The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-31
.GOBBLERS GODBLED.
Col. Wheaton Tells How He and His,
Friends Wee Caught Stealing
Turkeys.
Keg That Strangers Buried by the
Roadside Incites Loggers
to Foolishness.

Honsstys the best policy ey'ry time less
you got chance to sWipe a big Doodle, y.
kin hire gh-reller lawyers to lie you OF
YOU won't git ketched. But fer common
scrubs like men you, its q winner nine
times outer ten, you bet yuor neck. -Philoso-
ply Of Colonel Wheaton.
Dan Gunn,, Will Powers, and the colonel
had been up to Gum lake. where Dan, has a
shooting box, but for lack Of time, ! had to
remain behind. For which enforced absence
from very pleasant trip, and the depression
of spirit under which. vas laboring in con-
sequence the colonel was lendeayoring to con-
Whats the use Of feelin, like you'd been
pulled thru sick Frenchman bout it, quoth
the good colonel; 'sWy don't you brace up m
jest waitin' fer you n Louie orge to ketch
'enl, n git glad again thinkin' how you're
goin te az y3, It this fall after the logs auts
m Whiskers, n Louie did time we stole the
turkeys, n got ketched at it. D ever tell
you bout that? Didn't eh! Well mus have
vile L think !boutsit. ss5s s. ,1 seit t-s n
"Lemme see It vase back yander, / dis
remember the year. but was: up on the
Menominee that winter, workin' fer old Jesse.
You mind him? Thought you did Biggest
old pine thief ever KEEP. out OF the pen, an
that s.. sayin' a whole lot too. Well was
tendin' landin' that winter. and Louie, he
was drivin's sled. He was Frenchman, n
t'other Trenches in camp called him Jabble
Mare, that means Black Devil in French, you
KIN ow. u But men him always got along all
Niger a n bad meds Gins Is FOOL win when he
was cranky bout anything. Whiskers, I
dunno what his name was, but no matter fer
I that. Lurnberjacks them time didn't keer
much waht mans name was, an ginerally
called him pardner, cor any old thing come
This whiskers was a road monkey, n a
good fellow, but greenern grass, err he never
went road monkeyin.' No good man ever
I'LL, les he Is green. Well we three kinder
SOS to go in together, bout ev'ry night: Now
it happened Christmas Eve Louie he fetched
in the last load an was late bout it, n
Whtskers he come down to the landin' with
him to help unload. But it was plumb moon
FER camp. The road was straight as a die
fer more'n mile, n when we come in
road. somethin fetched loose bout the har-
ness, n Louie he stopped the team, n got
down to fix it. Il =.
with driyin' team come out on the sled
road from the tote road. stop. n take some
thin outer their sled, hide it mighty careful
Under the noK then drive d On 70 camp
us neither. So we let EN- pike along, m
when we got up where they was when we
sat ten eW gallon dSs Ratg s auR I's some kind q
liquor.
Maybe we wasn't In luck; :ner nothin'.
then: We put right out fer camp n when
we got there we found ian. old, thief Of an
Injun trader who had d post near US. n had
night at camp, settin' on the deacon seat.
He was maxim good Teller of himself with
cigars that'd knock skunk out at forty rod,
m after supper he give all of us what he
called Christmas drink of Iniun whiskey
thst'd eat the bottom on'n a brass kittle.
An that put me-, n Whiskers, n Louie
wise that what he hid was good stuff. But we
didn't say nothin but Just went to bed when
the rest did, which wasn't till late, bein'
EOhr ;aarEas E5e, an I'VE not skbin' to work next
day, old Jesse bein. pious .thataway, tho It
dinner. te%t at&3s. =. .y3Sg So w -