The Coconino sun., 1927-11-25
LiDab-LOppers Became
PiffLicGted, V0mOOsed,
But " ere Brought Back
(Coconino Sun of Nov. a, 1899)

NOOIOIlltO tJQll VI INV. IL 1OOOJ
Large punches of 18-carat excite
ment permeated the atmosphere in the
vicinity of Greenlaw's mill, down in
the pastoral precincts of Clark's val
ley, when the week was young.
The imb-loppers, who had been
soaking their systems with cinematic
centrifugal serum for several days
past, concluded to cease their servile
labors and take with them much Of
the worldly goods Of the camp above
the mill, where they were working.
They did. They also took with them
unreceipted bills from the commits
sariat and the jugged juice joint, and
they were unpaid.
Their bundle of booty included
hams, knives, blankets ard other ne
cessities of life, besides the unpaid
accounts at the store, mill and saloon
During the stiffness Of the night, they
diligently disturbed the dust in the
trail toward Mormon Dairy.
Now, at the commissary there is u
young man named Roach, who, when
his feelings are reached up, is ex-
ceedingly stern and unforgiving; also
is the equilibrium wrecller at the sa-
loon, who froWns upon such liberties.
Each of them secured q horse, sup
piled themselves with several six
shooters apiece and amid the shouts
of the populace, set off to demonstrate
with the remiss limb-loppers.
They struck through the timber
south, came out on the road ahead Of
the two sawdust- squirrels and started
l. e., %Ison, FTH0x1 ,o1
but few miles when they met them
coming along the road with pack
burro and another fellow they had
picked up along the road and pressed
into service to help transport their
goods.
AS they came up to them, Roach
pulled out four or five six-shooters
and in voice that reminded one of a
slaughter house next door to a cenle-
terry said:
Hams upl" and down went the
hams on the ground-then, about
face; half of you on each side of the
road. March" And back they went
toward the scene Of the crime.
~ want you fellers to understand
that I'm sheriff of Clark's valley;
there's my star on my horses fore
head. The first one of you that breaks
out Of dog trot'll be holed up like
malapai and have to be stuffed with
excelsior to make you fit your
clothes"
The whole mill had turned out to
meet them when they came in. Mr..
Roach was compelled to put on a
slicker to prevent the tears of JOY
from sweeping him away down the
dry wash and running his garments.
II guess we had better take 'em
right into town and put 'em into the
bastile there, hadn't WEI" asked
Sleuth Roach of Mr.. Greenlaw.
''No; I'll tell you what let's do. Now
if you fellers," turning to the two
shivering ham-hookers, twill jest work
out what you owe these fellers and
the mill, we'll let you do it," said
Greenlaw.
Now at 81 per day they are rubbing
a saw backwards and forwards across
trees and the whole valley is now ir
rigated with the sweat of their
thoughtless brows. All this time they
are being guarded by two men whose
salaries per day amout to $3.50. Still
revenge is sweet and no matter If it
does cost $3.50 per day to see them
saw, they are bound to say they saw
them saw-see?
The conundrum that is being pro-
pounded down there in the hollow is:
How much will it cost to have them
work out their sentence?