Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1914-04-24

rode over the divide and down Bear
creek. He rode all day through the
widest, toughest country he had ever
seen, and at sunset turned up Pinto
valley on trail so stiff and narrow
that more than once he elected to get
off and walk
1t was IL o'clock when he dismount
ed before log cabin and was greeted
tby the baying of two huge deerhounds
Then Pat Glendon opened the door, fell
on his neck and took him in.
II knew ye'd come, Sam, me boy,
said Pat. the while he limped about,
building a fire, boiling coffee and fry
fling a bear steak ."The young un amt
home the night We was gettin Short
of meat, and be went out about sun.
down to pick up deer. But Ill say
mo more. Wait till ye see him, He'll
be home in the morn, and then you can.
try him out. There's the gloves. But
wait till We see him.
''As for me, I'm finished Eighty one
come next January an pretty good for
y an ex-bruiser But never wasted me-
self, Sam, nor kept late hours an burn
led the candle at all ends. had a
flashed good candle an made the most
tof it, as you'll grant at Iookin' at me-
And I've taught the same to the young
Eqn. What do you Think Of a lad Of
twenty-five that's never had drink In
his life nor tasted tobaccoI That's
Thin
He's a giant, and he's lived natural
all his days Wait till he takes you
out after deer He'll break your heart
traVelin' light. him a-carryin' the out
fit and big buck deer belize. Hes a
child of the open air an winter nor
summer has he slept under roof. The
open for him. as taught him.
"The one thing that worries me is
how he'll take to sleepin' in houses an
how he'll stand the tobacco smoke in
the ring Ills terrible thing, that
smoke, when you're fighting hard an
gaspin for air But no more. Sam, me
boy You're tired an sure should be
sleepin'. Wait till you see him. that's
all Wait till you see him"
But the garrulousness of age was on
old Pat, and it was long before he per
mitted Stubeners eyes to close.
"He can run deer down with his
own legs; that young un," he broke
out again /" It's the dandy trainin'
for the lungs, the hunters life. He
don't know much of else, though he's
read few books at times an poetry
stuff. He's just plain pure natural, as
you'll see when you clap eyes on him
He's got the old Irish strong in him.
Sometimes, the way he moons about
it's thinkin' strong / am that he be.
lieves in the fairies and such like He's
a nature lover if ever there was one
an he's afeard of cities He's read
about them, but the biggest he was
ever in was Deer Lick He misliked The
many people, and his report was that
they'd stand weedin' out That was
} two years agone the first and the last
time he's seen locomotive and a train
Of cars
Sometimes it's wrong I'm thinkin'
am, bringin' him up a natural. It'll
given him wind and stamina and The
strength of wild bulls. No city grown
man can have look-in against him
I'm willin' to grant that Jeffries at BIZ:
best could a worried the young un /
bit. but only bit The young III
r,uld a broke him like a straw An
i be don't look it. That's the everlasting
wonder Of it. He's only a fine seem
Z ing Young husky: but IFS the 0ualitz
Of bis muscle that's different But wal
! till We see him. that's ALL
"a strange liking the boy has 70
. posies. an little meadows a bit Of PIN
: with the moon beyond, windy sunset
t or the sun O morns from the top Of oil