The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-11-08

picket rope off Black Bess az ed
her hare back, bridleless, guiding .IeI
with his hands and squirting at the
COW.
| 1t was too much for Crazy Jane; a
misunderstanding Jack-in-the-boX;
hornets that you couldn't kick; a yell
ing centaur, swearing the hide off her
back. She gave one lingering YOU
! Who?3 and scattered for her life.
Then I laughed.
! 1t had all happened so suddenly that
I hadn't pretended to take any part-I
hadn't even moved from the spot I
stood on until Brandt's barking away
gave me the suggestion to get after my
own horse.
why didn't you shoot her dead as a
| doornail?" I asked. as he slipped off
Black Bess beside me- Not that I was
MT consumed with envy at the beauti-
full exhibition he'd given.
shoot branded cattle?-pot muchee!"
he cried Say, what sort of a Wild
! West picnic do you think We're on, any
way? / believe you're one o. them En-
! glishmen in disguise, come over here
1 TO hunt buffaloes n Intuns on Broad
way" He was filling the magazine be-
1 fore he did anything else. and snapped
/ the cartridge with a 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 forever
/ if I'd shot her
"Oh. my rep-don't let that worry youi
Everybody out here knows that 1 can't
! tell the difference between a COW and a
chipmunk; though, if I remember right
ly the chipmunk is a leetle bit smaller
and has no horns. while the COW"
Lucky y know that" snorted
Brandt. But We gotta hike-git this
camp cleaned up am beat the bush fer
tn res voir An I don't like that Crazy
Jane-not little Bit
We'll, I'm not in love with her my
self didn't seek the introduction"
remarked.
Meanwhile we were getting our
things picked up, the horses saddled
and ourselves aboard as fast as posi-
bic.
Il don't like her-that's ALL" Brandt
repeated. meditatively, scanning the
bluff edge with eXpectant eye before we
rode off. It's quite a while sense
come up with one o them critters out
here. Didn't know they was one on
tn plains this season. Did you git her
brand? I made II Two Bar Lazy z
that don't b'long anywheres in this
country-'n' If 1 amt wrong that's
what they call the Lazy Susie-blongs
out to Centennial valley; n If I'm
right,-that crazy-lazy Susie Jane was
on her way straight to New York Z
hunt tenderfeet-one in particaler-
when she come up with him here"
Sweet OF her
an he give her tn marble heart.
But you needn't TO worry-Jane amt
one t. mind a little thing like that when
CHI r~lr LII.
tie She'll be back all right l expect
Wen come home some night m find her
settin' up in bed waitin' fer us-with
one o yer boots in her hand n the
wash basin on her horn. Why, likes
not she's got a whole bunch O. them
Lazy Susies she's leadin' on a person.
ally conducted seem New York tour.
Then, again, likes not they amt an
other one of her nearern Centennial or
TIL Yallistone, where they're huntin'
bears fer pastime. But then, again,
mebbe she's a loner-cne o. these here
old maid cows don't know what to do
with herself-round maxim trouble
wherever she goes. You mark
what I say-well come up with that
Crazy Jane outfit inside twenty-four
hours. n v can't thank yer Uncle
Brandt If she don't fetch a whole bunch
n stampede tn tent-y'll have L thank
pain Olu GTOF uenCes InaI : all.
The prospect wasn't alluring; and il
didn't grow any more so as Brandt
retailed his experiences of stampedes:
one of his stories which I don't need
10 give, winds up. "Oh, yes, we found
a collar button And everybody has
read enough stories of where a whole
herd-frst a dozen. then a hundred.
then misunderstanding blindIy after
4 leader. roll a laundering wave across
the plains, frantic hoofs beating to a
Jelly-to dust-everything in their path
as the horde sweeps by.
L had had an experience nvself-a
tnere taste-and yet it was one of the
three times in my life when 1 felt dead
iy fear. looked out Of my tent one
morning and saw that Muldoon. nick
eted some distance away. had tangled
her rope in the sage brush, and I went
out TO free it. 1t was dawn. but the
cattle We're ID and a hundred or so
were grazing in the vicinity. Merely
glancing ar them. went on my knees
while / worked the wet rope out OF the
knots and snaTls in which IL was twist
ed. 1 was startled by "You-whor,
close at hand.
The cattle. scattered a moment he
fore. were focusing their attention and
their steps on me. Curiosity urged !
them to hurry. One began TO trot-alI