The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1921-01-08

"'I said n sheep man. says Uncle
again You must have heard tell Of
Jackson Hlrd. lies got eight sec.
tionr Of grazing and four thousand
head OF the finest Merinoa south OF
tho Arctic Circle
II went out and sat on the ground
in tho shade Of tho store and leaned
against priekly pear. ! slfted sand
into my boots with untblnking hands
while soliloquizod a quantity about
this bird with the Jackson piunaRe
10 his name.
II never had believed In harming
sheep men see one. one day. read.
ing a Latin grammar on horseback.
and never touched him' They never
irrita,ed me like they do most COW
men. You wouldn't go 20 work now.
and impair and dirfigufe snoozerr,
would you. that rat on tables and
wear little shoes and speak 10 you on
subloets7 had always let 'em pass.
just aa you would a jack rabbit. with
a polite word and a guess about The
weather. but - stopping 10 swap
cnnts~ns never thought II was
Hnttn NHllN 10 tARAttft wan ~
anooxrr. And because I'd been lon.
lent. and let 'em live. here was one
going around riding with Miss WIN.
ella Joarfghu
AN hour by sun they come Looping
back. and stopped a, Uncle EmYiey'a
gate. The sheep person helped her
off: and they stood throwing each
other sentences all sprigh,fui and na-
raciouH for a while. And then this
feather.d jackson flies up In his SAD.
die and raises bis little ntewpot OF
a hat, and tross off In the direction OF
his mutton ranch. By this time I
had turned the sand out OF my boots
and unpinn~d myself from the
prlckiy pear. and by the time he gets
half a milo out OF pimienta. ! single
foots up beside him on my bronze.
II said that nnoox9r was pinksy~d.
but he wasn't. Ills seeing arrange
ment was rr~y enough. but his eye.
inshe- WIS pink and his hair wnH
sandy. and that gave you the idea
Sheep rnanf--he wasn't more than n
lamb man anyhow-.a little thing
with his neck involved In a yellow
SILK handkerchief. and shoes tied up
IN bovkno,s
Afternoon says I to him. Ton
now ride with a equestrian who IN
commonly called Deed Moral Certain.
shoot When I want a stranger 20
know me always introduce myself
before tho draw. for never did IKE
20 shake hands with rho~ts'
"'Ah.' says he. Just like thas--'Ah.
I'm rlaa 20 know you. Mr.. Judson.
I'm Jackson hird. from over at Mlrcd
Mule Ranch
Just then one OF my eyos saw a
roadrunner skipping down tn. hin
wtth n young tnrantulA in his bill.
and the other eye noticed a rabbit.
hawk sitting on a dead limb In a
water elm. popped over enc after
The other with M forsy.flvn. just to
show him. Two out of fhr~~.' says
!. Birds iust naturally so-m 20
draw my FIR. wherever I go
Mice shooting Ays the sheep
man. without a flutter. But don't
you nometimes ever nlsH tho third
shotg Elegant fine rain that WAS
las; week for The young grass. MFR.
Judsonr' says he.
-'Wiliis.' says I. rfding over cions
to his paifrcy. your infatuated par
enis may. have denounced you by
tho name Of Jackson. but you sure
noulted into twittrring wniie--iet
"a. slough off this herr analysis OF
rain and the elements and get down
10 talk that in outside the vocabulary
OF parrots. That in a bad hnblt Won
have got Of ~ with young ladies'
over at rirnirniA ~. known birds. >
sayH l. TO be served on ,oaHf for less
Than that. Mlna willslla.' says 4.
don't ever want any nest made out
~ shecp's wool by tonsit Of the
Jseksoniap branch OF ornithoiowy.
New. are you going 10 quit, or do
you wish for a Kaiiop up against this
Dead Moral. Certainty attachment 10
my name. which is good for two
rayphcns and at least one srt Of
funeral obneauiesy
Jackson bird flushed up some.
and then he laughed.
why. Mr.. Jud.on.' s~ys he.
'ycu've got the wrong IDEA I've
called on Miss Iearight a few times,
but not for tho purpose you i'm.
aEine. My object In purely q castro.
nomicai one
Il reached for my gun.
ANY coyote says I. that would
boast Of dishonorahie----'
Wait a minute says this Bird.
'uii ! explain. what would do
with n wife7 II you ever saw that
ranch OF mine, do my own cook.
ing and mendinE. EatlnE--th.t's
all the pleasure evt out OF sheen
raising. Mr.. Judsou. did you ever
taste the pancakes that Miss lea.
right makosT-
'Me7 No I told him. 7 never
was advised that she was up 10 any
culinary manruvers'
They're golden EunHhina' sayr
he. honey Drowned by the ambrpsinl
fires of Fpicurus ia give two Year,
OF my life to get the recipe for max
Ing them pancakes. That's what |
went to sec Miss Learight for says
Jackson Bird. but haven't been
able to get II from her. It's an old
recipe that's been in the family for
10 years. They hand II down from
ono generation 20 another, but they
don't give Il away TO outsiders. II
could get that recipe. 80 I could
make th-m pancakes for myself on
my ranch. I'D be a happy man. says
Bird