River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1914-02-26
Copyright, 1913. BY The Century Co.

heavy deer, under Wnlcn ne mONeu aS
if it were weightless
He was dressed roughly in blue over
alls and wooden shirt, open at the
throat. Coat he had none. and on his
feet instead Of brogans were mecca
sins Stubener noted that his walk
was smooth and catike. without sug
gestion Of his 900 pounds of weight to
which that of the deer was added
The fight manager was impressed
from the first glimpse Formidable
the young fellow certainly was, but
the manager sensed the strangeness
and unusualness of him He was
new type, something different from the
run of fighters.
He seemed a creature of the wild.
more a night roaming figure from
some old fairy story or folk tale than
a twentieth century youth.
A thing Stubener quickly discovered
was that young Pat was not much of
talker He acknowledged old Pats in
PRODUCTION with a grip of the hand, but
without speech, and silently set to
work at building the fire and getting
breakfast
To his fathers direct questions he
answered in monosyllab as for in
stance, when asked where he had pick
ed up the deer.
South fork" was all he vOuchsaf fed
Eleven miles across the mountains,
the old man exposited pridefully to
Stubener, IAN a trail that'd break
your heart"
Breakfast consisted of black coffee
sour dough bread aud an immense
quantity of bear meat broiled over the
Goals. Of this the young fellow ate
ravenously, and Stubener OWNED that
both the Glendons were accustomed to
an almost straight meat diet.
Old Pat did all the talking, though it
was not till the meal was ended that
be preached the subject he had at
heart
Pat boy" he began. you know
who the gentleman isl"
Young Pat nodded and cast quick.
comprehensive glance at the manager.
We'll, he'll be takin' you away with
him and down to San Francisco"
I'D sooner stay here. dad" was the
answer.
Stubener felt a prick of disappoint-
ment 1t was a wild goose chase aft
er all This was no fighter. eager and
fretting to be at it. His huge Drawn
counted for nothing. 1t was nothing
new. 1t was the big fellows that
usually had the streak of fat.
But old Pats Celtic wrath f1ared up
and his voice was harsh with COM
mand
You'll go down to the cities an
fight. me boy. That's what I've train
ed you for an you'll do it"
"All right was the unexpected re-
Spouse, rumbled alphabetically from the
deep chest.
And fight like - the old man
added.
Again Stubener felt disappointment
at the absence of flash and fire in the
young mans eyes as he answered:
"All right When do we start?"
"Oh. Sam, here, he'll be wantin' a
little huntin' and to fish bit as well
as to try you out With the gloves.
He looked at Sam. who nodded.
Suppose you strip and give m a
taste of your quality"
An hour later Sam Stubener had his
eyes opened An ex-6ghter himself, a
heavyweight at that. he was even a
better judge of fighters. and never had
he seen one strip to like advantage.
''See the softness of him." old Pat
chanted. "'Tis the true stuff. Look
at the slope of the shoulders an the
lungs of him. Clean. all clean. to the
last drop an ounce of him. You're
lookin' at man. Sam. the like Of
which was never seen before. Not a
muscle of him bound
'.No weight litter or Sandow exercise