Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1918-12-13


swhat did tell your Didn't I tell
you not to look at him? knew you
would get it, and damned good job,
too; blocking that run with your fool
| tricks"
Then he noticed the pasty-faced
horseman STOPPING over the bleeding
man.
sect i'm by the heels, you cross be
tween a corpse and mummy, and drag
him out of the way. We've bloody well
got to get this ship loaded to catch
the tide"
The pale-faced man kept on with his
examination without paying any atten-
ton to the foreman's instructions. The
foreman got blue in the face and bub-
bled over with rage.
'Do you hear what tell you? Get
i'm out of the way. This ship has got
to be loaded or I'll go down there and
pound some obedience into you."
The man still paid no attention. The
foreman was speechless. In few Sec
onds the STOPPING man Strengthened up,
and looking the foreman straight in
the eye, calmly replied: 'sHe's dead"
This did not seem to Tease the fore
man in the least and he beloved out:
slow do you know he is dead?" The
man answered simply: sI'm doctor"
Then the foreman once again explod-
ed: "a doctor! Blawst my headlights,
a doctor! Well, if you're a doctor.
what in hi are you doing on horse
ship? You ought to be rolling pills
for the highbrows."
The doctor never took his piercing
look from the eye of the foreman. The
foreman was now like an enraged bull.
Splitting all over himself, he clustered
out: swell, if he's dead. there is no
doctor that can do him any good. A
couple O. you black skunks over there
addressing two negroes who were al
most blanched to blush white and
who were trembling near by, get
ahOld of him and drag i'm out of the
way" One of the negroes, with a
leeering grin, replied: 81 shipped on
this here ship to handle bosses, and
I don't allow nohow that it's my work
to tote corpses around"
Just then the second foreman rushed
over, gave the negro push out of the
way, and, grabbing the heels Of the
dead man, pulled him away from the
run. I turned away, sickened with
disgust. The foreman then took an
empty cat sack and spread it over the
bloody head.
Just then the changing bell Of an am
bulance was heard and white-clOthed
doctor, followed by two men with a
stretcher, pushed their way through
the crowd of horses and horsemen.
They were accompanied by police
man. The body was put into the am
bulance and taken away, while the po-
lice-officer went on board the ship.
The pasty-faced doctor was holding
onto the rail of the runway and cough
ing. / thought each gasp would be his
last. The second foreman was talking
to him. The doctor paid no attention.
Going up behind the doctor, the fore
man coolly measured his distance and
swung on the point of his jaw. The
doctor crumpled up and fell on The
dock. At this cowardly and bastard
ly act, saw red and made leap
at the foreman. An OnruShing light
flashed in front of me and huge To-
conotive, going 60 miles an hour, hit
me between the eyes; then blackness.
When I came to, was lying in my
bunk In the hold. had an awful
headache. Then everything came
back to me with flash. / could hear
the gurgling of water on the ships
side and knew we were under way.
Right then and there decided never
again, especially while aboard ship, to
interfere with the foreman. Among
that gang of human wrecks and cut
tfroats it was every man for himself,
and the survival of the fittest. / had
two beautiful black eyes. and my nose
felt like a football.
went up on deck. The moon and
stars were out and the twinkling lights
of New York harbOr were gradually
fading into the distance. Leaning over
tie rail were the foreman and the
The foreman was talking. Snatches
of his conversation reached my ears:
LOAD horses? Why, that bunch OF
scum they wished on me couldn't load
lump sugar, one lump at a time. How
Brown expects me to deliver 1900
horses into Bordeaux with this scurvy
outfit, / don't know. We're lucky, Pm
thinkin'. if five hundred o. them don't
die Why, there's not one o. the
blighters knows which end of a horse
eats hay. I tell you, Doe, your work
is cut out for you. If, in few days,
you don't have a couple of hundred
cases of collie on your hands, then I'm
n hloomin' liar"
DOC" Casey answered:
"Well, I'll tell you, Mr.. GO0rty, this
is my third trip over and have seen
some tough punches, but this one is
the limit, and sure have job on my
hands It's too bad that Pinero let out
on that young fellow, because, in my
mind, that was pretty cowardly blow.
He seemed to know how to handle
horses. What do you say If / give him