The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-09-27

AEu ne says 5uoA~o-s anu ne sort or winks al me as if to say, What is the outlook for breafast to-day?'
 Hes so friendly that l can't let him starve and he eats a lot of food, keeps me busy, hustling for him. We had high water once since he has been with constantly and wait on him and. al- be held in this city tomorrow the me and I offered him his freedom. You See it is utica tax to have feed him though I loved him. thought best to let him go if he wanted to. Do you know, that fish wouldn't budge.
 He kept wagging his tail five times. in punches of five wags, and wouldn't wag it three times for anything. I tried to push him out into the stream, but he was too much for me. He was satisfied to stay with me and did not want to go home to mother or any 1 thing like that, and so I've got him on my hands.
 Whats his name? Jonah, for want of a better one. Maybe you can sug- gest one?"
 "Ananias," said the tourist in an ab- stracted sort of way.
 T should hate to call him that" said Hance, because it might hurt his feel ings. I should think 1t would hurt any one to be called Ananias. 'TWould me, know. 'Twould make my gorge rise and give me such 8 parched feeling in my throat that I'd be almost choking.
 Well, it is pretty early in the morn ing, but I don't mind having a drink with you, sir, thank yok."
 Hance has had many hlirbreadth es- capes in his varied experiences in and about the canyon. Wild animals have pursued him and clawed him and bit- ten him and crushed him; Indians have shot at him and tried to tomahawk him, snakes bigger than boa constric- tors have had him in theil coils, he has been lost in the wilds many times and gentle birds have shown him the way
 to safety, and he has tased the bangs of bitter hunger and thirf.
 The closest call he evei had was one day when he fell over tn brink, of the
 canyon while sitting on lis bronco.
 You see, it was thii way" says
 Hance. q had been so busy showing
 the tourists around that M didn't get
 time to feed that broncE, I think he
 resented it a little. Haln't had any
 food for nearly two days and I suppose
 he was some cut up abolt it. Well, l
 was sitting on his back and had par ty of tourists with me-they were all
 horseback, too-and I was right at the
 edge of the canon pointing out some of the beauties of nature. Why, sir, what ! grander, what more mlgniflcent-oh
 yes, was telling you ab9t that horse.
 T was pointing out 2me tufts of
 grass that was growing 50 bright and
 green way down there n the canon, } and proving that things can, and do grow among the rocks. Would you be- } lieye it, that horse of nlne got so in- , terested in looking for tat grass as was pointing it out, that he forgot he } was on the edge of theaetnon, and lost
 his footing, and over he went with me on his back" .' , 3Hs .~- There was pause in he story Fi-
 nally some one venturedto say: ? T see Captain, thatyou escaped . with your life. How about the bron- , co: -f~-~t
 Well that was curious said Hance Greatest kind of luck that Tn here. , That fall was nearly 1,0N feet sheer
 If you go out to the rim of the canon the other side of that point wonder ! you'll see where it took place. About :. half way down you'll notice a gnarly
 tree jutting out of the rock. It has one
 great limb on 1t bent nearly double.
 That's the limb caught hold of and
 bent as we went down. The poor bronco kept on going down, and I never i. saw him again except to give his re- mains a decent burial Pity that his
 sense of hunger got the better of his
 judgment!"
 Hance has a weeping affection of his
 eyes. He uses a handkerchief a goot
 deal, especially with his prize story E Whenever he gets aparty of recognized l. sentimentalists win him he usually 7 brings the subject of conversation
 to the joys and blessings of mar
 ried life. Generally one of the womer l of the party asks: e You have been married, Captain?"
 "Oh, yes," wipine his eyes. I You have lost your wife?" I "Oh, yes," mopoing his eyes some = more. f. es
 l An accident, per1aps?"
 y 'Yes. most sal accident" Hand s kerchief now freely used.
 "Ah, quite recently, presume?''
 Several years afo, but 1t grieves me U yet. It was my fir;t and only accident n while taking any one down the trail - and she was on mule. The mule $ slipped at dange,ous turn and threw E. Mrs. I1ance anl broke her leg 5 Handkerchief now growing very damp
 And you had to carry her all the Il way up that trail and she suffering $ agonies from a broxen leg" "Oh, mo-" says Hance, the handker 5 chief nearly wringilg wet by this time
 i've had to shoot her."
 if Hance has made tnly one serious sliI Q in any one of his stories. He was re. s lating shooting experience. He sait il he started out one day with double
 barreled gun to zee what game ht could find. One f the barrels wa Q loaded with birdslot and the othel e with a cartridge.
 d5' That was the tine, according to hiY V story, when man-klling partners were d found in the canyon. This is the way I IO,N 4111 1.s