St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1908-05-16

and background Of Oil their jess
dreams, and if it hadn't been for Mr.
Scraws they'd have made us present
Of all Africa. You see, we'd done it
so quiet. No noise, no rudeness, just
an inclination on our part, and their
biggest champions were put to bed.
We were little tin gods in their eyes,
and their yelping now took on more
of awe than venom. But Feeney
didn't appreciate our growing popu-
larfty and foamed at the mouth.
Then he barked an order.
eve were still scraping a modest
hoof in mild depreciation of the en-
core when the squaws began bobbing
their heads violently and I was in
quisitive enough to shyly turn and
look over my shoulder.
Attention. / cried, and lib
wheeled just in time to see our hosts
orders had resulted in another rude
cage being unloaded through an open
ing in the paling, and two more
beasts entered.
These started toward us ON can
ter, and to my horror / observed lib
was frittering away the precious Sec
onds in gallantly kissing his moist
digfts to bevy of frenzied valen-
tines, presumably the wives of the
| chief.
"tFor my sake!' I had just time to
! invoke, when the lion in the lead
turned at an acute angle and got very
close before could pull the trigger.
overshot. But lib, ignoring his an
meyer and after foolishly chanting
some lines about Lions to right of
'em, lions to left of EN- pivoted and
raked nay villain by neat snapshot.
And the next thing I knew l was sail
ing high enough through space to
peep over the top of the Enclosure. 1t
seems was just one jump too slow
in lodging, and the brute managed
to collect the back of my shirt in
passing.
"My return to earth jolted the
breath from my lungs, and had to re.
cline and watch lib face his fate
alone. I knew he must have ducked
when en1lading my footpad, and by
| the way the survivor was performing
I realized his second shot had not
been wasted. The snuff-colored dream
vaguely brushed his ample paws
against his muzzle and gave one the
impression of being intoxicated. Yet
true to his original design, he graveIy
sauntered towards lib and made a
clumsy leap. But two quick shots full
in the yellow eyes announced his exit
and after I'd gained my feet we both
sank down YEARLY on his muscular
flank.
well, sir, I reckon Central Africa
never saw such a perfectly astoundet
set of natives as in Feeney Scrawt
and his little ones. There were foul
of their king pins quiescent and We
lolling lazily back on the biggest
| We had laid them to rest as easily as
laughter-loving chauffeur runs
down crippled beggar with so
horse power smoke-wagon. Naturally
it made the crowd nervous, and the
yowls they let out would have fright
ened pumping station into Mysteries
"'Will the lions show fight Wher
they reViVe?' painted.
| "FWill Feeney ring in actors unit
we've used up all the dope" Til
asked, thoughtfully, in return, me
chanically giving our cushion another
desuetude drop. This anger-killel
won't last forever he added, moodily
Then the swamp-light stole into his
eyes again, and / knew some quaint
conceit was adding his brain.
All down, Feeney,' he cried
cheerily, dancing towards the paling
Set 'em up in the other alley
81 pulled him back and tried Il
quiet him, while the aborigines yelpeC
as if afraid of the round, laughing
man who hushed lions to sleep. The
black hands no longer were shaken a
us in derision, but instead were
pointed in hesitation, and by the ges
ticulations and rolling eyes knew
the people were petitioning the chic
to hold up his thumb.
"'Pd like . nice, cool drink from
old Champlain, rambled lib, playing
carelessly with his lions whiskers
old Vermont! Recall those lines
remember, remember the hous
where was born? I can't, but
could if there had been lions in it.
"tHe's about to play anothe
card I warned, giving the neares
lion another shot.
We've four lions now ruminate
lib, proudly. Say, Billy, did yo
ever try to do sum in lions? Now
in adding three columns of lions
when you have two to carry
They are opening the barrie
again. groaned, giving my patron u
as hopeless slave to purple pipe
dreams.
"Tib reeled to his feet and tor
open his shirt and peered under
shRky hand down the line.
More lions he said, simply.
white leopards! Two of 'em!'
corrected.
'Hurrah!' he shouted, and I b.
lieved him thoroughly crazy agar
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