The Birmingham age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1902-1950, 1908-11-08

pire STATED thought T. For goodness
sake let mel had brief reminiscent
visions of several athletic feats, suita-
BILE for my college gymnasium and a
thin attire-how / might trip the light
fantastic toe over her head and come
up smiling in the rear; or sprint across
the landscape-always keeping a leetle
bit ahead; and why not just scale the
wall? AS I say, these were visions.
flashed and gone while the cow ramped
up her huge head, with its yard-wile
horns. blowing the atmosphere.
The next instant Brandt went up in
the air. whooping.
"Woo-hee!-Woo-he heel" and his SOM
brero caught her slap in the face.
The Empire State took a siding with
great suddenness and went laundering
past in clouds of dust and made down
brakes" and a full stop 20 rods away.
Brandt was racing after her as fast
as he could tear. He snatched a rifle
from the holster and aimed.
"Bang-zipt.' A bullet struck the
ground in front of Crazy Jane, throw
ing up a column of dust. She stopped
her naughty head to examine it.
"Bang-Zipt!' A bullet sent dust into
her Investigating nose.
Wool. Woozoof" she remarked an
grily. Brandt jumped across the
stream to Black Bess, his mare.
Bang-BZZZi" A bullet song past
her ear, tickling In it's flight She
shook her head savagely, demanding.
"Who--you?"
"BZzZ!" A hornet stung her other ear.
she hoped into the air like a kitten
considering her architecture, she did 1t
very gracefully. Then she shook her ear;
then she slapped 1t on a sage bush; then
she kicked 1t; then she Tapped 1t with
her tail; then she asked, "Who-o-o?" of
the landscape in general, and while she
was waiting for answer got a fifth bullet
in the same place. Before she could in
stitute more comprehensive inquiries
Brandt had the picket rope off Black
Bess and leaped her bare back, bridle-
less, guiding her with his hands and spur
ring at the COW.
1t was too much for Crazy Jane: a
MISUNDERSTANDING Jack-in- the-box: hor-
nets that you couldn't kick; a yelling CEN
taur, swearing the hide off her back. She
gave one lingering "You-Who?" and
scattered for her life.
Then l laughed.
1t all happened SO suddenly that l
hadn't pretended to take any part-I
hadn't even moved from the spot 1 stood
on until Brandts barking away gave me
the suggestion to get after my own
horse.
why didn't you shoot her dead as a
doornail?" 1 asked as he slipped off
Black Bess beside me. Not that 1 wasn't
consumed with envy at the beautiful ex-
hibition he'd given.
"Shoot branded cattale?-not muchee!"
he cried. Say, what sort of Wild West
picnic do you think we're out on, any,
way? I believe you're one O. them Eng
lishmen in disguise, come over here to
hunt buffaloes N Injuns on Broadway"
He was filling the magazine before he did
anything else, and snapped the cartridge
with q sharp push on the words. "Shoot
cattle?-not muchee.' And, sides that,
everybody in these parts knows you're
out here, an they'd sure think you done
it--mistook her fer antelope. I'd "a
ruined yer rep feverer if I'd shot her.
Oh. my rep-dont let that worry you!
Everybody out here knows that | can't
tell the difference between COW and a
chipmunk; though, IL remember rightly.
the chipnunk is leetle bit smaller and