New-York tribune., 1910-06-19

WE were sitting round the fire smoking and
w chatting the night | first met Clinton Sebor
1t after supper, and Cal and the Goldfish
had just left to stand guard the herd Ole Bill
Harris and myself to relieve them eleven o'clock
Curly, wagon boss singing the last verse of
the Zebra-Dun when we heard some one coming.
Din! Din Din!
You Lazarushian leather Gunga Dini
M BRqqsh % rn IEf 6s5{Sd a s y0g and ed ayed yo you
You're better than | am Gunga Dinl
Its Clinton Sebor" said Bill; that's one O them
foreign songs he's always singn'."
The newcomer rode into the light of the fire, and his
CHEEKY Hello boysl' met by 'HoWdy, Clint2''
from the men they got up to shake hands Ole Bill
introduced me, and all sat down again. Clint
produced box of Havanas from one saddlebag, and
from the other he pulled out vepound box of candy
both of which he handed to Bill with the remark that
dorothy and the boy thought you might be starving
to DEATH.
Harris grinned his thanks. How'd little Bill like
them snaps | sent him?'
Fine was the reply. "He even wanted to sleep in
them the night after they came"
At eleven the odtiner and myself mounted our
horses and off to the herd. We rode round them
once trot, and then they making no trouble
slowed down to a walk.
Harris profered cigar and light; so for a few
minutes rode in silence. Then, no longer able to
restrain my curiosity, said:
How do you happen to be getting cigars and candy
from the owner of the Walking X?"
Well said Bill, Its quite yarn; but | reckon
I'll have to tell it TO you you'll be pesterin the life
out o me.
TT about seven years ago this summer. | a
sitn in front o my quarters at the ranch, when up
drives Jim Hartley in his blackboard. There was a
Young fellow with him. Easterner. He hops out and
asks for the boss McGill runnn' the Walkin
outfit in them days and when he around the cor
ner o the corral pointed him out. I'm chuckwagon
lue if the kid didn strike him for iObi Mac looks
him over and grunts kind o disparagin; but he puts
him on.
Clint bunked with me, and POGO POGO found why
he left the East. He was from Philadelphia. Been
teller in a bank. They was somepn wrong about four
months before the boy West. and they sends him
to the pen
Purity the cashier gets hit by automobile and
killed The result is they finds the said cashier was the
one twas stackn the cards, n Clint
"O' he gets pardoned right away; but he's
powerful sore at his folks, n specially girl he was
gOn to marry
'Oh, he was pizen ag in em You know four months
in the pen amt conducive to lovn' feelins
"rH.~- good worker and a favorite with the
boys. 1t weren't long before he could ride and shoot
with the best of EN-. The Wakin' didn't have
nothin much but carnival men in them davs, an the
boys that didn't cash their pay checks at the bar O. the
White Elephant spent their money for cartridges
Which don't mean they a lot o man killers; but
they Jus natchuly took pride in bein able to shoot
The next spring we a Chasin' the cattle gettin'
ready to ship. One mOrnn, when we had some fifteen
hundred head miln aroun near the S. T. tracks the
Sunset comes along and stops. Somepn' the matter
with her engine.
Clint had been cuttin yearn's for nigh onto two