The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1912-06-01


scrambling out of Dreamland.
"Aw, key down, Johnny QuitcherI
yawpin'l Want the hull stat o. Cali.
forna in on this picnic?" inquired the
sleep.breaker, clapping a hamlike hand
on Bung's shoulder and forcing him to
his knees
Bung beheld menacing him from
above terror of a man, whose brist-
ling beard, narrow set eyes, and gro
tesque rags gave him the general APP
pearance of gorilla that had run
away with a scarecrows clothing. The
Santa Clara Valley during spring and
summer, is Universal Headquarters for
hoboes; and it was evident that Bung
must share the riverbed with one of
these
Whatever got in yer sack, Chino?"
asked the wandering one, glancing hun,
grily at the bundle in Bungs handker-
chief
"Me catchee chow replied Bungl
rather sulkily.
What y packin' yer own peck for?"
exclaimed the hobo in a dialect that
was as strange as Bung's own. Lem
me see 1t, Boz" he commanded, snatch
ing at the bandana.
"Ah, mol sabe you!" expostulated
Bung, while the other man, not denying
the implication, began untying the
knots. Bungs mind was concentrate
ed on the inside pocket of his blouse,
where the ten-dollar gold piece the
Judge had given him felt as big as a
diShpan.
We'll if dat amt jest like a Chink!"
exclaimed the son of leisure as he)
opened the bundle and reviewed its
assorted provisions. "Carryin' is own
grub when he might be panhandlin' I'll
off the rubes!"
What TO- you no talkee Mclean Ian
guage?" asked Bung with freezing
scorn.
Some likes one way, some another"
said the wanderer. you don't talk
like the president O. Harvard yerself.
Jaw, sabe you-you hobo!" shifted
Bung.
'Y' git me the very first time,
agreed the tramp. What's your mont
kerr"
"Whas you call him."
whats your heather name?"
"Ah Lee Bung."
Mines Mike the Pig" announced
the hobo.
"Golly-you catchee heap funny
name!" laughed Bung, heartily enjoy
ing the comedy of Mike the Pig
Glad y like it," growled Mike,
paving over Bung's provisions with an
appraising hand. When he came to
the package of tobacco he opened it
and rolled himself a huge cigarette. He
laid out the four potatoes and peeked
into the can of raw rice. The punk
aside as matters of small account One
small parcel, wrapped in a slip of news
paper, he opened with some curiosity.
When he saw what it contained he
looked up pityingly.
Soap" he exclaimed. He raised
the parcel and cast it among the bush
es far down the ravine
"Wha' TO you thlow my soap?" howl.
ed Bung Indignantly.
"Y' can't eat it, can ye?" inquired
Mike the Pig, continuing to root among
the provisions. "Rice an spuds is
goods far as they CO." he went on
Wit what I frisked, I guess we can
stew up pretty big slumgullion"
The scarecrow rose and fumbled
among the bushes on the bank of the
dry creek, Mysteriously he brought
forth a Plymouth Rock hen whose
fresh-wrung neck dangled dfsmally. AT.
ter throwing the feathered corpse at
Bung's feet, he drew a dozen dirty
carrots, an onion, and a gallon can
of water from the same source.
All Lee Bung squatted against a
post and showed no sign of interest.
His face was perfectly inexpensive
yet his brain was busy with all sorts
of schemes for saving his provisions
and escaping from this savage inter.
loper whose companionship charmed
him not. Mike the Pig was now gath
ering twigs and charred sticks along
the course. Bung raised himself
stealthily to his knees and slyly reach
ed for his can of rice; but Mike turn
ed suddenly and caught him in the act,
darting a glance so terrifying that
Bung settled back all in a heap.
At last the hobo started cracking
fire between two stones and set a
can of water heating over the flame.
"Cook?" he inquired of Bung, turn
ing suddenly upon him
Il cookee TO white mani" said Bung