The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-11-15

a dog has TO think about. more 70 re.
member. nothin' to wag. Two days
been there. and the peanuts Is getting
few. Little gray mother. dad. the
Happy Ship. just dead. that's all. dead.
didn't hear the two horses como.
but there's young person behind me
sort OF attracting attention. When he
moves there's tinkle of iron. creak-
ing leather. horsy smell, too. and pres
emily he sets down along of me. cross
legged. l showed him the peanuts. but
he lit cigarette. offering me one.
Though he wasn't. he just felt same
as a seafaring man. so didn't mind
him being there.
He wanted to look at my sheath
knife. and when l handed Il he seen
the lettering Green River" on the
blade. He'd been along Green River
and there's no knives like that.
Then I'd got to know about them
iron things on his heels-spurs. We
threw peanuts. my knife agin his
spurs. and he won easy. Queer how
all the time he's wanting to show him
self of. He'd never seen salt water
before. So we went in SWIMMING, and
afterward there's lunch he'd got
with him-quart Of picked onions.
and cigarettes.
This stranger begins to throw me
horse talk and COW stories. It seems
cow-punchers is sort of sailors OF the
plains, only IT'S different Seafaring
men gets wet and cold, and wrecked.
but cowboys had adventures instead,
excitement, red streaks OF life. Fol
lowing the tea. been missing life.
Why. this gay amt no more'n two
years older'n L,e-say, seventeen. nut
he's had Ave years ridin' for one man,
four years for another. six years in
Arizona, then three in Oregon, until
he's added up about half a century.
Says his names hull Durham.
Well, his talk made me small and
mean as a starved cat. but that was
nothing to the emotions at the ether
end Of me when he got me on one of
them horses. wanted TO walk. Walk!
The most shameful Ihirgs he knew
was walking and telling lies. II I
walked he'd have nothing more to do
with me. | rode till ~e got to the
ferry
You know in books how there's a
line CT stars acrost the page to show
the authors grief. | got 'em bad by
the time we rode into Invicta City.
Draw the line right thar:
We're having supper at the Palla-
dunn, and I'm pretty nigh scared.
There's menu to say what's coming.
In French SO you don't know what
you're eating, and burned if can find
out whether to tackle an a la mode
with fingers or a spoon. Bull says it's
only French for puckeroo, sort OF
four-legged burrow!ng bird which in
habits silver mines, but IL don't like
that the lady will fetch me foe par
Well, | orders one, and by the lady's
face ! see | done wrong. even before
she complains to the manager. I'm
surely miserable to think I've insulted
lady.
The managers suspicious OF me. but
froggy can't keep up. although he
smiles and shrugs. and gives us sang
fraws to drink.
This sort of cocktail had, was the
first liquor I'd tasted. It's powerful
as a harbor tug. dropping me out OF
the conversation. while the restaurant
turns slowly round with a list to star
board, and Bull deals for basket in
the front window full OF decorated
eggs. Says they're vintage eggs. all
verd-antique and bookay. For years
the millionaires of Invicta has shrunk
from the expense. My job when we
leaves is to carry the basket. cause
Bulls toting a second-handed SADDLE.
dunno why Bull has to introduce
me to the gentleman who keeps the
peanut store down street--seeing Id
dealt there before ANYWAY I'm intro.