The Ely miner., 1913-08-29

some ODeJleQC son OIL gun III tuo
midst of 'em, movin' 'em along to-
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 off 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. juty
well performed.
You can sort O. dimly ketch onto the
shock 1t was to me, a-drillin' into
camp at Wolf Nose Crick in this yere
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 'em !;
where's the stock?"
"Calm yourself" says I, 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 influ-
ences, drinkin' at the pure springs O.
four great American commonwealths,
layin' on fat like aldermen, an in a
advanced. state of segregation. Your
ORDERS" says I, tickled to think how
I'd remembered langwidge so fur
above my station in life, your orders
was to put EN- next to the damp
spots, an keep 'em fur apart, an has
been obeyed regardless"
Up to that time l 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, it grew important
not to let him go on so, f'r couldn't
let any reel man talk to me that-a-way,
an in less time than it takes to men.
tion it, l had the boys a-holdin' me,
and Mr.. Jackleg stannin' without
hitchin'.
~ may hev been hasty in my re.
marks" says he; "but I've been out
with all the men 1 could git FIR two
weeks, an how many of our herd do
you s'pose 1 have been enabled to col.
lect?",
"Not KNOWN, CANT say" says 1.
"Just hundred an fifty-seven!
says he.
Good" says l. you've got nc
kick comm I 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 come!
An at that he flies off the handle
ag'in, an lights out f'r 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 range-stuff FIR the next two years
Them dogies was as we'll offs if they'd
been in upholstered sheds eatin' gild
ed hay. When OF Dakoty starts out
to kill stock, she reg'lar 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 it won't do no moral harm. As
was perfectly square an right, the
brand inspectors at Omaha, Sioux
City, Chicago an Kansas City was or
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 sizt
of Norman hosses, an as fat as Suf
folk pigs-the word goes out from
Wolf Nose Crick to every ranch CT
the range, that the anti-slum crusade
was off, an J-Up-And-Down stuff wa!
to be shipped as rounded up. FL
weeks an months, I'm told, pret' neal
every car had some of 'em. ToI
grassers, they was at last, in weigh
an price, an when the half of 'em was
in, the estate of A. Macdonald, dis
eased, was wound up, tight as drum
intrust an principal, an Jim Elkins
had left little trifle O. five thousand
beeves, wuth around a hundred apiece
free an clear, an the record of Aeon
ite Driscoll as philanthropist, {
humannytarian, an practical-cow
puncher, was once more as clear as {
Christians eye.
An this is how Jim Eikins got hi.
ante in this New York game he's a
buckin' so successful. An so it wa:
that my little meet-up with Siou2
City shell-man, which I'm lookin' fel
yit, results in reg'lar Pullman sleep
er trip to Chicago, where I'm the
guest of honor at feedin' contest in
stituted by Mr. James R. Elkins
whereat Mr.. -Witherspoon,
mean. and dead game after all, if any
one should inquire-makes a tall
about the pleasure it affords all of us
to see our old friend Elkins restored to
those financial circulars where he was
so we'll known, an so much at home;
an alludin' to me as restorer-in-chiei
by virtoo of my great feet, an losin
ten thousand dogies so that Pinker
ton himself couldn't find 'em ontil the
wilderness saw fit to disgorge 'em In
it's own wild an woolly way. An fin'ly
I'm called on an made to git up
locoed at the strange grain ground
but game to do my best, an after