Bisbee daily review., 1913-12-30

of the spooh. iin there's ohly few lcft over. and I'm safe along with Bull
 So far every body seems pleased Bull whispers in my ear. Make for the back door. you son of a sea cock" which offends me, being true. waves an egg at the band for silence. and calls out. Ladies and gents From the back door seen how all the dudes has to stand dead still for fear of dropping an egg.
 Ladies" says Bull. ''has any of you seen a live mouse? On the way up among you, seems I've dropped my mouse. and it's climbing skirts for solitude"
 Then there's shrieks. screams. la dies throwing themselves into the arms of them dudes. eggs dropping squash, eggs going bang. Bull throw ing eggs at avery man not otherwise engaged, and such a stink that all the lights goes out. I'm grabbed by the scruff of the chicken. run out through the back door. and slung on the back of a horse. Bulls yelling Ride! Ride! Git a move oni" He's hogging the horse with his quirt, he's yelling al me: Ride. or we'll be lynched!"
 My mouths full of feathers, chick en's coming all to pieces-can't ride daresnt fall of. So on the whole dug the chickens spurs into Mir Horse, and rode like hurricane in panic. All of which reminds me that the hinder parts of an imitation bird Is comforting whar she bumps. Stil draw them stars across.
 
 I'm feeling better with twenty miles between me and Inyicta City. The sun transpires over the eastern sky. line, the horses is taking a roll, I'm seated on the remnants of the chicken, and Bull Durham says I'm his adopt. ed orphan.
 Looking back it seems to me that the first nights proceedings was calm. Thar was the fat German fire brigade pursuing an annual banquet across lots by moonlight, all on our way north, too, till the wagon capsized in a river
 Thar was the funeral obsequies of pig. late deceased, with municipal honors, until we got found out.
 Then we was an apparition of an. gels at a revival camp, only Bulls wings caught fire, and spoiled the whole allusion.
 Yes, when ! looks back on them "a. dium nights entertainments along with Bull Durham, see now what a success they was in learning me to ride. What you need" says he, ''is confidence. Got to forget mere mat ters of babeas corpus, and how your toes point. and whether you're looking pretty. Just trust you horse to pull through, so that you ain't caught In the flower of youthful innocence, and hung on the nearest telegraph pole. |"
 Once I been to a theater, and seen play. Thar's act one, with fifteen minutes hoping for act two. Thar's act after act til you just has to fill up the times between with injun war whoops, until act five. when all the ladies and gents Is shot or married It just cayn't go on. So the aujience says, Let's go'n have a drink" and the band goes of for a drink, and the lady with the programs tells you to get to hell out of that
 It's all over. The millionaire Lord Bishop of Durham is only Bulls father in-law. Bulls not exactly a cowboy yet-but assists bis mother, Mrs Brooke, who is chef at Q ranch. Bull won't be quite popular with his moth CT for having gorgeous celebrations with the hundred dollars she'd give him to pay of little debt I'd better not come to the ranch after leading mummie's boy astray from the paths of virtue.
 There's the dust of Bulls horses way of along the road, and me settin' down by the wayside. dog sets down in his skin, tail handy for wag- ging, all his possessions around him I sin't even got no tail.