The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1913-07-11

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of men and raised 4 reluctant steam
from the warm stones of he streets
and houses.
Curly followed his nose down the
first tortuouS street into which his ire
sponsible feet conducted him. At the
lower end of it. on the bank Of the ser
pentine stream, he perceived al open
gate in a cemented rock wall. Inside
he saw camptires and a row of low
wooden sheds built against three sides
of the inclosinc wall. He entered the
Enclosure. Under the sheds many
horses We're champing at their oats and
corn. Many wagons and ~buckboards
stood about with their teams harness
thrown carelessly Upon the shafts and
doubletrees. Curly recognized the place
as a Wagon yard, such as is provided
by merchants for their ont of town
friends and customers. No n was in
sight. No doubt the drivers Of those
wagons We're scattered about the town
Seeing the elephant and hearing the
owl"
Curly had satisfied the hunger of an
anaconda and the thirst of a camel. SO
he was neither in the mood nor the
condition Of an explorer. He ZigZagced
his way to the first wagon that his eye
sight distinguished in the semidark-
ness under the shed. 1t was 4 two
horse wagon with a top of white al
vas. The wagon was half filled with
loose piles of wool sacks. two or three
great bundles of gray blankets and q
number of bales. bundles and boxes.
After several unlucky efforts at last he
conquered gravity SO far as to climb
over a wheel and pitch forward upon
the best and warneSt bed he had
fallen upon in many a day. Then he
became instinctively a burrowing ami
NAL and dug his way like Il prairie dog
down among the sacks and blankets.
hiding himself from the cold air as
snug and safe as q bear in his den.
For three nights sleep had visited Cur
~ only in broken and Shiverinc doses.
Six c~Owpuncl1erS of the Ciholo ranch
We're waiting around the door of the
ranch store. Their ponies cropped
grass near by. tied in the Texas fash
ion-which is not tied at all. Their
bride reins had been dropped to the
earth. which is a more etfectual way
Of securing them (such is the W of
habit and imagination than YOU could
devise out of a half inch rope and a
live oak tree.
These guardians of the COW lounced
about, each with Il brown cigarette pa
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ingly cursed Sam Revell, the store
keeper. Sam stood in the door. snap
ping the red elastic bands on his pink
madras shirt sleeves and looking down
atf%ectionately at the only pair of tan
shoes within a forty mile radius. His
offense had beer serious, and he was
divided between humble apology and
admiration for the beauty of his raj
ment. He had allowed the ranch
stock Of ~"smoking" to become eX-
hausted.
II thought sure there was another
case OF it under the counter, boys,'' he
explained. But it happened to be
catterdges."
you've sure got a east of happenedi-
citis,' said Poky Rodgers, fence rider
Of the Largo Verde potrero. some
body ought to happen TO give YOU a
knock on the head with the butt end
of a quirt. I've rode in nine miles for
some tobacco, and it don't appear nat
ural and seem]y that YOU ought to be
allowed to live"
1.-The boys was smokin' cut plug and
dried mesquite leaves mixed when |
left" sighed Mustang Taylor, horse
Wrangler of the Three Elm camp.
"They'll be lookin' for me back by 8.
They'll be settin' up. with their papers
ready to roll a Whit of the real thing
before bedtime. And I've got to tell
EN- that this pink eyed, sheep headed.
sulphur footed. shirt WASTED son or
a calico broncho, Sam Rcvell, hasn't
got no tobacco on hand"
Gregorio Falcon. Mexican vaquero
and best thrower of the rope on the
Cibolo, pushed his heavy, silver EN-
broidered straw sOmbrerO back upon
his thicket Of jet black curls, and
scraped the bottoms of his pockets for
q few crumbs of the precious weed.
"Ah. Don Samuel he said. %reproach-
fully, but with his touch of Castilian
manners, "eXcuse me. Dthey say dthe
ja%ckrabbeet and dthe sheep have dthe
most leetle sesos-hOw you call dthem-
brain-es? All lon believe dthat, Don
Samuel-escuse me. All dthink people
wat don keep esmokin' tobacco, dthey