The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-09-12
in TROUBLE AGAIN
@The Kid" Takes a Trip With a
Naturalist and Both Come
to Grief.
An Attempt to Combine Flashlight
Photography and sport-Col.
Wheaton Unpopular.

Some wise guy dunno who, said that IL
here's anything the good Lord don't know it's
What womanlI do. l con mean l., 70 De irres.
,id'Il do next. D-n kid, anyhow.-Philosophy
# Colonel Wheaton.
I found the kid seated on the edge Of
the dam when l went over to look at the
water gage with his bare feet dangling
in the water, and his grimy little hands
filed with pebbles which he was idly
fishing at the foot Of the sluiceway, and
couldn't get at him, tho manifestly wish
full"
Under the real estate that usually orna-
ments the kids countenance when he has
long escaped his mothers hands, was a
something that made it look as if "sick-
lied Ger with the pale cast Of thought"
which betokened him as just having
emerged from one Of the exploits which
have made him famous in this country;
it being the kids wont to think after the
action, and generally think out some
body else to lay the blame on. sat down
beside him and soon managed to get him
started on the tale saw that he was
aching to confide to somebody, which took
about this shape:
"Say' Dyou think my father can lick
old Wheaton? bet he can, an wisht
he would. I've got moren half mind to
ask him to do it, but then'f did, I'd have
to tell MIN why, an l don't want to.
What d. want Wheaton licked for?
Cause he don't know enough to go in the
house when it rains, an he's bughouse
anyhow. That amt no reason, amt 1t?
Well, f'you'd been along, an seen the way
he done up to Tony Dryers rancho camp,
you'd think it was. M you'd been me,
you'd knowed it was. You notice
haven't been round for week? Well,
was up to the rancho with Wheaton,
an a man an his boy he took up there.
II helped the mans boy catch minnies
fore they started, an the man he asked
me If my folks d let me 60, an told
him sure they would special f he'd ask
'em, for my father he always liked to
blige strangers in town that didn't know
nobody, an needed some one that was
onto things to go with 'em when they
went out In the woods an might get
lost. He laughed all over at that, an
said Twas all right, an he was bound
to have me come along, an help Wheaton
take care Of him. Old Wheaton he didn't
like it little bit, for he said one kid
could put curse enough on by his lone
some, 'thout takin' two. But went all
samee.
''This man he didn't care much to fish.
an he wouldn't stand for no rife along at
ALL He only had dinky little Is shotgun,
to get specimens with, he said, an he
wouldn't let one OF US shoot even pat
ridge to eat. But Carroll who runs tho
rancho had lots Of chickens, an ducks,
an we had lots to eat. This man had n
whole photograph gallery along, an he was
takin' pictures of every thing that showed
up. Gee! But he was a Jim dandy at 1t
too.
He took pictures Of everything he seen
in the woods, and old Wheaton took him
out nights, an he got two or three pic
lures Of deer standin' in the water that
was fine. Flash lights pictures they was,
an I'd never seen one took an wanted to
awful bad, but he wouldn't let me go
cause, he said, he didn't know if I'd keep
still like he'd got his own boy SOS he
would.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you I'd hired that
old pump gun they keep at Powerses to
hire out. I sneaked it up wrapped UP in
a blanket I fetched along, an they didn't
know I had it.. It's foolishness to go out
in the woods 'thout a gun. Why you might
meet up with a bear any old time, an then
it'ud be bad medicine to let him get away
cause you didn't know enough to have a
gun along. You bet wouldn't do thing
to one If met him when I had a gun. An
swiped some of my fathers shells with
nine buckshot In each one. an 1 lugged
the gun all over the woods while the other
fellows was. somewhere else, but / didn't
see; thing bigger.n a rabbit. That old
pump, she's a dandy, too. but she's gone
now. How gone? Why old Wheaton, he
made me lose her. But I'll tell you how
that was, If you'll only quit buttin' in.
you see the man he was wild to get a
fashlight at a moose. but old Wheaton
he couldn't put him up against one for
quite, while, till at last he found out
where one fed at night, and they was goin'
after him that very night after he had
him located. wanted to go awful, an
traded with the other kid for his chance,
an finally got it. Old Wheaton he didn't
| want to take me, an said I'd be sure to
raise HI some way, you know how he
| talks, but the man said I might go f I'd
promise to keep still, an never say word
till the picture was took.
We'll we started out after supper, and
| walked bout four miles to lake where
| old Wheaton had carried the mans Peter
| boro in the afternoon. Way down at the
/ end Of this lake was big, Doggy place full
| of big lily pads, an the moose come there
to pull up the lily roots an chaw EN-.
We waited till it got darker'n the inside Of
a cow which warn't long, for 1t was cloud
! ing up for rain, an then We got into the
Peterbora. an started down the lake. I'd
| fetched the old gun along wrapped up in
! the blanket, tellin' EN- I was 'fraid I'd
get cold. but they didn't know had the
gun. What's the sense in lettin' the moose
git away, when you can git him, an his
picture, too?
"Old Wheaton he can paddle canoe
| and not make no more noise than ow
! flynn, an we was down by the Doggy
place in no time. Sure enough. he was
feedin' in there, an we could hear him
/ plain. I'd worked the gun out all right,
an when the man he let go his fashlight,
1 1 upped and let CO. too, right with him.
You bet I'd go THAT moose, too, but just
then old Wheaton he joggled the canoe
an fetched the mans camera right In
the way, an I bowed 1t all to pieces.
/ The man he jumped an the canoe
went over, an the whole shootfn match
was in the water. The mud and water
i wasn't no higher than old wheaton,
! waist an he grabbed me in one hand an
4 the man in t'other, an dragged us ashore.
a Then he slugn me over his knee, an
4 acted Just like he was my own father, an
4 that's why I want my father to lick him.
4 We had to make a fire, an, stay there all
Il night, an it rained. an the MOSQUITOES like
4 to eat our heads off.
= Next mornin' old Wheaton he found
i the canoe, an the paddle. but all there
J. was left of the camera was a few pieces
4 here an there, an the man he had one
4 side of his ace as black as nigger's,
II where the powdered blew into 1t. II old
q Wheaton he hadn't joggled the canoe