The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1907-08-04

I'd like to know now what could "a beOcm
Why, conssrn It alr says Uncle Jase.
scowlin' like all-possessed. that's Big Injin
got nothin' to do with MoOinnis's Barreni'
says he. ! told you at the ~beginnin','
says he, 'thst 1 Wished you'd q ast me
II know IL. Unole Jase.' says the vaca-
TONER. an I'll asst IL now. II it1l be all the
sane TO you he says, : cause I'm anxious
10 hear what become o. BILL says he.
70 But You ought 90 asst about Big Iniin
about. says Uncle Jsse. shakin' his head AM
scowlin'. an v an idee that M wouldn't
a, recomembered any more II I hadn't
said to Sairy Ann that she'd better 20 down
cellar an fetch up some more older
when IL come up Uncle Jase thunk an
other spell, an then says:
What become o Bill, sh7' says he. Well,
the Knob country tradition is, an It comes
down, straight to Bills posterity as Danl
here knows as well as I do, that the haste
them Injin's made was somethin' amaxin',
Ter though it was gittin' along lords event
when they took Hart an Bill, at shutdown
they was gittln' ready to light their camp
nre on the edge Of a big swamp. a good
Bill an Bart was tooki Yes. siri There
them lnjins was, gittin' ready TO light their
camp fire. Blu they never nc it.
.,... An good reason fer WHY says Uncle
Injins made through that untrod wilder
ness, IL want as good as what Bob was
maxim on their trail. An Bob disk ivered
somethin' that the Injins hadn't. AMI that
was that Bill was breakin' on twigs from
so II IL happened hat Bob didn't come
nigh enough 10 the scootin' Injins TO smell
'em on the trail, them broken twigs ID show
him which way it was leadin'.
An, 10 an behold vel who should come
along, an jine Bob but two more pioneers
who had ben out deer huntin', an conse-
kently had their rifles with EN-.
The lnjins got to the edge o. the big
swamp jist az the sun was settin'. One
o the three was a tremendous big buck.
an, he was layin' Oh an takin' . cosy.
while a second one was jist strikin' q flint
TO light the camp fire. The third injin
stood leanin' gin a tree. Bill was tumbled
in a heap off to one side.
"Seddently. crack! crack, crack! three
rifles bellered out in the stiffness o that
swamp. The Injin with the flint tumbled
onto the faggots he was jist on the pint
o'hghtin'. deader'n a p'isened pup. T'other
un Mt the tree slid down an curled up In
a heap o good Injin. cause he was jist
as dead as the one acrost the faggots.
Ihe Big min sprung TO his feet an jumped
GLORY hollers Bill, jumpin' TO his
feet. This In gittin' free without etrainn'
your lungs or liftin' n %finser!' he hollers.
He hadn't sceercely hollered when
bangi went a rife IN in the laurels an
Bill come tumblin' to the ground a CON-
sarned sight quicker than he got up Wit.
bob he fired at the spot where the shot
had come from, an q yell setch as none
OF 'em mad ever heerd afore riz Queen the
%laurels. Bob sloshed his wav into wamp.
The big Iniin laid there dead, clutchin' his
rifle, an thew left him there.
He had heerd Bill shoutin' an ~exultin'
an had turned 10 take a partin' shot at
him; His aim was q leetle 70 the bad, fer
his bullet only ketched Pill in the thigh.
When Bob found that Bill want lead he
.''After this" he says, don't never
boiler fore you're outen the woods he
That's what become O. Bill says
Uncle Jase. cause that's how the tradition
comes down from Bill r. his posteritv, as
Dann here knows as well "a I do says he.
an I could "a told YOU 30 in the first place
IL you had onlv asst me about Big Injinl'
saws he. peppery az kyann.
But the New York vacationer thanked
Uncle Jase. an when the cider was zone
an ! didn't tell Sairy Ann 70 go down cellar
an git some more Uncle Jase went away.
Then the vacationer saws to mo:
"'Yit seems to me ! can't help sort o.
b%elievin.'' saws he. that IL wouldn't a
made a durn hit o. difference to tradition
whether Bill Rad broke them twigs on on
the trail, or whether Bob couldn't a smelt
them Injins two yards says ne. 1t started
Bob of with the intention o. rescuin' Bill
N the nick o. time. an he'd have done IL,
though instead o. twigs Topped OF to guide
him big sawlogs had ben piled two layers
high in his path. fer I'm convinced aays he,
that when Knob country tradition. an
p'ticly Knob country tradition as reco-
memhered by Unlce Jsse. sets out to rescue
folks from Injins them folks In Hoin' TO be
rescued. an nothin' kin stop IT, says he.
AN / was sory Uncle Jase want there
to hear him. fer it'd a tickled him tremen-
jous. an made that preparedness o. his'n
turn mild as milk. l knowl"