Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1906-07-19
Looks like a road used to run right
across this field here. Where is it

across this field here. Where is it
now"
eyes, sir, there was road running
right across there, but when they
moved the other things over to Purs.
ley, they turned the road around and
had it so it would run into Pursley
too
.You had started somewhere with
that COW, hadn't you, Grover?''
eyes, sir. I'm going to take her
down to the creek bottom to get her
drink Of water. Pap's goin' to take
her to Pursley tomorrow"
"He is?''
eyes, sir. Where are you goin'?''
IT think I'll 60 to Pursley, too. So
good-by, Grover"
A few miles over the road stood
deserted cabin. Tall weeds grew
around it. The stack chimney at
one end leaned away from the wall.
seemingly ready to fall at the slight.
est jar.
Climbing to the top rail Of the fence
Skeet Wood sat and rested.
He was a man of not much over
30 years Of age, with fair intelligence
and much general information gath
cred in his continuous ramble
How can anybody, anybody-live
away off here in the middle Of moth
ing-away of here where there's not
id thing to see but the trees and
hills. end nothing to hear but the
crlckets and jay birds, unless it Is
the voice of nature. But l guess the
people who use. to live here have got
just as much or more of that vapory.
thing we call enjoyment out Of living
rs anyone in city, where there's al,
ways something going =
Well" the rough voice of WON.
an called suddenly through the front
door, which had been slowly opened.
Skeet Wood suddenly grasped the
rail upon which he sat, and raised to
jumping posture.
Don't be skeered now, you buzzard.
looking tramp
I'm not skeered, but hate to meet
people so suddenly" Skeet replied.
Whit do you hist yo'self on per-
sons front fence fer, if you don't
want to meet them sudden 81
well, you see, didn't think any.
body lived here
Well, you see you air mistaken.
We jest moved in here day before
yestidy, but we live here jest the
same as if we'd moved here year be-
fore last. Been to dinner?''
No. Nor breakfast neither, since
you brought up the subject
All right, the husky looking wom-
an said; go back there and drive
that shote out Of the sorghum patch
and I'll get you something to eat. Go
and help him, Pris. You know how
aonruly them shotes Of that red SOW.
air Go on. He amt goin' to bite
you HI.
Skeet beat down an army Of weeds
and joined Pris at the back door.
Pr1s was the first to speak.
Say, jump these later rows Nav
will holle4 if you step ion one Of
them
All right, Miss Pris.'' !.
'HoW'n the devil did you know my
name was Pris.
.'I heard your nav say it was
81 amt heared nobody say Whut
your name be- said Miss Pris.
My name might be Skeet. l
"Skeet? Named after a skeeter,
wusn't yoa? Look kinder like skeet-
er anyhow. Well, now, yonder's the
shote. You go around that way and
I'll go around this here way, and we'll
both come up behind him. 2
Skeet had not yelled .sewey there.
more than half dozen times before
he had fallen in love with Miss Pris.
She was about IS years OF age, built
on the style Of q robust fence-j jumping
steer, and was as reckless in her every
day manner as young lady could be
without being dangerous.
The shote was at last driven TO the
rail fence, where 1t disappeared
through crack into the tall weeds.
At noon the woman's husband came
from somewhere on mule whose hair
was long and his ears worked back
and forth when he walked. Skeet was
invited into the kitchen, where stood
. table with four seats around It.
Take that there vacant seat over
on that side, Whut's name. :
I'VE did have Just exactly table.
full in this family, but Bud had to
go and get sent! to the penitentiary,
SO you air lucky "a getting seat.
Pris looked at Skeet. You don't
know who Bud is, do you p
No, don't remember Of ever meet
Ing Bud. B
Vel. Bud he's my husband. Of va