The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1906-07-20
More shifting ana whistling.
4 Jim heap pind 'um."

More shifting ana whistling.
Jim heap pind 'um.'' III ss3,3
''Yes. ! know you found him Wins
low answered. \. u. ags5
Heap pind 'um pish-hool. : .gS
True for you. You're ell right
Paid Winslow. Then to his friend:
Our aboriginal acquaintance here =
endeavoring to- intimate That o fureher
remuneration for. services re1dersh
would not be refused with scorh and
indignation
"Yash heap fne day." answe.sd
Jim. with perfect confidence In his
own interpretations.
"A silence followed, and the white
men were smiling. .. n
Heap bring 'um glass, heap belt,
heap ALL the Washoe resumed.
oh! know" said Winslow; ''pret-
ty good lEjun, but you know gave
you, q dollar-that's enough"
The Indian pondered, and not In
vain. A brilliant thought was born
in his mind,
MY wife-she's heap wants q dol
lar,.i said he with the utmost gravity.
The two men burst out in uncontrol-
liable laughter.
Your wife-the devil she does-by
lingo! that's worth dollar!" and
Winslow pitched the cash to the buck
and stood there red with mirth as the
fellow solemnly walked to the gay
"rosette" of gamblers over the way.
AT the coming Of Jim place was
made in the circle, he was given dimes
for his dollar, and the play was re-
sumed. The two common players soon
lost their coins to Jim, who then
possessed an additional 60 cents. He
squared himself to bust the bank" Of
Mingo a willy chief sitting opposite,
Now was waged mighty war with
pots" as great as 40 cents. Back
ward and forward went the money.
and the circle closed about the antag-
onists. Steadily, inexorably, the skill
OF Mingo was draining the purse Of
Captain Jim. At the end of an hour
80 cents were gone; the eyes Of the
men were glinting with excitement
and the bosoms of the squaws were
heaving. About. this time came Wins
low across from his place, to see In
what manner his coin was being EN-.
ployed.
On and on went the silent play.
Jim was dropping piece after piece.
as II in the NAV Of hungry machine.
At length his final dime was gone. He
searched his pockets for the where.
withal to continue the play. Half Q
dozen fish-hooks, six-inch piece Of
gas-pipe and a hunting-knife appeared.
The hooks and the pipe went speed.
lily across the cloth to his foe. The
knife he yearned to keep. Looking
about, like tiger at bay, he espied
his wife.
''Ill stake my squaw against a dol.
lar pour-bits," said the captain In
Washoe and English.
And Winslow fancied he saw
CLEAN, half Of appeal, half Of reckless
bravado, in the glance the Indian
threw to the youthful squaw.
Mingo took an inventory Of her
charms and noted the look Of surprise
in her face.
Zone dollar" said he.
And they played again.
The fate Of the bronze tinted daugh.
ter of the soil hung in the balance for
half-an-hour. At the end Of that time
she Joined the faithless dimes, hooks
and piece Of pipe. The excitement
was now intense. Not few Of the on.
lockers, including Mrs. Captain Jim,
were smiling, just little, for the
proves Of Mingo had made him d
hero.
The bucks and squaws closed in.
and the day was growing old. Finally.
with an Indian oath, the captain
HURLED his cards to the blanket, and
saw, his last wee coin plump down By
his knife.
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