The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1913-11-27

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l stayed close to my rude bush
tepee all the rest of the day, but as
night drew nearer began to feel my
wild, beast-like nature taking posses
sion of me. Like all wild animals l
started for the open in search of food.
On my way l found snake which
had been dead a month L. know, be-
cause | counted thirty freckles on his
back, one for each day. Twas hungry.
wanted something fried, so l went
to the river, walked out into the water
and, after some futile efforts caught
fish. l gathered up some sticks,
got some flint, and soon had fire.
l fried some fish on the dry shell Of
a terrapin that l had assassinated a
few hours before. | took the back
bone of the fish and made knife
and fork out of it. The fish eggs l
set under an old whippoorwill which
had its nest on the roof of paw-paw
tepee.
certainly went back on nature.
However, l don't believe that when
this earth of ours was manufactured,
there was included in the contract
the varmints we call mosquitoes. At
night when l would try to sleep,
especially after | had had pretty
good supper, these little insects
would gather about my tabernacle Of
the wilds and sit on the nearest
sprangle of air that overlook my HUI
man, living form, and in tones Of
dulcet melody never to be forgotten
by their honorable servant, they sang
a funeral dirge.
After they sang awhile few of
them thought it was about time for
the ceremony of ceremonies. Three
or four at time would come closer
to my frail and fleeting form, and a
few of them who doubted my ability
of shaking off life garments and as
cending to the Great Beyond, would
test the validity of the occasion by
suddenly backing up to me and
puncturing my sun-burnt, brier-
scratched flesh. That funeral lasted
all night every night.
decided that would send some
word back to my friends and let
them know that | was still alive.
One morning found piece of slate
rock about six inches square. l
walked down by the spring, picked
up a rock, broke it, and inside l
found piece of keel. Keel is what
the Indians used to make paint out of
and is solf like the lead in a pencil.
With this keel l wrote the following
letter:
81 have been in the forest for six
days. Have more fun than you could
shake stick at. Went to a party the
other night. l met Miss May Hogany,
Miss Sugar Maple, Mr.. Red Haw,
Old Polk Berry and Mr.. Soft Maple.
The last fellow got smart and began
to bark around at me and l slapped
the sap out of him and told him to
leave. After the party we went
home, as l was anxious to see my
paw-paw tepee and find out how the
old whipoorwill was getting along
Matching fish eggs.
Ihave not got my new fall suit and
hat yet, but I think l will 60 down to
the city soon. l think l shall get a
brown suit. Have been wearing
white ever since came here. l don't
care for fancy things like used to.
l believe I'll just stay out here all the
time. 1t certainly is a delightful
place to live. never lived in place
before when was so much in love
with my neighbors. In fact, they are
the only decent neighbors ever had.
l haven't met a living soul since I've
been here. really haven't felt like
dressing up and going away anyplace.
Mr.. Bundle Bee called on me yester-
day and tried to make me get up and
move around a little. He kept insist
ing until we almost came to a battle.
He slapped at me once or twice and l