The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-10-28

Skairt almost to death. He kept on
running till he stumbled over a root or
something and pitched on his face. He
made so much noise goin down that
he just lay right still where he fell.
afraid to move for fear he'd bring the
little devil niggers' down on him.
Meantime the rest o the company
had gone on UP the right fork o. the
trail, and by noon the next day them
| guides had snaked us twenty miles
across country without raisin' a sign CT
| an inSurrectO. Course we missed K it.
son when mOrnin' came, and some of
US that knew how he felt about ii
moren'n half suspicioned he'd just nat
urally backed out o the ruction He'd
talked it till he'd made us believe he
was skairt.
We'll, you know Kitson always was
a fool about eatin'. j guess he lay
I there on the ground and did nothin' but
eat all night. Anyway he'd ct ND all
the rations he had on him when mo- n
| in come, an he went hungry that day.
He was city raised Kitson was, and
out o the gutter at that, and when
daylight come and he got look around
he was lost as complete as a fly in a
barrel o molasses.
Along in the evenin' of the first day
he found some berries and ate 'em by
! the handful for about two minutes
! Then he was took sick. violent and sud
den, and when he got over it he was
| too weak to go further. so he spent
the night in the brush near the trail
when mornin' come he was crazy
with hunger. He had sense enough tC
leave the berries alone, but he started
out with just one idea, and that was
sOmethin' TO eat. He wasn't starvin
yet-couldn't "a been. after eatin' two
days rations the day before-but lie
had such a never-quittin' appetite il
seemed to him he was dyin' He'd got
over his weak feelin', and that shows
he wasn't starved.
ANYWAY he went off down that crail
like a wild man, huntin' for eatabes
with his mouth open, and he hadn't
gone more'n half mile fore he smell
led roast pork. That brought him up all
standin like he'd been smOte in the
face. as the poet fellow says. He didn't
waste a minute. 1t came driftin' up 10
the trail from hollow down amongst
the hills, and he followed up that scent
like hound dog after a rabbit.
HE couldn't wait to get his teeth
into that pork. He was more'n half
loony by that time from wanderin'
round alone. and he went as careful as
though he was on eggs for fears that
roast pig would hear him comm and
sneak off fore he got to it. He wasn't
far wrong about that, either.
"The last part of the trip he went
on his belly through the grass. stalkin'
that pig like il was alive and kickin'-
The smell of il as he come closer drove
him wild. and when he got within sight
of il nothin' could "a held him. If he'd
been in his right mind he'd "a backed
off into the brush and made long,
healthy track in the other direction,
but by that time, with the hollow in
his stomach and the long crawl through
the grass. and the smell OF the roast
pig, he was plum nutty and didn't care.
Down there in the hollow was a lit
tie fire, and over il hung the little pig
all brown and crisp and SICILY, with
the juice runnin' out and sDittin in
the flames. and around it. waitin' for
Ii to get good and done. sat five little
devil niggers on their ham bones.
81 don't believe Kitson saw a Twin
thing but the pig. Anyhow he jerked
a cartridge into his krag, meanin' to
shoot the animal If he made any break
to get away. an givin one scandalous
yell, he come out o. them bushes like
a full-blood buck on the warDath- He
had his krag on his hip, and that side
of-a-house face o. his was all tore open
with hunger and eagerness, and I'm
will;n' to bet he was some furious
lookin'.
eff they'd left him the pig, all five O
them little brown boys might "a slipped
into the jungle and he'd never both
Nered em. But he had the drop on EN-
clean, and they didn't take any chances
They just huddled together in bunch,
surprised clean off their feet
THAT seems TO be about the first
time Kitson took any notice of 'em at
all. punched together. they sort o. made
an impression on him. and he got a