Perth Amboy evening news., 1912-01-04
tOopyright. Isti. By " q. CAapma.
Continued

others wers suitably dressed for adj
venture. for Bradshaw.s idea OF an up
~propriAts costume wHs distinguished
chiefly by long green felt puttees
which swathed hin huge calves and
excited curious inquiry and rihald
comment from the surprised dsnircns
OF each mountain hamlet through
which thsy had passed, to all OF which
Bradshaw remained serenely oblIvious.
The young man. who docs enter espe-
ciA1ly into this tale, was = vestTyman
Of the church In his home in the
suburbs OK Philadelphia. His piety
had been put to a severe strain in the
mountains.
That day everybody had to work on
the trail-everybody wanted to for
that matter. The hardest labor con-
sisted In the driving OF the burros.
Unfortunately there WIS no good and
trained leader among them through
an unavoidable mistake. and the camp
ers had great dif1culty In keeping the
burros on the trail. To Arthur Brad
shaw had been allotted the most OBJ
~stinate, cross-grafned and determined
OF the unruly band. and old Kirkby
and George paid particular attention
to instructing him in the gentle art
of manipulating him over the rocky
mountain trail.
WALL" said Kirkby with his some
what languid, drawing, nasal voice,
that there burro's like q ship witch
I often seed 'em wen I was a kid down
east afore I come out to Gods coun-
try. Nature has pervided 'em with q
kind of a hellum. I remember Ii you
wanted the boat to go to the right
you showed the helfum over to the
left. Sta'boad an port was the terms
as I recoiiects EN-. It's Jest the same
with burros. you takes 'em by the
tilier. that's by the tail, git q good
tight twist on 1t an Ell you want him
to head to the right, slew his stern
sheets around 70 the left, an you got
to be keerfui you don't git no kick
back witch ef 1t ands on you Is worse
n the ree-coli OF a mule"
Arthur faithfully followed direc-
tions, narrowly escaping the outraged
brutc's small but sharp pointed heels
On occasion. His EFFORTS not being
productive OF much success. finally In
his despair he resorted to brute
strength; he would pick the little AMI
NAL up bodily, pack and all--he was q
man OF powerful physfque--and swing
him around until his head pointed In
the right direction; then with q prayer
that the burro would keep It there for
a few rods anyway, he would set him
down and start him all over again.
The process oft repeated became mo.
notonous After awhile. Arthur was q
slow thinking man. deliberate In &C.
ton; he stood 1t as long as he possibly
could. Kfrkby. who rods n horse
and led two others, Ind therefore Was
exempt from burro driving, observed
him with great interest. He and Brad
shaw had strayed way behind the rest
OF the party.
At<Iast Arthur's resistance, patience
and piety, strained to the breaking
point, gave way suddenly. Primitive
instincts rose TO the surface and over
whelmed him like a flood. He de.
1iberately sat down on q fallen tree
by the side OF a trail. the burro halt.
Ing obediently. turned and faced him
with hanging head, apparently con-
scfous that be xasrsted the disappro-
baton that was being heapsd upon
him, for from the Desperate tender
foot there burst forth 40 amazing, SO
fluent, SO comprehensive q torrent OF
assorted profanity. that even the old
past master In obJuration was aston
ished and bewiidered. Where did
Bradshaw. mild and in~oTensive, get
ft? His proficiency would have ap-
palled his rector and amazed his feL-
low vestrymen, Not the Jackdaw OF
Rheims himself vas so cursed as that
little pnrro. Kirkby sat on his horse
in fits Of silent laughter until the
tears ran down his cheek the only
outward and visible expression of his
znirth.
Arthur only stopped when be had
thoroughly enptied himself, possibly
OF an accumulation OF "a Of repres-
afnrs
WALL" said Kirkby, syou sure do
9FCt 0&GtSa Gay 08S 4 tf6t At&14 Gil
It comes to cursin'; wy, you could
gimme cards an spades an beat me.
sns I was thought to have some gift
hathaway In the old days"
7 dfdn't begin 70 exhaust myself
answered Bradshaw, shortly, "and
what / did say didn't equal the situar
ton, Tas ses-s h---.
7 wouldn't do that" urged the old
mau. 'Hsre. you take the horses al,
I'll tackle ths burro.s
Gladly" said Arthur. 81 would
FstheT ride an elephant and drive q
Aerd Of them than waate another mia
ats on this Internal little mule
The story was too good to keep.
and around the camp nre that night
Hsrzhy drawied IL forth. There was =
srssdong ana smsiness Of intercourse IN
sns camp which was natural enough
Cook, ke@u1star, driver. hosE. guest
y, ~ @semwN@a mNsezwmv*s &mx = Nu4 al