Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-07-19
..i.I!'..asee2d Moss IieIlj
By KENNETH HARRIS


By KENNETH HARRIS.
too, was soncets a tend er 81 t, !,
said sMilkWeed Moses, SO Eating b fore
ne Dutch oven and heaping f.w
-resh Goals on the lid. :. The ca To- IS Is
an inch and a half tnlck on my soles
now. sS 3s
remember that full an compile se, =
ne went on, seeing that he had the at
tention Of his auditors. Il was wax
ing along the Janeway trai tryin' 10
make the White river crs ssin',. an
headed fer the Mess Box butte, un-
KNOWN in my tendrfoot simplicity.
MY cayuse had up an died on me & d
miles the other side O. Porcupine, an
1 wus hooin' it In high heeled punch
er boots that had my heels skun !
plenty
"Fin'lyI heard suthin' goin,ep.ttity-
pat, pittity-pat behind me. turne1
around an seen a Teller ridin' a.o1g
1.-The trail at a pretty liyesy cir. He
ketched up with me jes: as / g, t to a
scoulee where there was little buneh
o'jack pines
,Hello!' he says 'Travelin', or jest
goin somewheres?' ..s b
81 told him where wus bond eer
an he LATED. Keep right on he say 4
you'll hit some pace IT,. II o i.
strike White river. Where are you
from?
buchanan, Mizzoura,' / says.
What's your name?' he asks.
Nose Pinckney,' says. l5:
Why, sufferin' snakes! he srys.
You must be old man Pinckney's boy
-old man P4nckney Of Buchanan.
Well, shake!' s
You know my pap, them j saws.
Know him!' he says. I know him
better'n' 81 q
He broke of an looked at the DIM
horryzon, shadin' his eyes with his
hand. Seemed to me l cd see a litt.e
dust right on the aidge CT it, to-.
He wus the best friend eve-
had, says the Teller, sort o. hurr:e j,
an hoppin' OF hiss horse. See he-e.
You're tired. Take thisyer horse an.
light out straight along the trail your
best licks
But" says. 8.
Amt no "but" about it, he says.
frownin'. Don't tell you you're TIE
son Of my best friend? 1 owe your
dear, kind pap heap morn one
NANCY, fea-bitten roam. You're vel
come to him as the flowers in May
Il says, If you owed my pap as
much as dollar an got out O. Blu
chanan alive 'thout payin' him you're
wonder
!" You amt got no time to tax
about it if you want to eat tonight
says my mysterus benefactor, as he
omitted slicker that bnlged a consid-
cradle in the middle with what looked
like a fry pan an chuck. Git up in
that saddle an let's see YOU rda.
Don't you worry about me-
He slapped the horse with his hand
and it gave a jump that mighty nigh
threw me an then lit into a lapa. As
soon's l got him started loosed back,
an Il see my fathers friend duck down
into the coulee.
After awhile I took the notion ID
look back an, sure enough, there WIS
some folks peltin' along behind me
about mile an half. Thew was
what had been the dust. d:dn't
think they could have gained On me
that much an it made me mad be-
cause I'd begun to take pride in O d
Roany's performance. We'll see about
this | says to myself, an give him
a touch Of the quirt. He made jumr
or two forward an then one side ste~
that landed me in a bunch Of sage-
| brush.
tried to ketch him, but he les
walked away from me, holdin' hi
head sideways so he wouldn't step on
the bride. If moved out of a walk
he done the same an he could out-trot
me. II ! stopped he went to feeain
/ again: I'd gotright interested trailin
about after him an jest nearly ketch.
| In him so ! didn't hardly notice any
thing until somebody hollered to M
TO throw up my hands. lookef
around an seen six good sized bust
sness-like fellers with six extry-sizee
| W,inchesters all p'intin right straigh,
in my direction. Well, 4 throwed III
my hands an one Teller with crooked
nose rode up an dropped a rope ove1
ME- Y.
81 " Gentlemen says, I Amt got. bu
s12 about me, but you're welcome tt
that. If you'll jest take this yer rope Of
sme an give me my horse an let M,
go
They LATED at that, But. one felle,
says: Where did you gitsyour horse
podner !? An then told EN- abou
the Teller my father'd been good to. \
don't believe word of it, saw.
a man with a black beard, but If 2it'
true ! think we ought to hang him
just the same. a young fool like hin
Is bound to be hung sooner or later
Two or three others took the sam,
view an then gathered for the firs
4 timeS that they'd done me the injustic,
of ssposin' I'd stole the horse a wa
a-rfdin' The man who owned hin