The Washington times., 1903-11-08
Ube Cowboys Of the Brtnp Deep 1Bg Nenrp lubte

his guilty conscience was a-workin' on
him, but when I seen he was only laugh
In ! went up la front gain TO the boys
and we had another powwow.
After few shakes bandy-leggcd
cuss comes up 10 where we was stand
ln'-or tryin' to standard ne says TO
Glasseye. Cit up aloft thai and tend TO
that gam ballard that's jammed' Hold
yer blamed shebang stin and I'll tackle
It, says GIasseye, willin' enough. and
with that the bandy-legged cuss gives
him a smash on the ear.
Just bout how long would a self
respectin son of Montana stand that
sort of BUSINESS asked Hindslde, as II
seeking information on some obscure
point.
Bout half a second or less replied
Usage Dick. from the depths OF his
bunk
or less. agreed Hindside- .Mebby
we was a little slow DRAWN cause of
the onusedness of them special pants
holsters. but we done purity fair, con-
siderin'. and even BilIysoa1 couid1
have took rnore'n one good cussin
breath before We had the whole kit and
kiboodle Of I'm covered good Ne. as
foreman. give the orders. While Doluv,
Spiketai and me was holdin' the deep
sea outfit, GIasseye. who was nursin MS
ear most tender, was relcgated as
committee of one TO show them web
footed yaps what good old pack-horse
cinchin' resembled and / must say he
done the job ex9ert.
GIasscye &poked gratified.
When they had been trussed Up IN
front and behind. complete and com
Portable. SOS they could wink ey1iids
without no trouble whatever. ] apDinted
a searchin' posse 10 go through the
bunch for concealed weapons. which
spiketail was the posse. All the good
that come Of it was one measly gun
from the hip pocket Of Billygoat-one Of
them short thirty-threes-and some two
or mebbv three rusted-up toothpieks
from the crew-which was them as
hadn't ben oizened.
wall. the old shebang was a kitin
through the water like a greyhound
after a jackrabbit. and there bein' moth
in better to do, me. as new foreman
of the Eliza TOmplCins. had that bun
dled-up bunch OF tenderfeet packed over
to the up-graoS eide of the wickieup
and let EN- roll .tS@n sudden and pro-
miscuous to the south fence. and. say.
boys''-here HtIdside gre" impressive
the language they talked made EN-
seem to me almost like feller-huInan
bein's. Why. even Doluv Smith
blushed."
What did they say. Hindside2" asked
one grizzled Veteran. with obvious in
terest.
"Yore too young to know. son"
graveiy responded Mr.. Hastings. but II
you'll go outsids for minute I'll tell
the other boys. suggestion that was
got accepted.
while we was enjoyin' ourselves. IN
nocent and peaceful. the capn gifts
breath enough TO holler. Bring her tn
and put her before the wind. or lower
her canvas. or you'll have the sticks
out OF her. yog mudnosed 1obscoused
greenhorns" @e wasn't none too
strong on bring,l Ter 20 and didn't al
together understand tfsem tight. stiff
ropes. so 1 told of frin party. and
we shot away them little blocks of wood
with wheels in EN-. lied to the two
big sails. and down they come a run
min as ele giant as greaser gal maxim
a bow
Then we lined up the roped eontin-
gent. their feet pointin' frontways. and
I addressed the cap'n- I'm Mister Arch
ibald Hastings 1 says. foreman of the
Bar S ranch and likewise present fore
nan Of the Eliza TOmpkins. Who might
~ be?' Let me outer here and I'll