Bisbee daily review., 1907-07-04
STORY Of BURRO THAT PLAYED
 POKER
Tall Tale of Long Eared Ani- nal That Came to Sad End Through Too Much Whisky In Old Texas.

The big cattle ranges are being cut up into little farms mighty fast now, remarked the red-headed man as the train was passing across the plains oi Western Texas, says the St. Louis Globe-Democrat. You can get a glimpse of a cornfield and eomforta- ble home every few miles, but l can remember the time-and it was only a few years ago, at that-when the man with the hoe was about as welcome out here as the tax collector"
 Some of 'em's findin' it a pretty hard matter to keep their minds oc- cupied too" put in a San Antonio man. There's that fellow at San Angelo. for instance, who's gone to train burros just for amusement. Has a big bunch of 'em, and every one he's educated to do some funny stunts alone or in groups. There's one sets down in a chair and pretends to read a bok, Another is a grand opera sing CT. and the way he tackles Wagner makes the prairies wake up and howl. You've heard of the mountain canary? Well. he's it. with cultivated voice. They do whole lot O such tricks, and then when the old man wants to he forms 'em in line and they go through a drill that's just wonderful. Funniest thin ever saw. Old mans been of fered fortunes for 'em by the big cir cuses, but he won't sell. He's got nsore'n he knows what to do with, anyhow, and the burros keep him in good humor."
 That reminds me of Paddy Milli- gan,s said a mining engineer from Denver. q suppose you've all heard of Paddy? No? Well, you would if you ever lived in the mountain country. Everybody used to know Paddy from Butte to Santa Fe, and everybody that knew Paddy knew his burro. He was from Tipperary-Paddy. not the burro and he always claimed that he came over with Tom Walsh. have my doubts about that but there wasn't any uestion about where he cain from. He was the most Irishman ever saw; {; not a typical. but an exaggerated Milesian something of the sort you see on the stage. He had face that made you laugh just to look at it. To the end of his life he wore one of those funny, fuzzy high hats that used to be so popular in Ireland, and he always smoked a clay pipe. usually with the bowl down. He ot into Leadyille soon after the rush opened in the '70s. and, after working at day wages for while. he ot him an outfit and went to pros pectfng on his own hook. Somewhere far out in the mountains he located claim and worked 1t all alone for several years I said alone. but he was not entirely so. He had a four legged companion, the burro. and he became as much attached to it is he had ever been to his old hat. He treated it like brother; talked to it. sang to ii. swore to it, but never struck it To relieve his loneliness he gave it an education, and such an ed ucation as no burro ever received be- fore If there ever was such a thing as bGrro college, Wolfstone. as he called it, would be it's chancellor. for it was undoubtedly the most finished scholar that ever wore long ears. IL could do most anything but talk, and Paddy always insisted that il coul I talk if 1t wanted to.
 'Faith.' says he. 'ar' talkin' no trick at all, at all. I be thinkin' iCs kapin' your mouth shut when ye saS things thet takes sinse'
 And Wolfstone had ways of making his wants known that answered all the purpose of speech. lie used his voice seldom, and only in moments of enthusiasm. For ordinary eommGpjca- uon his ears were his favorite medium or expression, but on occasions he spoke with his eyes. his tail ani oc- casionaiiy with his feet. Paddy taught him to do great many rema. kable tricks, and after awhile he afaGd 1ued his mine and took to wandering from