The Socialist and labor star. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1911-1915, 1914-02-27


bit.h
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 a trail so stiff and narrow
that more than once he elected to get
of and walk.
It was II o'clock when he dismount-
ed before a log cabin and was greeted
by the baying Of two huge deerhounds
Then Pat Glendon opened the door, fell
on his neck and took him in.
81 knew ye'd come, Sam. me boy"
said Pat, the while he limped about,
building a fire, boiling coffee and fry
ing a bear steak. THE young un amt
home the night. We was gettin' short
Of meat, and he went out about sun
down TO pick up q deer. But Ill say
no 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.
LAS for me, I'm finished. Elshty-one
come next January an pretty good for
an ex-bruiser. But never wasted me-
self, Sam, nor kept late hours an burn
ed the candle at all ends. had
dashed good candle an made the most
of it, as you'll grant at looklt at me.
And I've taught the same to the young
IN. What do you think OF lad OF
twenty-five that's never had Il drink in
his life nor tasted tobacco? That's
him.
Hes q 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-cargyin' the out
ct and big buck deer belize. He's
child OF the open air an winter nor
summer has he slept under roof. The
open for him, az 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. IT'S a terrible thing, that
smoke, when you're fighting hard an
gaspin' for air. But no more, Sam, Inc
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-
United Stubener's eyes to close.
HE can run deer down with his
own legs, that young un," be broke
out again. Ills the dandy traiuin'
for the lungs, the hunters life. He
don't know much Of else, though he's
read few books at times an poetry
stuff. Hes just plain pure natural. as
you'll see when you clap eyes on him.
Hes got the old Irish strong In him.
"Som etimes, the way he moons about,
it's thinkin' strong l 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. Hes read
about them, but the biggest he was
eyer In was Deer Lick. He misliked the
many people, and bis report was that
they'd stand weedin' out That was
two years agone-the first and the last
time he's seen 4 locomotive and train
Of cars.
Sometimes It's wrong I'm thinkin' I
am, brlngln him up natural. It's
given him wind and stamina and the
strength Of wild bulls. No city grown
man can have a look-in against him.
I'm willln' to grant that Jeffries at his
best could "a worried the young un a
bit, but only 4 bit, The young I'M
could "a broke him like straw. An
be don't look it. That's the everlasting
wonder OF it. He's only fine seem.
ing young husky; but It's the quality
Of his muscle that's different But wait
Till We see him, that's all.
"A strange liking the boy has for
posies, an little meadows, bit Of pine
with the moon beyond, windy sunsets
or the sun O. morns from the top Of old
Badly. An he has hankeriu' for the
DRAWN O. pitchers Of things, an Of
spouting about 'Lucifer or night from
the, poetry books he got from the red
headed school teacher.
But its only his youngness. He'll
settle down to the game once we get
him started, but watch out for
grouches when it first comes to livin'
in city for him"