The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1904-01-30

away an flew for home an mother.
| Well, I wasn't goin' to let him get
away with that, SO / put after him an
nailed him by the scruff of the neck.
AS / logged him back to the wagin
|: I put on q face like Bold Bill, the ter
ror of Bloody Bones an Thunder
Gulch-gritted my teeth, pulled down
| down my eyebrows, an crinkled my
nose up like fightin' dawg.
| When I slid my eye around on him
he just Wilted; his phiz got yaller an
| shrunk four sizes.
|. "Are,you goin' to kill me?" says he.
! ,"Thatlf be the least Of your
/ troubles says I, roarin' like bull;
then | raked my jaw sideways till my
teeth creaked, an threw another
crimp into him.
| He !swallered hard, an shrunk up
more yet; his head Topped over like a
sick hens. =
| TELL my wife-write her." says he
in a voice not louder than a mice 8
squeak.
| l near bust out when L looked at
! him: but enough of a thing is plenty,
| an l see that I'd carried that part of
the joke about far enough, if I. didn t
want him,to drop dead on my hands,
so jams his head down on the bread
| board of the Wagin an reached out for
| a syrup can.
! Now. you darned stingy little cuss,'
1 says, 'I'll give you surup enough
anyhow" an poured about pint on
his head an gaumed it all over with
| q bacon rind. yes, an more'n
enough. too says l., pullin'. out: his
collar an pourin' the rest of the can
| down, his back. -
Then I gave him. a brace of kicks
an cut him, loose.
"Da-day, son." says T., IAN don't
you never shoot at me agin, or you'll
have bad luck"
! Off he lopes for home to wash the
syrup off, not lovin' me like a. brother
any part Of the time.
The boss didn't stand very high after
that. Whenever the boys looked at
| him, they d. see me Pourin' syrup down
his back, an that amt dignified for a
'rintendent.
He an got along by his leavin' me
| StriCkly alone. You see, he'd tum bled
| to the fact that there wasn't anybody
| to; help him out, an he dropped some
! of his little ways. He quit bullyrag.
gin the boys an acted quite decent.
Now I've got to come to the part OF
| the, yarn don't like pretty much. The
play came up like this:
We had bufferler calf in camp thai
was a great pet. Well, Buffy turned
up lost one morning an all the boys
were busy. ]. said I'd take a scout fol
hing after the bteakfus' things was
cleaned up. .t{s -:
IL had an i-dee Mr.. Buff had taker
to the timber, so in l. went, too, fol.
lowin' the line, Of the river for easy
travelin' until I came to little
slough that headed me off.
/ I knew it might be miles around it
and as it wasn't over twenty foo
wide I thought Ia try to cross. II
the middle was a sandbar.
[ picked up pole, took short rur
an jumped for the, bar. I landed or
,it-right up to my middle!
The sand shook like jelly an Ions
waves rolled out away from me
where it looked dry before turned we
and greasy. an I knew I was elected
The quicksands on our river wer,
the worst in the country. [ remem
bered that, now that I was in the mid
die Of one of them.
I want to tell you that I never li1et
bein' smOthered. Even when I was
kid I couldn't stand. the covers owe
my face, an one of the worst fights
/ L ever had was with a Teller tina
ok nH in, INN in Val eli,