Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1918-11-29


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ID Then he noticed the pasty-face
d horseman STOPPING over the bleedin
J. man.
d Get i'm by the heels, you cross b,
l tween corpse and mummy, and dra
d him out Of the way. We've bloody we
t. got to get this ship loaded to cate
n the tide"
e The pale-faced man kept on with hi
e examination without paying any atten
l. ton to the foreman's instructions. TIL
e foreman got blue in the face and bub
} bled over with rage.
] do you hear what tell you? &c
i'm out of the way. This ship has go
to be loaded or I'll go down there ant
| 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: Hes Dead
This did not seem to Tease the fore
man in the least and he beloved out
"How do you know he is dead?" The
man answered simply: I'm a doctor"
Then the foreman once again explod-
ed: "A doctorl Blawst my headlights,
a doctorl Well if you're 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: "Well, if he's dead, there is no
doctor that can do him any good. A
couple o. you black skunks over there
Undressing 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
leeering grin. replied: 81 shipped on
this here ship to handle bosses, and
| don't allow nohow that it's my work
to tote corpses around"
Just then the second foreman rushed
over, gave the negro a push out of the |
way, and, grabbing the heels of the |
dead man. pulled him away from the |
run. / turned away, sickened with |
disgust. The foreman then took an
empty oat sack and spread it over the
bloody head.
Just then the changing bell of an am
hulance was heard and white-clothed
doctor, followed by two men with
pushed their way through
the crowd of horses and horsemen.
They were accompanied by a 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
nan coolly measured his distance and
swung ON the point Of his jaw. The
loctor crumpled up and fell on the
lock. At this cowardly and bastard
y act, I saw red and made leap ,
It the foreman. An onrushing light :
dashed in front of me and a huge To-
going 60 miles an hour, hit
ne between the eyes; then blackness.
When I came to, was lying in my :
Junk In the hold. / had an awful
headache. Then everything came !
ack to me with flash. could hear
be gurgling of water on the ships =
idc and knew we were under way :,
tight then and there 1 decided never n
gain. especially while aboard ship to
1terfere with the foreman. Among
hat gang of human wrecks and cut
aroats it was every man for himself, a
nd the survival of the fittest. l had :.
NO beautiful black eyes, and my nose "
ut like football.
/ went up on deck. The moon and Q
airs were out and the twinkling lights 4
New York harbor were gradually h,
ding into the distance. Leaning over 10
Re rail were the foreman and the
,terinarian. doc" Casey, by name. ~
he foreman was talking. Snatches ~,
his conversation reached my ears:
Load horses? Why, that bunch of ry,
UNI they wished on me couldn't load 90,
mp sugar. one lump at time. How wv
-own expects me to deliver 1900 90
rises into Bordeaux with this scurvy
TIT, don't know. We're lucky, I'm -,
inkin, # five hundred o. them don't 70,
;. Why, there's not one o. the a..
ghters knows which end of horse on
is hay. / tell you, Doc. your work n
cut out for you. If, in a few days, Wi,
u don't have a couple of hundred For
'es of collie ON your hands, then I'm ute
,loomin' liar" 90,
Doc" Casey answered: :
We'll. I'll tell you. Mr.. Goorty. this -, !,
my third trip over and I have seen Coo
ne tough lunches, but this one is ,ro
limit, and sure have a job on my VOC,
IDS. It's too bad that Pinero let out ,va.
that young fellow, because, in my VOC
I'd, that was pretty cowardly blow. of
seemed to know how to handle a,s.
SEES. What do you say If give him tor;
job of assistant veterinarian? He's
six years cavalry experience" %
he foreman answered:
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