The Green Forest tribune., 1909-11-05

E. Lippincott CO.,
 "Then the ambulance come up an they all hit the trail, an the major kin O grins at me when says: How about the wolf skin?'
 "'You keep that says he, to thinK1 O me on.'
 "Sometime after that I was east. Went to Chicago to see about sellin some cattle an one day I seen in the paper that the colonel was stationed at Fort Sheridan, so I thinks to my self I'll just drap in on him. So called him up on the telephone an says: Colonel, the ole gray wolfs come to see you an wants to smoke the peace-pipe.'
 "'Who is it?' says he, kin O sharp.
 "'Member the gray wolf that you skinned alive at the first shot?' says.
 "'Good Lord!' says he. Come out, Jim, an we'll smoke that pipe over aN drink
 Tt warn't till I'd been there four days that I noticed that whenever l met any O the ladies O the garrison they'd dodge an scurry fur cover worsen a skeered quail When this'd happened four or five times, I begun to think that somethin' was up. So one night when me an the ole man was settin' in his den, I says: Look here, colonel looks to me like I'm about as popular here as skunk at a church social Whats the matter?
 "'All your imagination, says he. Come into the drawin' room where the ladies is.'
 There was about ten of 'em in there playin' bridge, an the doctors wife had them durn horse-hide cyards in her grub-hooks an was askin' ques- tions about 'em. The ole lady turns to me an says: Here's the very man who can tell you all about 'em.'
 q didn't say nothin' cause I re- membered that I'd told the ole lady some kin of lie about them cyards. an to save my life I couldn't we told what I did tell her, an I didn't want to make myself out liar before stran- gers, so l just kept my trap shut.
 Tell 'em,' said the colonel, edgin' up to me. It's all among friends, Jim. Tell 'em,' he says.
 "'Go on, colonel,' says one of 'em, squawkin' out
 "'Well, you all know that he give 'em to my wife, says he, an you've all noticed that they're some peculiar i. in the materials what they're made of
 ".Oh, yes, yes, says they; never seen anything like it.
 Maybe you don't know that Jim there has lived among the Injuns fur 35 year, an he shore knows the red skin natur. Tell em about the Stovels ranch fight, Jim, says he.
 An, bein' plum fool an tfIsAkin' in my fool heart that the ole man seein' my bashfulness was tryin' to help me out O my fix, I went ahead N an told 'em an told it good. Man, you could we seen ole man Stovel layin' behind the ole 'dobie wall pumpin' bullets at the Apaches, who had killed his wife out by the well, 50 yards from the house, an him tryir' ; to git the body. I tell you every hair on them women's heads was standin' up like porcupine-quill, an when l says, but he never gifts the body cause the Injuns carried it off, they was gaspin some.
 "'An' that's where I come in,' says the colonel. 'Jim'd been Twin among them Injuns fur eight year. Course it wasn't his fault says he, lyin' artful like. He was captured when he was boy, so he didn't know no better but, when they carried off the body O that poor woman, poor ole Jim, he took an skinned her an made the skin up into them playin' '-cyards, an he cuts off her long yellow hair, says he, producin one from behind hig back
 Poor ole Jim,' says he. I'm sor ry, ole man, this come out; but youv got your pardon, an it's not certain you killed the woman anyhow Man! Man! Them women juI natchally quit, an the colonel, he too one look at me where I'd set dow hard on the floor.
 "'Come on, Jim,' says he; we'd h ter leave
 T was so durned mad couldn't ss word; so pulled out fur my bed, 1 shore cusses the ole man.
 When I vent down the ofice line to the cyar-would you belie it?-every durned person cut me dea The ole man come ridin' up just al got on the cyar, and yells after n Send me that wolf-skin, Jinsa F look nice with the cyards U quire
 q was so blamed mad that jumped off the cyar an throwed brick at him an hit his orderly"
 There was pause, ended M u glass being thrust under the old ma nose.
 Drink" we said; ''this is not u the Hassayampa. These be the q ters of Truth"
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