Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1941-09-03
DHiIu Short SlOE'U
Golden Trails
By CARL rRUIrT

Il about Cromwell Gaines and
Kiabab Jones the other night. and
how Cromwell was either nuts or
liar. She cooked her yellow
head with .MaXho not" and went
on 70 quote something Shakes
peare had said about how thcrC
was more fun in chasing things
than catching them.
What about that cop that
ticketed Won for speeding last
week ." I said. did he look
SORRY when he caught mp with
you ."
That's different" she snapped.
because its kind Of 4 sore spot
with her.
Anyway. I think ! cot her drift
lis something like The theory here
on the desert that when one OF
these old desert rats finds what
he's hunting FOR, he ups and
CroakS
If you've bumped the deser,
trails much. you've seen the par
or. 7 should have said. the two pair
because YOU got 10 count Lsmer-
eldy and Hyacinth in.
They'll be drifting across the
shoulder Of red hill or ploddIng
across an alkali flat anywhere
from the SierraS 10 the WaSatch.
In tho lead will he lanky, whlSkery,
fierce-looking klabab Jones. Trait
ing so feet. irving 10 match his
short, fat legs 10 kiababs stride.
is Cromwell Gaines with his but
ton nose and Santa Claus phlz.
Then ESmereldN. klahahS hurro.
mopes along, wagging her long
ears 10 her sleepy steps, and hring-
ing up the rear Hyacinth. Crom-
wells burro. with one ear Topped
dejectedly.
You'll hear klahah.S- Nnice first
panning the daylights out Of poor
little Cromwell for this or that
or nothing If you get closer yoaH
see that Cromwell is shifting.
DIGS IN FEET
Every so often ESmereldy digs
IN her feet. Straightens her Snout
and blasts the desert from Cali
f0Tnia 10 Utah with q hee-haW'
That makes .Hyacinth cringe.
So that's the lineup: Kiabab
rants. ESnereldy brays. Cromwell
SniffleS and Hyacinth crlnges.
| won't Vouch for the burroS,
hut Cromwell and kiabeb have
nrnspected together for over 50
years.
Cromwell tagged me down the
other night al the Two Pitch road.
He was hound for Haver 10 pick
up something he called spilterlne,
10 lie Kiabab's Jints. klabab
was IN nlis,fy back IN camp IN
Juniper Draw.
Cromwell told me they could
omen the lost Shindig Lode when
ever they so minded, and if that 5
true. those old buzzards are SIT
ting on top Of the world. If he's
living Well, I'll tell you what
he told me about how they To-
Gated il.
For 80 wears Cromwell had a
bunch he know how 10 tap The
lost Shindig vein, but II took -
wears 10 get stubborn old kiabab
10 take shot at IT.
But. finally. he did give IN, and
this story starts after the pair had
prospected all the way UP the
draw that Cromwell thought the
vein must cut, with Kiabah giving
one last disgusted look Al an out
cropping with his hammer.
"Any luck?"
You'll have 10 imagine Crom-
wells high chirp.
Then imagine Kiabab's deep bass
contempt: -
Luck, Where'd inyone ever
git luck. follerin' a fool-like
you be-"
But tn shindig's gotta cut
this draw.
Imagine Cromwells whimper
"I seen nj
Eve worked tn hull draw
didn't wee" Kiabab roared I'VE
didn' find II did we ,"
That was a sticker. Cromwell
hedged
Il coulda been wrong over 80
wear
Course yer wrong :. yuh
Sodderin' old fool"
81 wisht :" Cromwell
choked.
"You wisht." Kisbab inter
rIpted. Even II yuh wishi
something-it wouldn't make no
sense. III yoh gotta jabber, jab-
her while we're trailin' back [
camp. It's late"
Il wisbt we'd strike IT,
Cromwell painted.
Wed strike IL"
kiabsb turned and I'm os
Jumped on the little guy.
IT'D have 4 he me that struck
II. YOU Amt got brains"
II guess you don't like me.
Kiabab,
Imagine sniffleS.
"'Tain't no guess
"