The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1910-11-21
THE BIG BUCK
HE DIDN'T GET
Buyer of Sheep Tells of Guile
full Administer
Flanagan.
FELL TO OTHER FELLOW
Who Proved to Be Game
Warden-Paid $50 for
the Sport.


The man who goes about the corn-
try buying up sheep pelts had sat for
some time gazing musingly out on
the rich hued autumn foliage of the
naples, cleaning in the bright Octo-
Der sun, and then seemingly cOnmun-
ing with himself. but loud enough to
be heard by the patent right peddler,
who sat on the other side of the room.
He said:
'"rhe first gray courier OF the COM
ing day had given place in the eastern
sky beyond the hills that look down
upon old Passadanky's waters TO the
crimson herald of the suns nearer ap-
proach."
With a start the patent right pur-
Yeyor ceased twanging through his
nose to Farmer Seely Hunter Of Hard
scrabble the virtues of patent hog
ringer, his cOrn-cOlOred Whiskers RI
yaling in tint the yellow OF the trees
outside. He stared at the sheep pelt
buyer. who paid heed to nothing save
his musings and who continued with
them.
Pure. crisp and spicy" said he,
the rich mid-OetOber air poured in
at the open cabin door Indifferent
alike 10 the sharp swapping of the
hickory faggOts on the broad stone
hearth and the angry dart and Hash Of
the gathering flames"
The buyer Of sheep pelts paused.
pulled up his shirt collar and gaZed
with an approving smile at the renec-
ton Of himself in the glass over the
trotting horse picture hanging on the
wall. The cOrn-cOlOred whiskers of
the patent right knight of the road
were visibly agitated as their owner
gazed WOnderingly in turn at the
sheep pelt gatherer and at Farmer
Hunter. Farmer Hunter gazed in rapt
attention at the sheep pelt buyer, who
gave no indication that he had eye or
voice for either patent right man or
farmer, and who took up again the
thread of his discourse.
The crimson glow beyond the
farther hills deepened and expanded, 3"
he unused. "Ail below was hush and
shadow. Soon the rapidly advancing
sun heightened and enriched the bla-
zonIy of the eastern sky until its tints
lived again in the mirroring bosom OF
the lake save where the hesiJating
shadows of the hills frowned upon il
and still held somber supremacy."
The man who feels that life is real
life is earnest only as il embOdies the
pursuit of the sheep even TO the
shambles thar its pelt may be pre-
empted. paused and gave another hitch
to his shirt collar and another APPROX
ing glance al himself in the mirroring
picture glass. The man whose calling
some folks do not hesitate TO refer TO
as in the piratical class stared at
Farmer Hunter and said. with a nasal
infection like the quavering of the
wire string on banjo:
We'll whatta you know about
that"
To all of which the sheep pelt mer-
chant sat unmOVed and at once re-
turned to his soliloquy:
Gradually broad bars of gold I'M
folded in radiating splendOr against
the quiVering belt of crimson. which
bright herald of their coming paled
before them and slowly vanished. The
wooded SUBMITS already gorgeous in
the robes of autumn cleaned and
glistened. The shadows Of the hills
upon the lake gathered unto them
selves and crept away"
NOdding at his reflection in the
glass and smiling with increased APP
prOval of himself. the sheep pelt buyer
looked about him. With sarcasm that
shook out his cOrn-cOlOred whiskers
as if the wind blew through them. the
patent right man twanged it forth 10
all whom il might concern:
Il had an aunt once who writ
poetry, poor creaturei And she died
from the kick of a mOOley GOVT"
Then il seemed as if the man who
followed the trail of the sheep pelt
like a hound on the tigers track be-
came for the first time aware of the
presence of an audience.
"Why, hello. old Slick and Slip
perry" said he, addressing the man of
such predatory bent commercially that
he pushed patent rights. Il was just
calling up one Of the old times and
things that went along with il. Right
in the line of trade it was. too. Guess
you never knew Administer Flanni-
gan. though. did you? Administer
Flanagan OF GObblertrack Hill2"
III bet a ninety-nine acre black
dirt onion farm, by heck, a'gin a two
rod stony sheep pastur' that / knOwed
him every bit as much az you ever
did" exclaimed the patent right
man. and the insinuation in it was so
sharp that il must have hurt his nose
with every tWang as il came forth.
Good" said the sheep pelt buyer
effusively, as if the news gave him
pleasure. For now YOU can appre-
ciate better this incident of the old
times that I've been musing on.
You would never have suspected it
of Administer Flanagan, / know. [
didn't. L had been hearing of a nice
lot of sheep pelts that were ready for
market over back of the Passadanky
headwaters, and one day along about
this time o year L was on my way to
that land of promise TO gather them
pelts in and / ran against Administer
Flanagan in the woods.
stopping to have a little talk with
him, / told him where / was going
and what l was going there for.
"'YOu got plenty o time said AK
minister. stop with me at my cabin
till tomorrow, said he, and I'll take
YOU out and give you a shot at a
deer
I'D heard a lot about the great
sport OF deer hunting, OF course, but
didn't know any more about il than a