The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-12-03
THE PIMIENTA PANCAKES.


week.
On the third day of my compulsory
idieness / erawled out near the grub
wagon and reelined helpless under the
conversational fire of Judson OdOm; the
camp COOK. Jud was a monOlogist by
nature. whom destiny. with customary
laundering. had set in a profession
wherein ne was bereaved for the great
ef portion OF his time of an audience.
therefore ! was mama in the desert
of Jud's obmutescence.
Betimes ! was bestiIred by invalid
iougings for something 10 eat that did
TOY come under the caption of grub"
and then l asked:
Jud, can you make pancakes?
Jud laid down his six-shOoter. with
which lac was preparing to pound am
antelope steak, and stood over me in
what L telt To be q menacing attitude.
say, you,' he said, with cahdid
though not excessive choler. did YOU
mean 10 throw that straight. or was
you trying 10 throw the gan into me?
some or the boys been telling you about
me ana the pancake racket
No, jud, / said sincerely. II meant
I' Ii seems to me ia swap my pony
ana saddle Tor a stack of buttered
Drown pancakes with some first-crop
ppeu~kcttle New Orleans sWeetening
W as there story about pancakes"
Jud was mollifled at once when he
saw that | had not been dealing in al
luslohs. He brought some mysterious
bags and tin boxes from the grub
wagon and set them in the shade of the
hackbery where I lay reclined. I
watched him as he began 10 arrange
them leisurely and unite their many
strings.
NO, not a story" said Jud. as he
worked. but just the logical diScIo-
sures Ia the case of me and that pink
eyed snoozer from Mired Mule, Canada.
and Miss Willella Learight. don't
mind telling you.
4 was punching them for old Bill
rooney on the San Miguel. One day
gers all ensnared up in aspirations for
TO eat some canned grub that hasn't
ever mooed or baaed or grunted or been
I'M peck measures. So ! gets on my
prone and pushes the wind for Uncle
hmsley Teifair's store at the Pimienta
crossing on the Nueces.
About 3 in the afternoon I walked
INTO Uncle Emsley's store. got up on
me counter and told Uncle Emsley that
me signs pointed To the devastation OF
me Icuit crop Of the world. In a min
ute had a bag of crackers and a long
handled spoon, with an open can each
or apricots and pineapples and cherries
aid green cages beside of me, with IN
Gle EmSley busy chOpping away with
the Ratchet at the yellow clings. was
feeling like Adam before the apple
stampede, and was digging my spurs
INTO the side OF the counter and work
ing with my twenty spoon
when l happened 10 look out of the
window into the yard of Uncle Ems
leys house. which was next to the
store.
..'Tboro mo-. O., min, 49, - a. a.,
imported girl with fiXings on-philan-
derins with a croquet maui and anus
ing herself by watching my style OF
encouraging the fruit canning industry. |
/ slid of the counter aud delivered |
up my shovel to Uncle Emsley.
That's my niece says he: Miss
Nillella Learight, down from Palestine !
ON a visit. Do You want that I should |
make you acquainted?'
The Holy Land / saws 10 uovseIf 1
my thoughts milling some as tried to |
run EN- into the corral WHY not2
mere was sure angels in Pales- Why
YES, Uncle Emsley.' | says out loud /
I'd be awful edited to meet Miss Lea-
right
SO Uncle Emsley took me out i'm the |
yard and gave Us each others entitIe- |
meuts.
Il never was shy about women. 7 !
never could understand why some men
WHO can break a mustang before break
last and shave in the dark, get all left
handed and tull of perspiratiOn and ex-
cuses when they see q holt of calico
oraped around what belongs i'm il. IN
side OF eight minutes me and Miss VII
leila was agSrdvating The croquet balls
around as amiable as second cousins /
she gave me dig about the quantity
pI canned fruit l had eaten. and I COT
back at her nat-fOOted, about how a
certain lady named Eve started the
lrult trouble in the first free-grass mas
iure-'Over in Palestine, wasn't ito
says j, as easy and pat as ropinS one
year-old.
That was how / acquired cordially
Tor the pTOXimities OF Miss VViUaTa
iearlght; and the disposition grew
ger as the time passed. She was
stopping at Plmienta Crossing for her
health, which was very good, and for.
he climate, which was 40 per cent bot-
Ter than Palestine. / rode over to see
her once a week for q while, and then ;
inquired II OUT that if I doubled the |
y uhner OF trips ! would see her twice
ls often. J
one week I slinped IN q third trip, {
ma mat where the pancakes and the !
..hh-eyeG sAoozer busted into the
THAT evening, while 7 sat on tba ! !
,ounter with a peach and two damsons 5
i my mouth, [ asked Uncle FmsIev / [
how M.ss Winella was. !
why. says Uncle Emsley she's s
gone riding with jackson Bird. tbe !
,,, nee from over at Mired Mule s
L swallowed the peach seed and two
,ilAaon seeds. guess somebody held O.
ne counter by the bride while I cot d
~, ana then I walked out straight =
'hedu III ] butted against the nesouite :
mere my roam was tied.
9ne gone Uidin,' I whispers in nv
'.'"e ear with Birthstone Jack. the
lfed mule from Sheepman's Canada =
ia you set that. old Leather-and-G9I- /
al. ~ nat bronc Of mine wept, in his way. Il
ne Oeen raised "a COW pony ana he
ildn't care for snoozers. 3
1 Went back and said 10 Uncle Ems n
~ Dld you say sheepman? a
sdlq a sheepman,' SAYS Uncle L
sam You must have heard tell az a
.ackson Bird. Hes got eight sections J
u srazing and four thousand head of Z,
.. InesI CotsWolds south Of the Arctic is
1 Went out and sat on the ground IN y
he shadow of the store and leaned If
salhsJ a prickly pear. a
never had believed IN harmirg
heepmen. You wouldn't go To WORT, "
iow aud impair and disdgure snoozers =
.ouid you that eat on tables and wear Ii
ltte shoes and speak to YOU ON sinh q
ects' mad always let 'em pass inst n
; You would iackrabbit. with a no. h
ne word and a guess about the weafb- "
u, Dut no stopping TO swap cOnteens | u
never thought it was worth willis - -
q hostile TO a snoOzer. And hacs,,s9 q
oeen lenient and let 'em live her n
as one going around riding with Miss -
Fillella Learight -''Ss u
An hour by the sun they come Ion- "
- back and stopped at Uncle En-