Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-08-30

SOlue ODtJleOt son OF Il gun III the
midst OF EN-. movin' EN- 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. f. 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 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 a 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' influ-
ences, drinkin' at the pure springs O
four great American commonwealth,
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 | 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, FIR | couldn't
let any reel man talk to me hathaway,
an in less time than it takes to men,
ton II, | 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 I.
Just a hundred an fifty-seven,"
says he
Good" says l. you've got no
kick comm. | 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 FIR the East, with
the estate all unwound, 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 well offs if they'd
been in upholstered sheds eatin' gid
ed hay. When OF Dakoty starts out
to kill stock, she regular Mountain
Medders- Massacres EN-; 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 our
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. AS
was perfectly square an right, the
brand inspectors at Omaha, Sioux
City, Chicago an Kansas City was on
the lookout f'r J-Up-And-Down steers
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 when
things got good-dogies about the size
of Norman bosses. an as fat as Suf-
folk pigs-the word goes out from
Wolf Nose Crick to every ranch on
the range. that the anti-slum crusade
was off, an J-Up-And-Down stuff was
to be shipped as rounded up. FIR
weeks an months, I'm told, pref near
every car had some of 'em. Top
grassers, they was at last. in weight
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 hundred apiece.
free an clear, an the record of Aeon
lite Driscoll, as philanthropist a
humannytarian, an a practicalcow-
puncher, was once more as clear as a
Christians eye.
An this is how Jim Eikins got his
ante in this New York game he's a
buckin' so successful. An so 1t was
that my little meet-up with a Sioux
City shell-man, which I'm lookin' fer
yit, results in a regular 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. Jackleg-Witherspo l
mean. and dead game after all, II any
one should inquire a talk
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 80 much at home:
an alludin' to me as restorer-in-chief