The San Francisco call., 1908-05-31
MISHAPS

quiet. gazing abstractedly at a tree
only moving to cautiously place his
hand on his jaw. And the astoniShed
crowd saw the swarthy flesh puff out 10
the size of an orange. You see. sir, Tib
had been unable 10 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, al
ways having believed him invincible,
couldn't understand it.
when he staggered TO his feet he
lurched TO Tib with open hands, and
sorrowfully and carefully examined
the death dealing knuckies. Then he
shook his head gingerly and croaked:
Big medicine. White mans Shaman is
great spirit
"T'm a Methodist said Tib. grimly
keeping his brass knEckle from all
human ken.
Methodist big medicine repeated
Chuck simply. walking back to hts cor
ner with a slightly swollen, erratic
gait. Dam big medicine
Zone OF his henchmen speedily
rum, and after swallowing the greater
portion of this he began to change
his mind bit and. protest that the
Seal Shaman overstepped any Method
ist by several yards. And cracking his
heels together to show he was still in
fine fettle. he rushed to drag Tib from
his corner. 1t was at this critical
point. sir, that Tib delivered his ia
nous ~'Drocket wheel swing the blow
that lamed his shoulder for a year.
For. just as Chuck sank almost to
one knee in letting drive his sinewy
left, Tib sprang two feet into the air
and swung his terrible. battling right
In a complete circle and brought IL
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
deep groan. and his children howled
in horror.
lone, two, three painted Tib. stand
ing over his foe and accompanying
each count-out numeral with q trem-
bling sweep of his fat forefinger.
30 WOW. owv groaned the heath
ems.
"Four. fve' continued Tib. firmly
40 waw. owee! Shamani O-u-g-h"
walled the fiat-faced audience. praying
in vain to their totem poles.
sDa da. da. gurgled the baby. as
it's custodian rolled 1t into the ring
so as to gain freedom OF motion to
beat her head against the hideously
carved wooden pillars
"'Six. seven added Tib. remorse-
lessly. stopping quickly and picking up
the Growing purse.
"Faster. faster, Give him the count
in rushr i screamed. entirely losing
my head.
Eight. nine the old chap called.
now counting more. slowly in rebuke
to me. thus giving the prostrate chief
a fair chance to rally.
And the tribe. thinking he was
pumping more evil spring tonic into
it's leader. began supplicating him
with a medley of sounds to quit his
magic.
~sTen-and out" cried Tib. hugging
the baby close.
Down and out. Hoorayr yelled,
cutting an intricate pigeon wing,
much to the kids feIicitation. Z.
"'Out? groaned Mr.. McBurr. thick
ly. staggering to his feet. Say. white
man. what did it? What brought the
darkness And in awe and WITH
something akin 30 reverence he lightly
stroked the cluster of horns on the
had caused as many little mountain
peaks to push up the coarse. black
hair.
= Big medicine replied Tib. setting
the baby on his tired shoulder and
jumping over the ropes.
The spectators instinctively started
to stop US. but Chuck. being square
sport. once the battle had been fought
hung dizzily TO the ropes and with
bowing head waved them back. LIE
them all so. Methodist, Big medi-
ciner he muttered.
"'owee: oweey eoushed the tribe"