Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-08-30
!. The Disgrace
Of lack 7etLolv.
BY CLARENCE HoLcoMB.

This ConrOy party comes into the
bunch grass country from Moo York. "
said the judge. d. r.
'Tenderfoot?" ..-#
Say, he's that green that when he
climbs down off the box of the stage
he looks up an down the street afore
he gets off. 'F'raid he's goin' to step
in trout OF a trolley car.
Sure he's green, but he's good stuff,
an next mornin he's out lookin' fur
q job. The boss OF the Wrench outfit
Is in town, an Joe strikes him first.
":Can you rider" asks the boss.
81 don't kpow,,, says Joe, turnin'
red, an lookup at the ground.
"'Um,' says the boss. Can you
cook?'
81 never haze says Joe, look!n' up
hopeful, but III try
"'Ycu needn't mind says the boss,
plenty sarcastic.
Every place he tries it's the same,
an he's purity we'll discouraged When
final he gets to me. I'm ruDnin' a
bunch of control cattle on Stinkin' Wa
ter mountain that summer, an l gives
him g. job. Shure it looks like maxim
him present Of them wages but he's
such a decent sort a chap 7 amt got
the heart to turn him away. l hears
about him every month in TOmpson's
report.
First month he says: Put new man
to he!pin' the cook. Couldn ride a
rOckin' horse, an if he ever runs across
a muley COW, the chances are he'll take
a shot at 1t thinkin' it's coyote
Second month: New man can ride
a little. Falls off good deal, but gets
right back on. Gritty as emery
Wheel
Third month: 'Conroy's got all the
old COWS comm in every evenin' to be
lassed. Kind got to be habit with
them. l thought when you sent hir:
out here you must be losin' your min 1,
but l guess you knew wot you was
dom. He's a fine chap, an hard
worker.
1T amt long after this till the first
snow falls on the mountain, an the
cattle has to be got in on the home
ranch.
It's hard work this, fur strange
camps don't appeal to the cow-brute
none, Sc after it's all over I gives the
boys a week in town.
Thompson goes after his first an only
love-faro. All summer long he's been
workin' on system, an final he gets
To ;-,+ ho or,k
lose. When he gets back on the ranch,
he has his system left. He don't lose
that
Barney Earle an Jed Clemmins, be-
lieves in gettin' something fur their
money, an frequently after a week 8
carnival, they seems to have about
everything, includin' high-class me-
nagerie, with a side line attraction of
wild an untamable reptiles. That's the
way my vaqueros spend their time, but
as l never had money enough to en-
Joy them sports myself, hangs around
the toardin' house principle, an Joe
keeps me company. The house was
run at that time by a lutte widow by
the meme of Cummin's.
Right Off ! notices she takes likin'
to Joe. Mind you, | don mean she
becomes enamored of hlm none, but
he's such a neat little chap, it's strange
if he amt big casino with the fem
mines.
1T seems a fellow named Black
Jack Persons was playin' all suits both
tha
the widow, but she don't enthuse
Final, when Joe arrives on the scene
she passes him up like he's a viii e
chip, which makes him imagine Joe S
alicnatin' them affections. Natural.
this makes him plenty furious, an he
retribution is bound to overtake the
tenderfoot And so things run along
until the night before we leaves fur
the ranch.
Harry, Jed an Barney is all down
to the saloon, an before we turns in,
ice an l lights our pipes an strolls
down town. AS we pass the saloon
the boys is in l takes it into my head
to drop in an, try to get them to come
to bed. an Joe follows.
1--WE amt no more than entered.
when s slab-sided kid called Google
Eye George, sticks his foot between
Joe's legs an trips him up. This Cog
gle Eye Georges eyes stick out like a
shrilnp;s, but when Joe gets up, he
shure puts one Of them back normal
just one lick, an Google Eye amt got
no more fight in him than a sheep, but
he don't need to do his own fightin',
fur right hyer Black Jack takes h $
hand an plays it fur h m.
'Gettin' up from the table, where
he's been dealin' stud poker he walks
up to Joe.
''''Wot do you mean?' he snarled, a
hittin' of my particular friend?'
Joe didn't say anything, just stood
his ground. -.
"'Well; I'll make you talk" shouts
Black Jack, haulin' off an knockin' Joe
over a couple of chairs.
'Seein' as I've lived in this country
all my life, hopes knows the ediket