Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1914-11-29


snow water drink As this more'n human natur'
could stand they threatened drive him out O camp
to be ct up by wolves.
Things fooballish sort languished Miss from then
on till the signs pnted to breakin up O the trail an
then we was recalled the business o the futur
by the loud-mouthed arrival O Pieface Baldwin an
Hookeye Cookson, drivin team O dogs hitched to
sled some weighted down with assortment O junk in
stout boxes.
ave can't linger for moren wee smile, says the
perfidous Hookeye he toted box into the cafe an
the miners gathered around Heres this yere box for
Macpherson, an we left truck at the cabin O
Britons Pride, which shore betty An lastly
but not leastly here's two modest bags o dust what's
been duly weighed an sealed by the official assayer O
White Hoss, an if We gen linen will kindly deposit
similar amount ag'in the aforesaid bags pronto,
Macpherson hold the stakes We will have upheld the
frecked fame O Red Ant in proportion to your meager
means an we'll be hikin back to town afore the
slips from under the sled runners.
"Dust?" repeats Big WEIGH, frownin. "The same
pertains to which,"
"If your name is still WEIGH an not Wesher," i'm
pefdent1y says Pieace Baldwin, "ths yere donation is
the stake money pertanin to game O football, to
be played here jest the snow has took lnal
wings an fed
Which remarks would shore have made Clusters
Last Fight tame affar-for Big Welch had discarded
his belt an limberin up for carnage-but for the
arrival O. Brons Pride An Sailor Dutch sourly asks:
"Seein as how the White Hoss dust has arrived,
spears to me, young man, that we've roped us into
a lot O trouble growls Father Time.
II don't see why should be hornSWoggled out of
our dust jest along O the braggin of foreigner hows
One an Half Him bein that close listed, Miss, that
he had neuragy in his wrist every time he took match
from his own pocket light his pipe.) @Let em take
their dosgone dust back, an the Johnny Bull along
with it. They can blow on home improvements an
hang tcther."
Briton's Pride looked sort O. unsettled about the
gils but he stood up straight an stiff an says, If
thes enough sportn blood in this yere camp outfit
ornery hea keep that dust here. If neces
sary can play alone ag in the whole White Hoss team
@Hat rumbes Big WEIGH Il remember My
strenuous endeavor to extermlnate the brand called
Hollands from the Circle lett my mind bit clouded.
The dust will be covered The who refuses to
come up with his legal share will interview an
briefly: H., loss O downward limbs previous
ditions O. servitude worlin any Peface an
Hookeye will take their departur arer bein sufficiently
dampened interiorly an without maxim any
prejudiced remarks
A FULL month passed afore anything happened an
then the whole camp o White Hoss blew in
mornin the ground bein' bare O now, but an
soggy Now Miss, far from bein' ready; but
so far as the signs O the sodyac predculated
would be ready ben strong pint to bluff to the
bitter end Skowhegan greets Mccullough:
Hello, old hossfy Heard yed crawled down south
to save your pestiferous pelt."
"We've waited so long we've overturned, reproach-
fully adds the Painkller.
Whereat Readin, Ritn', an Rthmetic, wearin' thick
pads O. burlap their knees an elbows in most
curious fashion, linked SOS they looked like
Odd Feer's pin an laughed themselves into convusve
bowknot while Mccullough did the Arctic Circle Dip
O. Death with Pieface (he bein the dancn SYM
boil o great joy an confidence amongst hardy men,
Miss.
"Whercs foreman, the Pride?7 anxiousy asks l.