River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1913-08-28
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But mentlOnln COlOT, Inc IuOu6HI VI
that little affair do make my face as
red as a cow-town on payday. When
I turn that tale loose we'll make a
one-night stand Of it by the grub
wagon. It comprises shippers pass
to Sioux City, sure-thing game In
that moral town, which I win out by
bacldn' my judgment with my Colt,
an a police court wherein the bank
roll and my pile was rake-off for the
court. Charge, gamblin'. All hands
plead guilty All correct says you, an
quite accordin' to the statutes made
an pervided; an so says |, ontil
casually picks up a paper in Belle
Fourche, an sees that 1t was phoney
police court, not only owned and con-
trolled by the shell men, which
wouldn't be surprisin', but privately
installed as a sort of accident insur-
ance on their other game.
Hell hath no fury like a woman
scorned," Mr.. Elkins remarks to me
one day, but all that is goin' to be
changed when l ketch up with that
police judge.
Ridin' the range makes a man talka-
tive with the scenery, an when | sees
that Sioux City paper, I turns loose
some remarks in the presence of a
gentleman who subsequently turns out
to be Mr. Elkins.
Thanks" says he.
when did you acquire any chips In
this little solitaire blasphemy gamer"
says !, mad, as a man allus is if he's
ketched solloloquisin' to himself
"a man." says he, with all the side
tracks filled with cars O. cattle an
more comm, an no gang, is in, ex
proprio vigore," says he, whatever
that means, anywhere where cuss-
words is trumps."
He never smiled except back in his
eyes, an /, likin' his style, hires out
to him, an was third man on the J.
Up-And-Down Ranch from the day the
dogies begun to be unloaded, till
James r. Elkins went to New York,
with a roll that would choke blood
sweatin' hippOpotamus.
Third man, says l, an if you think
the first was the Old Man, ]. r. E.,
you know, you've got another conjec-
ture comm Number One was Mrs.
Elkins an | reckon some Of her New
York :riends'll enter into conniptions
to know that, in lessn' year, half the
boys called her Josie-in their Dreams
at least-an' some on 'em to her face;
but none to her back by a damsitei
The Old Mana lot of us called him
Jim habitual-was a one-lunger when
this doggy enterprise started, all
mashed in body in the collapse Of the
boom at baltimore; an them as
thinks | refer to any loggin' accident
is informed that l mean the town-lot
boom in the city Of baltimore, as is
more fully set forth elsewhere, the
same bein' made by reference part
hereof, marked Exhibit A." which ex-
plains the broken bones aforesaid.
Financially, he was millions worse
than nothing, if you can understand
that Personally, can't. Zero is the
bottom of the spondulix scale fer me,
altf ough the thummometer seems to
prove it amt necessarily thus. Any
how, the Old Man had Josie, an any
man from Sturgis to Dog Den Buttes
would have shouldered all Mr.. Elkins'
shrinkages, especially the below-zero
part, to'ye had her jest once smooth
the hair off his beaded brow, let alone
take charge of him like a HEREFORD
heifer does her fust calf Which is
sure the manner Josie took a-holt and
managed the Old Man. But this
haint no love story. Quite the re-
verse. It's the Tale of Ten Thousand
Dogies."
| found out that when Mr. E. went
into the bulb in a business way, this
Wolf Nose Crick Ranch went around
bankruptcy, instid of through it, be-
cuz. mostly, nobody thought it with
IA thought An to them as think
strange of ten thousand sters, even
dogies, bein' bought by busted
boomer, I'll state that any man with
the same range, an not absolutely a
convicted hoss-thief, could've got 'em
by givin' the same cutthroat chattel
mawgitch. Old Aleck Macdonald did
sure sell EN- to Mr. Elkins reason
able, though, because James r. had
made him good deal of money in
this boom, an they was only dogies,
anyhow
Now, this bein' my evenin' fer tellin'
the truth, I'll state that ten thousand
dogies is sure complicated problem
on the range. The distinction be.
tween them an regular native range
COWS lays in the lap O. luxury in which
the dogies is dangled in the farmin'
regions where they originate The
first little blizzard, they'll hump up
an blat fer home an mother. They'll
gaze fondly at a butte ten mile off,
expectin doors in it to slide open.
an racks full Of clover an timothy to
pull out an be forked out to EN-,
They look grieved an wiring their jaws
becuz water with the chill took of
amt piped to their stalls, an they
moan cause they amt no stalls. I'd
as soon run a Women's an Babies
Home. You CANT get it into their
heads where the water-holes is, an
it's allus an even break whuther
they'll STAN an freeze in their tracks,
or chase after some bunch of 2:10 ma
tives ontil their hooves drop of.
That's why Macdonald talked as he
did about EN-, as I'm informed.
Take EN- says he, IAN don't fiat
ter yourself I'm donatin' anything.
They's no feed fer EN- in their native
Iowa at any Twin price, an on the
other hand, fifty per cent of EMIL die
gettin' over their inconsistencies on the