Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1905-04-05

bounty w1s @1e lor each II the new
towns sum that made our adventure
profitable. built fires on the farther
side Of the sheep, and, as they bright
ened, could see, here and there. the
cleaning eyes Of . volt: In the dark
ness. l was up all night heaping wood
upon tho. fires, while D'ri and my
father skinned the wolves and dressed
the deer. They had jusk finished when
the cock crew. ::.a &c.,
j ''Holler. ye gol-dum little cuss!"
D'ri shouted AZ he went over to him.
Cant no snookin' wolf crack our
ZONES fer US. Peeled 'em-thet's what
We done tew 'em! TUX n knocked 'em
head over heels. Judas Priest! He
can peck a man. finger some, can't
he"
The light was coming and he went
off to the spring for water, while
brought the spider and pots The
great, green-roofed temple of the
woods, that had so lately rung with the
howl of wolves, began to I'LL with far
wandering echoes Of sweet song.
"They was a big cat over there by
the spring las night" said D'ri, as
We all sat down to breakfast. Cracks
bigger N a griddle! Smelt the NUT
ton, mos likely"
Like mutton?" I inquired.
"Yis-sir-ee, they dew" said he.
Kind O mince-pie fer EN- Like deer
meat, tew. Shook eroun' the points
after dark. Ell they, see deer n the
water they wallop i'm quicker n
l!shtnin': jump right in k'slap n TEX
i'm"
We were OF at sunrise. ION a road
that grew rcugher every mile. At noon
We came to a river so swollen as to
make a dangerous ford. After dinner
my father waded in, going hips under
where the water was deep and swift.
Then he cut long pole and took my
mother on his shoulders and entered
the broad stream, steadying himself
with the pole. When she had got
down safe on the other side, he came
back for grandmother and my sisters,
and took them over in. the same way.
D'ri, meanwhile, bound up the feather
beds and carried them on his head,
leaving: the dog and ME to tend the
sheep. All our blankets and clothing
We're carried across in the same man
ner. Then I mounted the cart, with
my rooster, 1ashing the oxen till they
took to the stream. They had tied the
bell-wether to the axle, and, as I
started, men and dog drove the sheep
after me. The oxen wallowed in the
deep water, and our sheep, after some
hesitation, began to swim. The big
cart tioated like RIFT Part of the way,
and We landed with no great difficulty.
Farther on the road betame nothing
better than rude trail, where, fire.
Quently, we had to stop and chop
through heavy logs and roll them away.
On steep hillside the oxen fell, break
ing the tongue, and the cart tipped side
wise and rolled bottom up. My roos-
ter was badly flung about, and began
Growing and Tapping as the basket
settled. When I opened it he flew
out, running for his life, as If finally
resolved to quit us. Fortunately, we
were all walking, and nobody was
hurt. My father and D'ri were busy
half q day "righting up" az they
called it. mendingc the tongue and
cover, and getting the cart on its
wheels and down the steep pitch.
After two days of trail travel we
came out. on: the Chateaugay road,
stopping awhile to bait our sheep and
cattle on the tame grass and tender
briars. 1t. was a great Joy to see the
clear road, with here and there set-
tiers cabin, its yard aglow with the
marigold, the hollyhock and the fra
grant honeysuckle. We got to the tav-
ern at Chateaugay about dusk and pit
up for the night, as becomes a Chris
tian.
Next afternoon, We came to rough
roads again, camping at shutdown along
the shore Of a noisy brook. The dog
began to bark flercely while supper
was making, and scurried of into q
thicket.
D'ri was STOPPING over, cooking the
meat. He rose and listened.
Tibet air dogs a leetle scairt." said
he. Guess We better go n see whut
s the matter"
He took his rifle and I my sword
l never thought of another weapon
making off through the brush. TITO
dog came whining to D'ri and rushing
on, eager for us to follow. We hur-
ried after him, and in a moment Dirt
and the dog, who were ahead Of ma,
halted suddenly.
Its painter said ,D'ri, as came
up. See i'm in tibet air tree-top. III
larrup i'm with or Beeswax, then jes'
like es not he'll mex some music. Bet
ter grab holt O. the dog. It won't dew
fer i'm to git tew r:mbunctious, er the
fust thing he knows he won't hev no
insides in i'm"
could see the big cat clinging
high in the top boughs of a birch and
looking calmly down at us. The tree
top swayed, quiyering, as it held the
great dun beast. My heart was like
to smother me when D'ri raised his
rife and took aim. The dog broke
away at the crack of it. The painter
reeled and spat; then he came crash
ing through the branches, striking
right and left with his fore paws to
save himself. He hit the ground heav.
lily, and the dog was on him. The