The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1908-04-21

| about a pole, from which swung a
scalp and other trophies OF old Buck
ct of Bloods warlike career. Tired
and sleepy, the exhausted bridegroom
finally fell headlong into a brush pile
! and closed his eyes.
When he awoke the sun was shining
| in his face and his bones ached. The
smiling bride stood over him with
Standing Bull in her hands.
Here, you take him--me cook
bulls head" she said.
A sudden feeling OF loneliness and
deep melancholy took possession OF
the tired fortune hunter. lie locke
into the face of the heiress and then
turned his eyes toward old Bucket of
Blood, who sat by a little fire en-
gagged in roasting bulls head, horns
and hide.
Eat" said the bride. Mono
much hungry" exclaimed the dirt-be-
| grimed lover. Il will ride over to the
camp pretty SOON" He was thinking
OF riding to the agency to see If he
could not hurry up the payment OF
the allotment, or perhaps ut IL up as
collateral for a small loan. Old
Bucket Of Blood finished his break
fast and, after carefully slipping
hatchet in his belt, he picked the head
of the bull from the fire, and with
big bowie knife in one hand and the
smoking, bloody head in the other, he
slowly approached his lonesome look
ing son-in-law, muttering, "Now, you
eat; pretty soon we plow-make tob-
ac."
Dodge looked surprised. He could
not comprehend the meaning OF his
fathers enigmatical language. It ap-
peared that Mr.. Bucket OF Blood was
very fond of tobacco and he desired
that the initial family relations
should date from an agricultural ex-
pertinent In tobacco patch.
me got one little bull" he said.
'Me kill other to make wedding feast.
You hold up one end of the yoke.
me plow little. Make tobao' heep
smoke, sabie?"
"You be-" Dodger did not finish,
for he noticed that Mr.. Bucket OF
Blood was playfully feeling the edge
of his big bowie.
The bride had already yoked the
little bull and she was engaged in
hooking a chain to a shovel plow
when her father approached leading
her forlorn-looklng husband. Now"
said Mr.. Bucket Of Blood, ME hold up
one OF yoke-you plow-blazes drive"
He slapped his son-in-law on the
shoulder, accompanying the act with
a warhoop that set the bull to bawl-
ing, then he shouted: Roaring
Lamb, heep big InJin."
Roaring Lamb" with look OF
bitter disgust on his face, cast a
wishful glance toward his mustang
The bride popped a whip and the re-
markable team started. The bull
groaned from hunger and old Bucket
OF Blood beloved as II he were mad.
Dodger tried hard to hold the plow
and keep up, but he was jerlSed about
and frequently thrown to his knees.
At one moment he was down and the
next ho was running, jumping and
dodglng as II he we're drunk or crazy.
The sweat was streaming from his
face and he was gasplng for breath
when the team stopped
Now we go back. You hold yoke"
said papa-in-law.
Before the tired fortune hunter
could get out OF the way the sly In
dian had dropped the yoke over his
neck and fastened the bow. Roaring
Lamb" pulled back and used lots OF
language that one never hears IN
polite society. In fact the little BUN
bawled and snorted as II he smelled
sulphur and blazing birthstone. In
vain Rearing Lamb" ground his
teeth and tried to reach the key OF
the bow. The hungry animal started
toward the habitation, hoping to be
turned loose. Dodger had to run TO
keep up and sometimes was dragged
over the rough ground. He now says
that during that ordeal he said things
he wishes he could remember, because
they were new and picturesque and OF
awful potentlality.
He noticed a held OF cattle passing
along tho road, and.to his horror, he
observed that several horsemen had
stopped and were apparently deeply
Interested In the agricultural exhibit
tion and the peculiar combination OF
which he was unit. Suddenly
thought almost stunned him. Old
Souser and his cowboys.
Could II be possible that they were
the ones looking at him. II so, there
was nothing left for him to do but die
OF sheer humiliation.
He had guessed right. The men sat
In their saddles, bending forward and
looking puzzled. Suddenly one of
them yelled, Roaring Lamb, by thuu-
der"
"oh. please pull out this Internal
key" howled the victim.
81 never interfere in family AFFAIRS"
said old Souser, starting 10 ride away.
Happening to notice old Bucket OF
Blood. Souser swung his hat in the
air and yelled, "A Pot-an old beggar
OF Potawatamie. There amt a dol
lar in the whole tribe. Poor as
snakes, She amt Creek at all You
made an awful mistake"
whats Pot!" Dodger groaned. He
looked ready TO fall dead OF sheer
disappointment and modification, but |