The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-12-10

Sition; but. anyhow. he was the funni-
est, smartest brute ever see, and We
thought a slew of him.
Clean was no name for his personal
appearance. Every Sunday the Doctor
took a scrub brush and piggy down TO
the creek and combined 'em with the
kind assistance of a cake OF soap. Then
FoNey Just Shone white as ivory, and
ned trot around in front of us, grunt-
I'M 10 attract our attention, till every
body said. What a beautiful, clean pig
amt he just right?" Then he'd grunt
his thanks to the company and retire
behind the shack for nap. We used
to fairly kill ourselves laughing at that
daTned pig. He had the most wheedlin'
squeaL SO soft aud pleading; and he'd
look up at you with them skim milk
eyes OF his so pitiful when he wanted
a chunk OF sugar, that you couldn't re-
fuse him.
And knowing! Honest, he knew
more'n some men. One day old Wind
River was tellin' some things (that
might have happened 10 him} in his
usual way, bein' most careful 10 get
The dates al dead right you know
now. was his name Pete. after all?
comes to my mind il was Willyam-
Willyam Perkins-Well-But, anyhow.
him and me, We saw that Injun," and
50 forth. This was a Sunday, and the
gang OF US sittin' in a circle, fixing
feathers and one thing and another and
misstatin' history faster than a horse
could trot, with FoXey Bill in the mid
die, cooking his head from one speaker
TO another, takin' il ell in.
At last Wind River wound up the
-flFr.IU' rFr1fTFlHFr COLLECT
of facts he'd favored us with for some
lime. Up gets FOXey with a Shrek
and gallops around the house. Any
man with the rudiments Sf intelligence
would know he was hoiltring. ''Weu.
that's just too much for me; tara
rum
Wind River looked scarf. Say" says
he. say. Tibet haWg knows I'm err
iyln' JeS' 'es wells ! do After that
old Windy used TO talk to the pig as
though they'd been raised together.
FoGey Bill made one misCalculation
lie thought he was a small pet, ike a
cat This don't jibe with the 500 pounds
of meat he toted. And. like Il cat. one
Of his principal amusements was 10
have his back scratched. If you didn't
pay attention to him when he squealed
so pretty for you TO please curry him
with a board, he'd hump up his back
like a cat, and rub against your legs.
You instantly landed on your scalp
lock and waved the aforesaid legs III
the air OF course, when the other fel-
lerS saw this comm, they didn't feel
lJ restin' on their consCicnces to call
your attention 20 tin fact we some
times busted one another taIkin' 10 give
FOXcy fair field. So FoXey had
things his own way around the dig
gins for some time.
Then comes boW-legged Hastings,
our boss. with a ram tied hard and fast
ia the bottom OF the wagon. He cx-
plains 10 us that the ram is valuable,
but that lie butted merry Halifax out
of everything down TO home, aud ne
don't want 10 shut him up. so will we
please take care of him? And VIE said
No-Wanltchee heap-We guessed not
never.
Then Hastings got mad and talked 10
Us, nyln his hands. such a disObligin',
stubborn. sour outfit ne never saw, he
said. What was the use of his bein'
boss. when we JUST laid awake nights
thmkin' up disagTeeable thing TO do to
himt Was there ever "a time that he'd
ask us 10 do this or that, that every
man in reach didn't rear up and jtknp
down his throat? He said he'd rather
he a Niger rooster on a condemned
government steamboat than bear the
little OF boss of such q rag-chewin'.
hide-bound set of mules; kick, kick,
kich-nothin but kick and life vast
worth liVin'.
SO then he went behind the shack
and pouted. Well we liked Hastings.
ana THIS made us feel bad-that's the
way he worked US
The ngsfo~ ~ fr.f-q No.
sorts IN his happiest manner and took
ii around in a cheerful voice. No
Didn't want food. Heart was broke
So then we all went and apologized and
agreed 10 Keep the ram. Then Hast
lngS recovered and we had that cussed
sheep on our hands and feet and all
over US.
Well. II was like the devil enterin' a
happy home. AS for Foxey. he inst
took one long look at the brute. curtin
and uncuriin' his little tail. then
Hungh.' says he and blinked his eyes
shut, walkin' away from there. I've
seen times when I'd liked 10 been able
20 use the English Of that erunt tn
thoroughly aequaint some gentleman of
how little i thought Of him. but I amt
got the gift OF speech. Il was an awful
caIi-down-bUt the sheep he didn't caro
II there Yves such "A thing as a foolish
Shceny, that's what "A sheen would re-
mind me Of.
But the rest of Us run into practical
and applied trouble IN frs varfous
branches There's one night the noe
Tor starts for the cabin with a mess of
hapjacks in his hands, and the sheen
comes up and pushes him in the pistol
pocket so that the doctor soes sailing
into the drink with a stack of brown
checks hoverin' all around him.