fourteen feet high and fully AZ wide.
That. OF course, was too much OF jump
for any kind Of horse, and the best that
the cayuse could do was to try, landing
with all four Of his feet against the weather
| boards and then skilfuly dropping back
on his hoofs again, with Bud hanging around
his neck and whooping like Moqui snake
| dancer at an adder-eating fiesta
Then the Yale Buddy. who for a sure
thing had his horse educated UP to whole
lot. would get behind the cayuse and hold
up his watch-'the watch had Yale's initials
studded in diamonds on the case-and have
the cayuse kick at it with his heels and see
| how near he could come to converting II
into junk gold and chip gems.
these cayuse stunts palled on Yale
long before dusk, and so he rode down
to Orph Magoon's red-eye wicIiup to play
with the bear. Orph had a pet cinnamon
bear that stood about Q foot when he rareo
| up on his hind paws. and Yale liked to
| rassle and box with this bear. They
rassled and boxed for the drinks. and after
every fall or round Yale and the cinnamon
nd stroll mp to the bar. arms linked. and
have one-Yale straight hooter Of the
mesquite fluid and the bear a water-buclet
full Of beer. 1t cost 50 to Ali the bears
bucket with beer every time they glided
over to the counter. but Yale and the Gin
namon were always great pals on these trips
and Bud didn't know anything about the
meaning OF money, anyhow, never having
stacked up against the need OF It.
in such calm and soothing employ
ments the Yale Buddy spent all Of the res,
Of the day and all of the night. no that when
| daylight peeked over the sage-brush hill
locks on the next morning he WAS certainly
! quite few coned up Nearly all the
rest Of the outfit had grabbed out three
or four hours slumber after whiting
OF our change at the faro and stud lay
outs, 30 that when the sun got around
the next morning all Of the 2-Circle- X 'ers
were in shape for another day of riot ex-
cept Budd.
Along toward sun-up Bud had started
TO pull down the Pocatello drug store.
board by board, but the slowness Of the
work wearied him; and 30 he had pulled
himself up to the roof of the drug store and
had stretched himself out on the roof for
a nap. We saw him there when We got
out for couple Of stayers and breakfast,
and Luke Murnane, the assistant fore
man OF the outfit, climbed up to the roof
and stretched a poncho over Buddy 80 e
to keep the sun out Of his face.
"A couple of hours after breakfast; when
all OF US except the still slumbering Bud
were beginning to get busy with the boot
cans again, the station operator strolled
into orph Magoon's. where we were an
ohored.
I've got a wire for the Buddy he said
to Luke Murnane.
Buddy replied Luke, is all in an
asleep on yonder mansard.' pointing to
the drug store over the way, an reckon
he amt due Z be jolted awake none vet.
Anythin' that can't wait in this yere mes
sagey ,
telegrapher with grin, and he handed
the telegram over to Luke. who broke
the envelope and read the despatch slowly
and with great care.
'Ombreys,' said Luke, after he had
absorbed the contents Of the telegram,
it sure looks some t me like this yere
present DRINKS got t be laid aside an
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