The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1906-08-21
1 The Buttiinnlg- III az Mr.. Powers.
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ID think to look At this we're Al Powerst
9 he was tender hearted huff to hurt any more'n
you ID size him up to be tenderfooted But he
is just the Why he ) longed to the society
IT buttsin when animals gifts hurt in cities, he ID be
head push fore he'd been in ten minutes. Tho that
Amayn prove nothin neither for he g hathaway bout
most ev'rything he does git into Why ev'ry winter
when has camps broke up in the spring he had all
the camp cats ketched, boxed up keerful m hauled
over to the farm camp m turned loose there ms
ne wouldn let nobody kill cat it warn t long fore
he h4 bout 400 cats at tho farm, n he had to keep
a man busy huntin' m fshin' to feed 'em. Some
teller said Al made money on them cats fer, them
big Chicago Meat Trust m sold AL lots o'smeat used
to take big lot o. cats down evry fall m send 'em
back every winter in the shapeof sausage, give AL
a big rake.oH on his. meat bill instead. But some
fellers don 7 never want no to get credit for
don nothn good'r gen 'rous hout thinkin' there's
sompln IN it for 'em. But know it's plum tender
heartedness,s what ails Al Powers m know that's
jest what made him butt in that time to help Ftz
when he was up gnst it the wust way n nearly git
his'n fer dom it. Who Fitz9 No! Not Tom Fitz,
don mean. Fitz was q threeyear-old bull moose
''to' lick%sany man It meddled with him. al found
him when he's jest wobbly calf cryin' in the
brush one day. Mother prob 'ly killed by Injuns r
shackers, m the calf ID starved to death # AL
hadn't along. Well, he shouldered the little
bunch of nose, legs m bawl, m lugged it to the
camp n after he got it there he sent up to Hbbing
fer milk ev'ry day, n you can call me a liar 4
he didn't learn that calf suck bottle nat rails
baby Then he learnt it to drink outer a pail, n ,
after that the blame thing growed like Jona's gourd
fer year = two it hung round headquarters N
the farm, N was bigger nuisance to exry body'n'a
boil tween shoulderblades: Final FitzAl called
him Fitz after the Lanky Prop sition cause he'd
fight. anything that walked, took to the woods N :
only came round about once in ev'ry 50 Often m
EVERYBODY, 'ceptin' A. was dummed glad to the
last o. him AL used to carry salt, m bits o. salt
" boss in his pocket when he was crusin' thru the
woods, M ey'ry. now ~ agin he'd meet up with
Fitz m feed em. to him, n he allus swore Fitz
knowed him. a mild off m come arunnin' when he
seen him: But he arunnin' too often to
suit al, you bet. That was one fall when Fitz was
bout three years old; m ev'ry blame bull moose in
the woods chasin' round with chip on both
shoulders, n lookin' fer trouble. AL was lookin
over some timber up Crooked Lake way, m heerd
moose belerin' off in the woods like foghorn
jagged on Injun whisky, m acomin' to him
ev'ry beler. Putty mother one answers behind
AL n first thing he knows here they acrashin'
thru the bresh n together in little clearin'
not ten rod FUN where he was. Then he see of
'em was Fitz N t'other the blamedest biggest bull
moose you ever lay your, eyes on. They smashed
together like train Of cars, but Fitz hadn It
show N Red Bob he'd with jeff. He licked in
less n q York minute, N he been killed in short