Waterbury evening Democrat., 1907-10-22

1EDDY and were alone at the
 U lake beds. He sat outside the
 HN1 cabin braiding a leather hat
 band-eight strands and the re- peat figurexan art that never could | master
 I sat inside with a One-pound pack age of smoking tobacco beside me and newspapers within reach, rolling the days supply of cigarettes.
 Reddy stopped his story long enough to say, Don't use the Princess Slip per- Kid-that paper burns my tongue take the Granger; there's plenty of it."
 We'll, as I was saying, I'd met lot of the boys up in town this day and they threw as many as two drinks into me; I know that for certain, because when we took the parting dose I had glass of whisky ill both my right hands and had just twice as many friends as when I started. When I pulled out for home I felt mighty good for myself-not exactly
  dodge it any, either. 1 was warbling Idaho" for all was wOrth-you know how pretty I can sing? Cockeyed Pe- terson used to say it made him forget all his troubles. Because" says he, you don't notice trifles when man bats you over the head with a two by four"
 Well, I was enjoying everything in sight, even a little drizzle of rain that was driving by in rags of wetness when a fatfaced swatty at Fort John son halted me.
 Now, it's q dreadful thing to be but ted to death by nanny goat, but for a full sized cowpuncher to be held up by soldier is worse yet.
 To say that I was hot under the col lar don't give you the right idea of the way I felt.
 Why. you cross between the last rose of summer and bobtailed flushw says l. what dyer mean? Whats got into you? Get out of my daylight. you dog robber, or I'll walk the little horse round your neck like three ringed circus. Come, pull your freight"
 It seems that this swatty had been chucked out of the third story of Frenchy's dance emporium by Bronc Thc,npsOn, which threw a great re- spec, for our profesh into him. Con- sequcntly he wasn't fresh, like most soldiers, but answers me as polite as tin horn gambler on pay day.
 Says he: "I just wanted to tell you that old FrOSthead and forty braves are some'ers between here and your. outfit. with their war paint on and blood in their eyes. cayOOdling and whOOpin' fit 10 beat hell with the blow CT on, and if you get tangled up with them I reckon they'll give you a hair cut and shampoo, to say nothing of other trimmings. They say they're after the Crows. but it's a ten dollar bili against a last years birds nest that they'll take on any kind of trOu- ble that comes along. Their hearts is mighty bad. they state. and when an Injun's heart gets spoiled the disease Is d-d catching. You'd better stop awhile"
 Now. cuss old FrOsthead and yOu, tOOr' says l. If he comes crow hop ping on my reservation I'll kick hIs pantalcts on top Of his scalp lock"
 All right. pardner." says he. ''It's your own funeral. My orders was to halt every one going through. But I ain't a whole company. so you can have 1t yOur own way Only if your friends have to take you home in a coal scuttle, don't blame me. Pass. friend..'
 Sol went through the officers quar- ters forty miles an hour. letting out a string of yelIs you might have heard to the coast. just to show my respect for the United States army.
 Now this has always been my luck: Whenever made a band wagon play somebody's sure to strike me for my license or else the team goes into the Hitch a nile farther On- and cone out aIrut as happy as a small yaIler deg at a bOtcat's caucus
 Some feIIers can run in Thi1ecaboO that 'd make the hair stand up O1 a buTeIer rU5se and get away with it just Ike a miee. but that ain't me If I sing a little mite too high i1 the ceIlar. down cones the roof a-top o1 ne So it was this day Old JOh1ny HzrdIuck soaked it to ne. sane Ss usual
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