The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-07-18


Them biscuits have got consider
!, able sallyratus in EN-, ] guess, hc
used to say when he laid n pan OF
heavy, yellow Jumps of dough on the
table, but it seems to take a hear
Of it to operate this flour. Fear ys
not death-ye won I mind it with &
little raw onion and plenty of salt,
"He had been at the Blue Moor
about two months. and Brady stood
for him all right. AS long as the cuss
keeps sober, he suits me, he said
Then one fine day this Quong Wong
hcathen showed up. Nobody knew
where he came from, but he was first
seen around the cook s shanty chat
terng away with Don. That was early
the lads began chatting Don about his
new pal.
'' That's all right, says he. when.
ever | sees chance to win over n
heathen soul ] IN the boy to go after
! it, m goin' to convert that heather,
and give him religion, same as I've
got myself.
! bers told the rest of the gang that
he had peeked into the shanty and see
Don and the Chinaman drinkln some
thing out of bottle Ed Martin al
lowed that was lie, because he
didn It believe that the Don would
lower himself by maxim that free
with a Chink; but the words WASH t
out of his moth when they hear a
mad yelling, and Don comes capering
out of the shanty. flourishing his gun
and taking snapshots al the atmos.
phcre. The boys duckcd for cover. not
knowing but that Don might take a
fancy to shooting at some Of them
same as he had at the old Mexican.
Presently they see him make 2 bee
line for the building where the horses
was, and soon he comes out leading
the old plug he came to the Blue Moon
on, mounts into the saddle and away
and Brady being away at tho time
| Ididn t hear of the affair until later on
that afternoon. Then he wanted to
know what became of the Chink, and
one of the boys goes to the shanty and
finds him sitting there alone. What
ever Don had been drinking, it didn It
look as if the Chinaman had hit up the
stuff to any extent, for he was as
sober as nudge. The boys brought
questions as to how he came there and
what he was after, The Chinli was
much bigger man than the general run
of his kind, and spoke pretty good
English. too. But all that Brady could
get out of him was that he could do
American cooking and thought he
might be able to get Job helping the
cook.
Well, says Brady, Il don t know
but what you re responsible for get
ting Don off on this tear. You look
like foxy reptile. Bnt anyway we We
got to have some one to dish mp the
food and a Chink can I be much worse
than a drunken iunatic, You can take
hold and let us see what YOU can do.
Maybe Don II show up again
''But that S Just what Don failed 10
do. He never even came back to get
the trihe of wages due him. and no
tracks to- Meanwhile the Chink got
the Job and made good. He could Ger
tainly cook some, and the Blue Moon
boys learned TO enjoy the best kind
of feeding Still. they didn t take to
the new cook. which | suppose was nat
ural enough, for no man in this sec
tion Of the country is over and above
fond of that breed. AT the same time,
there WASH I any liberties taken with
was. he gave you the impression Of
being man that il would be wise 60
leave alone There s some people that
nature seems TO have q danger stamp
on. and that IS how il was with this
Quong Wong | saw him one day when
dropped in to the camp to see Brady
on some business. and | couldn 4 help
but notice the queer gleam in his lit
tie pig eyes.
'''T aim stuck on Your new cook.
says ] to Brady. Mostly them kind of
people are harmless enough except
when they get TO using the hatcbet on
each other; but that chap has got
something bad hid under all his quiet
ways. I'd bet my head he s one of
the high mucks In Tong society, or
something Of that kind, and is inst
he s butchered up Los Angeles or Fris.
60 way
=" Maybe so. says Brady, but that
ain t none Of my business. All r.
know is that he is a lightning cook.
aud could make a fine stew out Of old
shoes If he had to. Wait till you
taste some of the stuff he serves up
and you won Z care if he belonged TO
all the Tongs from here TO China. III
though, He keeps big rattlesnakc
for pet in that shanty where he
sleeps that seems TO know him like
dog does his MASTER
. How can you teIl7' | asked.
Z" Well, it was like this saws
Brady. You see. he doesn't sleep in
the bunk house with the rest of the
gang, SucSScQ IndJ the DONS WOuIdn I
care about having a Chink put in with
them, and so to keep things peace.
full | rigged him up place in an old
shanty where he could be by himself
One night ] was passing by there, when
/ heard a kind of queer whstling mu-
sic and looked in the door. There
was Mr.. Wong squatting on the floor
with a kind of flute in his mouth, pIav.
ing away like fur, and right in front
Of him was a fourfoot rattlcr swaying
his yellow barred body in circles from
side TO side in time with the music.
1t made my hair stand straight on my
head for moment, IL was such an un-
expected sight. Wong heard me gasp,
looked mp and stopped playing The
instant he did so the rattler stopped
swaying and remained with half it
body erect and poised III the mir as
though stiffened to stone, The Cbink
made n motion with his flute. and it
dropped like a fash and glided away
into Il narrow wooden box that lay in
corner of tho shanty.
Wong didn L seem in the least
disturbed over my visit. When /
binted that ] didn't quite approve Of