Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-08-29

crowded tenement laws. 1t ccTrupts
the poor little inherent calves. It's
a Mulberry Street shame. You are,
therefore, ordered an directed to dis
seminate these beeves over wider
expanse Of the moral heritage You,
Doc. take Ole an the Greaser, an
| goin' south an west with as many as
you can round up, drop OF carload
r so at every waterin' place an fs1m-
mer resort up the Belle Fourche an
the North Fork, ever onto the Powder,
an as fur as Sheridan. When yeh
| git short o. cows, come back f'r more.
There amt no real limits to yer eff
/ forts short o. the Yellowstone We
must obey Mr. Jackleg's orders about
huddlin'. I'll give Absalom an Pike
the Little Missouri, the Cannon Ball
and the Grand valleys. Git what help
you need; grant power to each Of
yeh to send f'r persons an papers an
administer oaths. If necessary. I'll
cake my crew an try to gladden. the
waste places along the MOreau on
Cheyenne an White Rivers with
dogies, Get your gangs. an scatter
seeds o kindness an long four-year-
olds from hell to breakfast For as
yeh SOW even shall yeh reap II a
| critter smothers from crowdin' sev'ral
\ to a townships these hot nights. some
body's goin' to be held personally re-
! sponsible to me. You hear. s'pose p
rs this straight goods, Aconite?''
says Doc.
"Am I Professional humorist,
says /, "or am I the combined Fresh
Air Fund, S. p. C. A, and Jacob A.
Riis Of these yere hills? Am the
main squeeze OF this outfit, an the
head of a responsible COVER ment, or
am not? Hit the grit" says l. IAN
began irradiatin' steers"
Obedience is lovely thing, fellers,
an man poised in an air-ship few
thousan' feet above given pint SOM
eres in the neighborhood o. the Hay
| Stack Buttes, armed with a good long
range peekeriscope, might have OBJ
served a beautiful outbust OF it, all
that golding autumn, on the part OF
q class Of men presumably onsubordi-
nate-the ungrammatical but warm
hearted cowboys They preached a
mixed assortment a fair-to-middlin'
steers unto all men. The Ten Thou
sand was absorbed into the landscape
of four great states like a ship-load
o. Swedes into the Republican party.
The brethren of the ranches heared
gladly the gospel of obeyin' orders, an
wherever a wisp of cows amountin' to
more than double handful congre-
gated together in one place, there was
some obeiient son of gun in the
midst of EN-, movin' :em along to-
wards the bubblin' springs, green
fields an pastors new of Mr.. Jack
legs orders. 1t was touchin'. never
felt SO good, so sort o. glory-hallelu-
| jahish in my life, as I did a-ridin' back
to Wolf Nose Crick in the brown Oc-
tober weather, with the dogies of my
mind an the map, thinkin' of how
Mrs. q. had squoze my hand, sort O.
weepful on moonlight nights, but
stronger'n onions in sense o. July
well performed.
You can sort o. dimly ketch onto the
shock it was to me. a-drillin' into
camp at Wolf Nose Crick in this we're
peaceful frame of mind, to find Mr..
Jackleg there, madder'n massas-
sauga, an perfectly shameful in his
feelin's towards me.
where's these ten thousand head
O cattle. Driscoll?" he hollers on see
in me. Here's your receipt for 'em;
| where's the stcck?'
Calm yourself" says l, droppin' my
| hand to my gun; s.the dogies is all
| right. The dogies is out yam in the
most unhuddled state Of any outfit on
| the range, fur from the slums of Wolf
Nose Crick an their corruptin' influ-
| ences, drinllin' at the pure springs o.
four great American commonwealth,
| layin' on fat like aldermen. an in q
| advanced state Of segregation. Your
! ORDERS" says /. tickled to think how
I'd remembered langwidge so fur
above my station In life, your orders
was TO put 'em next to the damp
spots, an keep EN- fur apart, an has
been obeyed regardless"
Up to that time had looked upon
him with contempt; but the way he
turned in an damned me showed how
sorely I'd misjudged him. AS my re-
| spect fer him rig, 1t grew important
not to let him go on so, FIR coQldn t
let any reel man talk to me that-a-way,
an in less time than it takes to men
ton it, had the boys a-holdin' me,
and Mr.. Jackleg stannin' without
hitchin'
81 may hev been hasty in my re-
marks" says he; 'but I've been out
with all the men I could git f'r two
weeks, an how many of our herd do
you s'pose I have been enabled to col
lect?"
mot KNOWN, CANT say says /.
"Just a hundred an flfty-seven!"
says he
Good" says i. you've got no
kick comm. couldn't have done bet
ter myself. But you won't git as many
in the next two weeks! Cheer up; the
wust is yet to comet
| - NJ.