The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1913-08-30

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 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. E. had squoze my hand, sort o
weepful on moonlight nights. but
stronger'n onions in a sense o july
well performed.
You can sort O. dimly ketch onto the
shock IT was to me. adrillin 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 EN-;
where's the stock"
Calm yourself" says ]. droppin my
hand to my gun; 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' in1u-
ences, drinkin' at the pure springs o
four great American commemorative.
layin' on fat like aldermen. an in a
advanced state Of segregation. Your
orders" says |. tickled to think how
Id 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 riZ, II grew important
not to let him go on so, fr / couldn't
let any reel man talk to me that-a-way,
an in less time than 1t takes to men,
ton 1t, 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 | could git f'r two
weeks, an how many Of our herd do
you s'pose | have been enabled to col
lect?"
Not KNOWN, CANT say" says /.
Just a hundred an fifty-seven!
says he.
Good" says I. You've got no
kick comm. l 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
An at that he flies OF the handle
ag'in. an lights out fr the East with
the estate all unwound, l s'pose.
Now. everybody knows the rest OF
this story. Everybody knows how
grass an water an winters favored
the rangestuff f'r the next two years
Them dogies was as we'll offs II they'd
been In upholstered sheds eatin' gild
ed hay. When OF Dakoty starts out
to kill stock, she regular Mountain
Medders- Massacres 'em; but when she
turns in to make a feed-yard OF her
self, she's a COW paradise without
snakes. The hist'ry of these dogies
illustrates this pint, an shows oul
beautiful system of enforcin' honesty
in marketin' range cattle whereby the
active robbery is confined to the
stock-yards folks and the packers
where 1t won't do no moral harm. Al
was perfectly square an right. the
brand inspectors at Omaha, Siou1
City. Chicago an Kansas City was OF
the lookout FIR J-Up-And-Down steer:
in the intrusts of Mr.. Jackleg's NAV
glitch: an after every roundup, some
on 'em would dribble in with the ship
ments. an be sold an proceeds COB
bled accordin' to Hoyle An wher
things got good-dogies about the siz|
+, of Norman bosses, an as fat as Suf
folk pigs-the word goes out from
!, Wolf Nose Crick to every ranch Oh
, the range, that the anti-slum crusade
was off. an J-Up-And-Down stuff wa
to be shipped as rounded up F.
, weeks an months, I'm told, pref nea
every car had some of EN-. To'
grassers, they was at last, in weigh
: an price. an when the half Of EN- wa
in. the estate Of A. Macdonald, dis
eased, was wound up. tight as drum
intrust an principal. an Jim Elkin
> had left a little trif1e O. five THOUSAND
beeves, wuth around hundred apiece
;, free an clear. an the record of Aeon
. lite Driscoll, as a philanthropist,
humannytarian, an practical-coW
puncher, was once more as clear as
!, Christians eye.
An this is how Jim Eikins got hi
b ante in this New York game he's g
). buckin' so successful. An so 1t wa
:. that my little meet-up with a Siou
o CITY shell-man, which I'm lookin' fe
4 yit. results in a regular Pullman sleeI
q er trip to Chicago, where I'm tn
II guest of honor at feedin' contest II
u stituted by Mr. James r. Elkin!
y whereat Mr.. Jackleg-Witherspo
! mean. and dead game after all. II an
II one should inquire-makes tai
q about the pleasure 1t affords all OF u
= to see our old friend Elkins restored
h those financial circulars where he wa
y so well known. an so much at home
r. an alludin' to me as restorcr-in-chft
"a by virtoo of nv great feet, an losil
a ten thousand dogies so that Pinke
Al ton himself couldn't find 'em ontil tn
O. wilderness saw fit to disg0rge 'em
O. its own wild an woolly way. An fin'l
~ tn, BALLAD IN an made TO git u