Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1905-05-17
MIKE.
Observation-Disclosures

There were mountains ahead of us,
huge and brown under the MONDAY
RUD; mountains powdered here and
there with snow, reviving in our
memories dreams Of chocolate blanc
mango well sugared, such as had
pleased our pampered appetites even
II those days Of desserts and similar
hesh-pOts, and which now made our
mouths water in soulful recollection.
And those mountains had to be sur
mounted or circumvented, willy
nilly; the ground we had painfully
traversed in these last few weeks
held known dangers, while before us
lay at least uncertainty; travelling
might be worse, but there was the
chance OF it's being better, and
neither of us felt like retracing our
steps through that ingenious imita-
ton (if it was not the real article)
81 Hades, the desert.
That Mike, the mule, agreed with
us, we had not a moments doubt.
He was a Missouri product, and you
3an't say much better Of mule than
that. You would have guessed it,
anyway, by the cynical, "show-me"
Expression of his eye, and his affec-
ton for roll In a mud hole.
ESW9 had grown In these last three
months since we had owned him-or,
to be more accurate, since he had
owned us-to have a deep respect for
him, for he was mule of parts
teeth and heels-and when we dis
pleased him, which happened daily,
we saw both, and sometimes few
stars. But that did not subtract from
our dependence on his knowledge Of
the whereabouts of waterhole, and
wnen he decided to camp for the
blight we learned, after several at
kempts to change his mind, that his
decision of character was to be re-
yAyed. When Blondine, Carr's buck
Gkin pony, departed this life some
Vague, mirage-tortured weeks back,
Mike had literally taken the work Of
two upon his back, and with his
Usual cheerful cynicism, led us safely
across the indefinite, skybound
desert.
Today he wore an air of relaxa-
fion he would loiter over green
spears of gramma grass that had
Round life in few drops of moisture
Uttered from those cool, glistening
Shows, for by now we were we'll in
the foothills. Or he would make
friendly advances to Carr or me, ad-
yances which we met with caution,
for In addition to his other traits,
Mike was a practical joker, his hui
morous moods sometimes resulting in
Misfortune to the object Of his atten-
lions. have occasionally thought
We may have misjudged Mike; per.
haps he was one of those unfortun-
atS6 with affections which, like desert
pears, grow prickly side out, but are
sweet aud wholesome within-though
always do say eating those cactus
pears isn't worth the trouble Of rub
bling off such a pesky lot of stickers.
Anyway, with Mike, the rubbing OF
process held too many fears for us, SO
he went through life a mule misun
derstood, perhaps.
Carr and l noted these signs of a
mind at ease with satisfaction, fol
always the rank and file reflect the
mood of the officer commanding, and
we permitted ourselves the luxury OF
an occasional rest on the shady side
of boulder. You can't be preoccu
pied On a desert; every stay you
take, every halt you make must be
the result of calculation and expert
ence, and though this caution be
comes habitual after time, still it