The Yale expositor., 1908-03-06

heIleUlDeT lile lON-Hedut uTBeu.
Gimme it. he growled, forgetting
he had already made it disappear.
Chief Chuck now lunged forward,
not waiting for the word His eyes
were bloodshot and soapsuds hecked
his mouth. / could see he had dis
carded all frills and fancies and meant
just plain, ugly business. In a second
they were a revolving wheel of legs
and arms.
Soak him. | howled, dancing up
and down, and suddenly the bunch
few into two pieces, and each piece
finally quoted down and resolved
itself into man. lib was the man
standing
- feel kind OF cheap, he grinned,
feebly.
But, dear, dear If you only could
have seen Chuck! He sat perfectly
quiet, gazing abstractly at a tree, only
moving to cautiously place his hand
on his jaw. And the astonished crowd
saw the swathy flesh pun out to the
size of an orange. You see, sir, lib
had been unable to really injure his
iron frame and bullet head heretofore.
He had made him smart, had pestered
him, but he hadn't really weakened
him any. That smash on the jaw
with the hammer-head was like having
the elevated hit you. And the mob,
always having believed him invincible,
couldn't understand it.
When he staggered to his feet he
lurched to lib with open hands, and
sorrowfully and carefully examined
the death dealing knuckles. Then he
shook his head gingerly and croaked:
Big medicine. White mans Shaman
is great spirit
I'm a Methodist, said lib. grimly.
keeping this brass knuckle from all
human ken.
Methodist big medicine, repeated
Chuck simply, walking back to his
corner with a slightly swollen, err
ratio gait. Dam big medicine
"One OF his henchmen speedily
brought him a case bottle of cheap
rum, and after swallowing the greater
portion of this he began to change
his mind a bit and protest that the
Seal Shaman overstepped any Metho-
dist by several yards. And cracking
his heels together to show he was
still in fine fettle, he rushed to drag
lib from his corner II was at this
critical point, sir, that lib delivered
his famous sprocket-wheel swing, the
blow that famed his shoulder for n
year.
For, just as Chuck sank almost TO
one knee in letting drive his sinewy
left, lib sprang two feet into the air
and swung his terrible, battling right
in a complete circle and brought 1t
down, palm outward, squarely on top
OF the astonished, barbarous slugger's
thick-thatched Uranium, not once, but
thrice. The hammer-head projected
from the fist for an inch Chuck SIM
ply rolled over on his side with one
in horror.
lone two, three painted lib. stand
ing over his foe and accompanying
each count-out numeral with trem-
bling sweep of his fat forefinger.
30 WOW! owl groaned the heath
ems.
-Four, five.' continued lib. firmly.
80 WOW. owee, Shaman! Ought
walled the fiat-faced audience, praying
in vain to their totem poles.
IDA, da, da,' gurgled the baby, as
its custodian rolled it into the ring
so as to gain freedom of motion to
beat her head against the hideously
carved wooden pillars.
six, seven added lib, remorse-
lessly, STOPPING quickly and picking
up the growing purse.
Faster, faster! Give him the
count in a rush. l screamed, entirely
losing my head.
Eight, nine, the old chap called,
now counting more slowly in rebuke
to me, thus giving the PROSTATE chief
a fair chance to rally.
and the tribe, thinking he was
pumping more evil-spring tonic into
its leader, began supplicating him
with a medley of sounds to quit his
magic.
"'Ten-and QUIT cried lib, huggins
the baby close.
Down and out! Hooray!' l yelled.
cutting an intricate pigeon wing, much
to the kids felicitation.
"'Out?' groaned Mr. McBurr, thicf
ly. staggering to his feet. Say, white
man, what did it? What brought the
darkness And in awe and with
something akin to reverence he light
| ly stroked the cluster of horns on the
top of his head. For the trio OF blows
had caused as many little mountain
peaks to push up the coarse, black
hair.
"'Big medicine replied lib, setting
the baby on his tired shoulder and
| jumping over the ropes.
THE spectators instinctively started
to stop us, but Chuck, being a square
sport, once the battle had been fought,
hung dizzily to the ropes and with
bowling head waved them back. Let
them all go. Methodist! Big medi-
cine! he muttered.