The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1905-11-30

Just my luck that it should be nv
week TO pot Wrestle when there's good
hunting right at ones front door!'
Oh. come on some one said.
Didn't kellett's aunt say the rice
ought to be cooked cvcr slow fire?
kellett, get your aunt's letter and read
the directions for cooking that rice
again.
1.-The cook didn't need Il second in
Vltatlon, and they got into their sad
dies, cook and all. and went for the
antelope.
"Now, antelope are not like station
airy washtubs; they move about. And
when that particular outfit arrived at
the spot where those antelope were
last seen they had moved, but the bows
found traces Of them and continued on
their trail. They went in the foothills
and they searched for those anteloDe
all day. They caught up with old man
Halls outfit at dinner time and were
invited to take bite. Coming home
by way Of the Circle Star ranch,
Colonel Semmes asked them in to have
a mint julep-the colonel was a South
CaroInian and he had Just succeeded
IN raising some mint. They had sew
eral-1 fear more than several-drinks
before leaving for home, with never
trace Of antelope nor a thought of the
rice cooking over the slow fire. The
colonel remembered some hard cider
that he had, and topping off on that
they set out. The weather was pretty
warm and on their way home they ex-
perienced some remorse over the hard
cider. Now hard cider is an accumu-
latlve drink; it piles up interest like
debt or unpaid taxes. And by the
time those Englishmen had turned the
little lane leading into their home cor
raj they saw a sight that made their
sombreros rise. AS I have said be-
fore, it was hot, being somewhere in
the month Of August. Gentlemen. T
hardly expect you to believe me when
| say it was showing Oh their house.
and not Oh another blessed thing in
the landscape.
1.-THE blamed thing about it was that
every man took the phenomenon to be
his own private view of snakes. or
their bibulo17s equivalent. manifested
in another and more terrifying form.
"But when they got bit closer the
horror increased. Flying right out of
their windows were perfect drifts of
snow, banks Of it, gentlemen, and the
thermometer up past a hundred. One
Of the men looked about him and no.
tced the pallor on the faces Of the
rest.
do you notice anything strange, old
chap: These cursed American drinksr
Strange" The boy he had spoken
to was about eighteen. nice, red
checked English lad. out with his uncle
learning the cattle business. I've al
ways tried to lead q good life. and here
am a paretic before I've come of
age'
"They halted their horses and held
4 consultation. The boss came to the
conclusion that since they had all
seen it there was nothing to do but
continue the investigation, so he got
down from his horse and walked to-
ward the door Of the house. At his ap-
proach, as if to rebu1e his wanton Gu
riosity, a great blast Of snow blew out
Of the window and got him full in the
face. He howled - the snow was
scalding hot.
"Then thcE remembered the rice"
"Is that all?' demanded the man
who had wanted to talk about rustling
isn't it enough?' said Peter, who
could afford to be nagnanimous. now
that he had accomplished his point.
"When I first heard that story. bout
ten years ago, it ended with the Brit
ishers riding over to the Wolcott ranch
to borrow umbrellas to keep of the
hot rice while they got into the house."
said the man, still sulky.
"That's the way they tell it to tender
feet" And Peter turned on his heel.
The story telling for the evening was
over; the boys got their blankets and
set about making their beds for the
night.