The Prescott daily news., 1908-09-02
lie Moved No More.
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 A man with red beard and hair, the latter protruding in front from hole In his woolen hat. freckled, homely. stood on crest peering at something In the distance. His attitude denoted surprise He nervously ran his thumb under his left gallus, thrust the other hand in his pocket, took it out and shaded his eyes with it. His had been the only cabin within ten miles, and now, since he had visited this part of his domain, log hut had gone up within two miles of him and smoke was curling from the chimney.
 Starting forward, he triangulated his cowhide boots toward the strange edi- flee. When he reached it he looked in at the open door. The only sound was from a loud ticking clock. A child about six months old lay asleep in a crib manufactured from the limbs of the trees growing on the ground. the
 
 placed it. The man entered the room-there was but one approached the child and looked down upon it with a singular expression on his weather beaten face. Then he put his brown forefnger under its pink and white dimpled hand, and the little ones fingers frightened on it.
 Presently he went to the door and looked out. No one was in sight. He turned. A flour barrel stood in cor ner. Dipping his finger in soot on the chimney. he wrote on the barrel head:
 Dere Sur. I don't want no naburs. Elf you wont sell out to me I got to move.
 SIRIUS MOFFATT.
 MT. Moffatt, having written his mes- sage, left the premises, casting a part ing glance at the slumberng child That night he slept but little For years he had been moving away from his fellow men. He didn't mind bears or coyotes or snakes, for they were his legitimate prey, if not companionable, but he didn't like men, because he said there's law agin shootin 'em." He had moved many times and now being over forty years old, was be- coming averse to change. Yet here was a family settled right under his nose.
 He waited week, thinking that his neighbor would communicate with him, but he didn't. So at the same time of day G in the morningl as he had made his first visit he made an- other He found the same conditions. The door stood open: the clock rattled off the seconds; the child slept. But there was one thing new On a board over the fireplace intended for man. tel rested the lid of a cracker box on which was written:
 WON'T BUY OR SELL.
 Cyrus looked disappointed. He turn ed to the child. Five rosy toes peeped from under a blanket. The man took the big toe between his thumb and finger very gingerly. It seemed made of wax, and he was afraid of crushing it. Then he put his forefnger again in the little palm to feel the clutch of the pink fingers, and when it came a grin overspread his ugly features. Then he walked to the fireplace, read the message again and grew serious It angered him. Turning the box lid over, he wrote on the other side:
 I'm cumin to morrer mornen at this time to drive you out.
 As he was leaving he again caught sight of the child, paused, glanced back at the message he had written, pondered, then stalked out of the house and away.
 The next morning, taking down his rife from the wall, he went to his neighbours cabin. He expected that this time he would find his man and what other members of the family there might be. He was surprised to find only the child. It was awake. It had kicked off it's blanket, and a pair of chubby little legs were high in the air. It smiled at him. Approaching, he clasped its two ankles in his great wrinkled fists. The child made grab for his red beard and pulled sturdily.
 The noisy clock had licked away