The Brookings register. [volume] (Brookings, Brookings County, S.D.) 1903-1971, 1907-11-21

lake beds. He sat outside the
I'M cabin braiding leather hat
baud-"ight strands and the re-
peat fgure-an art that | never could
master.
sat inside with 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,"
Well, as | was saving, I'd met Il lot
of the boys up in town this day and
they threw as many as two drinks into
me: | know that for certain, because
when we took the parting dose | had
glass of whisky in both my right
hands and had just twice as many
friends rs when | started.
When ! pulled out for home | felt
mighty good for myself not exactly
looking for trouble. but not a-going to
dodge it any. either. | was WarblinS
Idaho" for all | was worth-gou know
how pretty | can sing? Cockcycd Pc
terSon used to say it made him forget
all his troubles. because" says he,
you don't notice tritlcs when a man
| bats YOU over the head with a two by
| four"
Wei, I was enjoying everything in
sight, even little drizzle Of rain that
! 81, i'm,
when 4 hatfaced swatty at Fort John
son halted me.
| Now, it's dreadful thing to be but
ted to death 10y a nanny goat, but Cor a
| full sized coWpunchcr to be held up
by a soldier is worse yet.
70 say That was hot under the col
lar don't give you the right idea If
the way felt.
"Why. YOU cross between the last
! rose of summer and bobtaIcd
| flush" says I, what dyer mean?
What's got sto youf Get out Of my
daylight. you dog robher, or III wall;
the little horse round your neck like a
three riugcd circus. Come, pull Your
! freight,
1t seems that this sWatty had been
chuckpd out Of the third story Of
! Frcnchy'S dane" emporium by brOnC
! Thompson. which threw great re-
spcct for our profesh into him. Con
sequcntly he wasn't fresh, like most
soldiers, but answers me as polite as q
tin horn gambler on pay day.
Says he: Il Just wanted to tell you
that old Frosthead and forty braves
are somc'crS between here and yOul
outfit. with their war paint on ant
blood in their eyes, cayoodling and
whoopin' fit To beat hell with the blow
er on, and if You get tangled up viii
them | reckon they'll give you a hail
cut and shampoo, to say nothing 81
other trimmings. They say They're
after the Crows. but it's n ten dolla
bin against last years birds ncs
that they'll take on any kind OF trou
bic that comes along. Their hearts l.
mighty bad. they state, ana when Al
Injun's heart gets spoiled the disease
is ID catching You'd better stol
awhile"
Nov, cuss Old Frosthcad anG You
too" says l. IF he comes crow hop
ping on my reservation I'll kick hi
pantalets on top of his scalp lock
All right, pardner," says he. 1T
your own funeral My orders was t,
halt every one going through But
amt a whole company, so you cal
have it Your own way. Only If you
friends have TO take YOU home in ;
coal scutt.", don't blame me. Pass
friend
SO went through the officers quar-
tcrS forty miles an hour, letting out
string of wells you might have hear'
to the coast, just to show my respec
for the United States army.
Now this has always been my luck
Whenever made band wagon pla.
somebody's sure to strike me for III.
license, or else the team goes into III
ditch a mile farther on, and come on