News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1913-07-16
Yelled "lnjuns!" and stampeded.

sCiCI HJAiiS! ana SCanlDSQeQ.
fenderfoot, the hVst bea1l' r.ada by mis-.
Hahe. MOREOVER we cova Joys l,eaon gsd
10 two sacta og9 esrsa2s, and OTHERS OF
no account. Asi III our essasA t11is
Jesse psaSas Which ~ Pie, lard eaaams
ton bsfng b<sst Esan, having a pair OF
gold mounted sprgS won at guards
from Pieface, our old foreman. I'd
rolled cantle, double-rig Cheyenne of
carved leather, and silver horn-a
dandy saddle that, first prize for rope
and tie down" again all corners.
Gun, belt, quirt, bride, hat, gloves
everything, my whole kit was silver
mounted and everything in it a tro.
ply Of trading, poker, or fighting. Be.
sides my string of ponies I'd Tiger,
an entire black colt I'd broke-though
own he was far from convinced
Add good payday in my off hind
pocket, and dye think I'd own up to
them twelve apostles for uncles? Dye
know what glory is? Wall, suppose
1t mostly consists of being young.
Time / speak Of our outfit had
7turned over three thousand head OF
long-horns to the Circle S and rode
right into Abilene. Thar we was to
take the train for our home ranch
down south, and l hoped to get back
to my dog pup ROCKEFELLER. And yet
I'd never before been on a railroad
and dreaded the boys would find out
how scared l was of trains.
I lit in Abilene with a blush, and
gust stood rooted while a guy selling
gold watches reads my name graved
ION the saddle, and then addresses me
as Mister Smith. Old Pieface, scared
for my morals, did kick this person
. sudden and severe, but all the same
that Mister went to my head.
The smell of indoors made my stom
sach flop right over while we ranged
Hp brave at the bar for a first drink
The raw rye felt like flames, though
the preserved cherry afioat in it tasted
familiar, like soap. At the same time
the sight of gambling layout made
my pocket twitch, and I'd an inward
conviction telling me this place Amt
good for kids. It's the foreman sent
me off with a message.
rolled my tail, and curved off with
Tiger to take in the sights of the town
HE SHE'D heaps, and it's curious to
think why he objected to sign-boards
awnings, lamp-posts, even to a harm
less person lying drunk. Then a rail
road engine snorted in our face. sc
Tiger and me was plumb stampeded |
up little side street. It's thar that
h oil hoBg MI
of a kneeling man with a straw hat
and a punctured soul, praying abun
dant. OF course this penitent turned |
round to enjoy the bucking match |
and sure reveals the face of my old |
friend, Bull Durham. We hadn't met |
for years, so as soon as Tiger was
tired, Bull owned to finding the Lord |
and being stony busted, ask If l was
saved. l seen he'd got 'em bad, and |
shared my wad of money level with |
him. So we had cigars, pound OF |
chocolate creams, an oyster stew, and |
he bought bottle of patent medicine |
FOR his liver. We shared that, and |
went on, he walking by my stirrup to 1
the revival meetings.
This revival was happening at a
barn, so l rode in. Tiger, you see,
needed religion bad, and when people |
tried to turn him out, he kicked them. |
You should just have heard what the |
preacher told the Lord about me, and
all the congregation groaned at me
being so young and fair, with silver |
harness, and the hottest prospects
sust as Pieface always said when l
was late for breakfast.
They had a great big wooden cross
upon the dais, and somehow. l dunno
why, that made me feel ashamed. A |
girl in a white dress was singing /
"Rock of Ages"-oh, most beautiful, |
Der arms thrown round the cross, the !