The Butler Weekly Times Newspaper, September 4, 1913, Page 2

60 regs LLO BILL! What time ye got? Three o'clock!’ Is it that late? Well, I only slept about—oh, say, about five minutes, and here it is three o’clock in the morning, and—well, there’s no use taking any more sleep until about 11 o’clock tonight. Been to break- fast Bill? Yes,—I—I—yes, I under- stand you alright, you had your breakfast yesterday morning. Come in the house and have a cup of very fine coffee; it may be a little black, but that’s because it isn’t daylight and it has been pretty dark tonight. Show Bill the coffee, Veaze. Are the girls about ready to start?’ ‘‘Yes, just as soon as they get on a little more powder.”’ You see when people go out on camping trip, you've always got to somewhat spruce up a little, because if there is anything in the world that a mosquito likes ’tis pow- der, paint and perfume, and the owls, as you all know, certainly enjoy look- ing at the palefades on a_ beautiful moonlight night, as you readily un- derstand about them being so observ- ing, when they say, ‘‘Whoo, Whoo, Whoo, who in the dickens are you?”’ How’s that? I heard someone ask where we were going. I don’t see them, but I’ll tell you anyhow. I tell you we about drove off without telling you where we were going. We had planned a camping trip and we decided that the Osage river was the place—at Halley’s Bluff. We had our camping outfit complete from A to Izzard. You all know what Izzard means. Every one ought to know what that means—if they don’t, I’ll tell you right here and now By L.G Bluffon e Pamping Srp . BYNUM o thought for a moment and didn’t exactly understand why, but I told them that we ought to thank the Lord we were holding our own and wasn’t “‘slippin’’ back any. Veaze had been riding all the time in the spring seat with Bill, and the girls were sitting on some very fine upholstered grocery boxes, camera fixtures and lanterns. Veaze thought I had a very comfortable seat and de- cided he would like to change with mea little while. Of course I dis- liked to give up my cushion, namely, “Smith’s Honey Bread’’ and I knew it was baked with a good grade of yeast, that it sure would rise again, but we changed. Veaze decided he was hungry and I didn’t have to do very much argu- ing with my stomach, until there was withdrawn from the carefully guard- ed kennel some potted ham and pea- nut butter sandwiches. Say, did you ever go anywhere, any time, any how, and you get hungry but what someone drew one of these aforesaid articles of destruction on you? Well, we ate them. Poor Fido. And I treed a dozen squirrels before we went a mile. I could purr just like old Shep (hold on there that won’t do) I mean bark. You can see that I’m not versed much in poultry, but my main hold is machinery,—from the wheel- barrow down. Now for some water. We were all thirsty after chasing those combina- tion sandwiches from one tooth to the other. We found a well but the well was so dusty we had to put on glasses before could find the water. After we got it in the bucket, we had you certainly haven’t missed any- thing, because I never heard of one of them in my life and I’ve lived as long as anyone my age, but if I ever see one of them Izzards I’ll paint an “L” in front of it and we’ll be rid of one brain wrecker. Anyhow we had the most complete camping outfit outside of the cooks that was ever perpetrated. Vease and I neither one had time to cook; we were so busy catching fish. Oh, yes, we had cooks. I had forgotten them until Vease jabbed me with his elbow and said, ‘‘Say L. G., you had better give them honorable mention.”’ So I shall, Mr. Reader—allow me to introduce the ladies, Mrs. Bynum and Mrs. Price. “All aboard,”’ said Bill. Oh, yes, don’t forget, Bill McClure—he’s the man that took ys down, with his big gray teamand prairie schooner wagon. We certainly were due there without a break-down. Bill is sure there when it comes to drawing the tape over horse-flesh. Well, Bill is ready to start and we’ll have to leave you. Good morning, you may go to sleep now if you want to; if you don’t, just sit up until you get ready to. Well, good bye any- how. “Everybody in the wagon and sit- ting comfortable,”’ asked Bill. ‘‘Oh, yes,” remarked the girls, and as for me, I was fearfully and wonderfully surrounded. I performed contortion- ist stunts that many a man has been paid $500 a week to do—I got noth- ing. Imagine balancing one’s self with one foot on the spout of a coal oil can, sitting on a loaf of bread and hanging on by both hands toa twine string, with a lighted pipe in my mouth and two ladieshollering ‘‘Look out for the gasoline tank.”’ I actually need a medal for rescuing my own life. We rode along fora mile or two, and then some more miles and two|h hills and a hollow, and it was coming day. The sun arose—that beautiful summer day and its rays stretched forth its arms of gold to wrap the hills and trees which but a few hours one?) “Get off my foot—me trying to you girls trying to make me angry. to separate it from little fragments of a blue and brown checked apron, which the old man said had been dropped in there some time ago, and he was also very kind in explaining that the little apron was clean; he knew it was because it had been in the well about two months and had plenty of time to get the dirt soaked out of it. Wedrank with our eyes shut. Our friend went on explaining: “But she’s gone now, poor little thing, she was drowned when we pulled her out. The children are just heart broken.” Say Mister, she didn’t fall in this well, did she?”’ “Yes, yes, we had the curb off and she was dressed in a little apron just like the children and she got too close to the well and fell in.” And say Mister, did you clean out the well? “No, friend, wecouldn’t, and—”’ I sympathize with you, Mr. Tender Heart, I am very tender hearted also. lam so tender hearted that it effects my stomach and I feel now that my heart’s tenderness has gone the limit and we favored the man with a quar- tette of what a fellow said when he got seasick—we fed the chickens. I asked what the little thing’s name was that fell in the well, and Mr. Tender Heart said it was ‘‘Fido.’’ Oh, Oh,—another quartette please, and that hamburger began to get friendly again and started up but we fought hard and kept him in his place. “Say, Bill, do you want a drink of fine water?’’ ‘‘No, Bynum, I am cer- tainly obliged to you, but I have en- tirely recovered from my_ thirsty spelland am feeling kinder sick at my stomach anyhow. Its strange how this hot weather affects people.”’ Itold Bill it wasn’t near as bad as poor Rags and Fido. I had touched the keystone for Bill now, and we all hung our heads in silent, tender- ness. A little breeze came up, which was about the only thing that came up that was refreshing, and we all began to recuperate. A few miles of turns, things we had lost at the well and on It’s your fault; I would have had the| chewing gum, a little lemonade and|camp. I will try to describe the camp drank some water, which we tried to low the ditch, ‘well (he migh: have said as long as you can and then follow the rivér until you come to the ford. The bank ig very steep there, I don’t believe’ you can pull that wagon up there, byt if you do, keep the road until you come to the first gate on the right, then go through the field, another gate, an- other gate, another gate, ditto, ditto, ditto, ete.’’ ‘Much obliged to you, we can find it, and I couldn’t remember athing he said but ‘‘gate,’’ ‘‘gate,’’ “gate.’’ We found the way tothe ford and when we gotto the other side, we soon found out that what the old fel- low said was a possible fact. Bill said we’d try it anyhow. We all got out and walked but Bill and up he started. ‘“‘Git-up, Tom, Jerry get out o’here, hike!’”’ Half way up that 90 degree elevated bank Tom and Jerry stopped and back they came. The second time every mus- cle was in action, old Jerry tore off one shoe and broke his hoof on one side andI could see we were about going into camp a mile and a half from Halley’s Bluffs and we were all worrying. ‘ Bill said we’d “‘let ’em blow alittle and when they get their breath we’ll try ’er again.” I told the girls to go on up the road, because I knew that Bill would have to have a little heat- ed confab with the horses when they started and they might not under- stand the situation, so they walked on. Bill unbuckled his lines, stood on the dashboard and got ’em started together. Every muscle was tight, all feet set and Bill at the bat., ‘“‘Now, Bill,’’ I said, ‘‘tell it to ’em and if you don’t go stout enough, I’ll raise you one.”’ “‘Git-upTom, Jerry! Hike! Git- up! Git-up! BZ-Z-Z-ZXZ Bang, Buzz,”’ and the wagon was up and settin’ on flat ground, and say, the air was L. C. Smith & Bros. 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Head Office for Domestic and Foreign Business: SYRACUSE, N. Y., U.S. 4. Branches in all Principal Cities mighty blue around Bill when he was about half way up, but it put ’em up. Jerry wasallin. With his hoof broken on one, side and his shoe hanging by one nail, he looked like he had been in the Battle of Water- loo. I think he was, its been so long since I was in that battle. We drove on around the road, went through the gates and landed at Hagerhurst, the farm owned by Z. Hager,-on the top of Halley’s Bluffs. We camped in Vernon county about a hundred feet from the Bluffs ina beautiful grove of native trees, the most of which were black, and post oak. No underbrush and as far as one could see the ground was as clean and clear as a park. The lower dead limbs had all been cut off and burned and all along the edge of the bluff grass and ferns grew in profusion. To the north about a quarter ofa mile, on Mrs. Logan’s farm, are the highest bluffs, about two hundred feet high from the water. Here two gigantic rocks rise skyward, one the Balance Rock and the other Lovers’ Leap, the latter so named because it is the place from which Young Chief Chetoka of the little Osage Indian tribe, and Silver Tooth, daughter of Chief White Hair, made their leap to death because of their love for each other. The plans which led up to their possible separation and the sale of Silver Tooth to some of the French traders will be published in story form in the Butler Weekly Times. In the next issue of this pa- per! will give a brief story of our county and Vernon, our adjoining county, and their relation, historical with the Indians and show whata historical and great legendary spot we have, you might say, at our very door. Andstill people spend hundreds of dollars going to other places with no history, romance and no better scenery than we have at home. Some time in the near future in this paper will be published the love story of Young Chief Chetoka and Silver Tooth, the beautiful Indian maid as I see them and know them— hills and dales, rocks and dust, and | visionary, as I look back a hundred) Elmwood, Nebraska, and) the before had been covered with a quilt] we drove into Papinsville. Here we | years and sit by the side of the Indian Gitacs Pauline and wer Frey of black. (Say, wasn’t that a hot|stopped and ate, and replaced a few | trail and watch them as they travel : on their ponies from Signal Rock: to: | (Call ) paper. of these sandwiches we planted | Weeping or Blue Mounds. And of : Mr..Frey will be remembered as I sit on the ledge a hundred KANSAS CITY BRANCH, 26-14t» 220 East 10th Street, Kansas City, Mo. Funeral Service of Late Edward S. 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He was with Sherman in Georgia and with Grant before Vicks burg. He was never wounded but had a number of narrow es capes, in one case a bullet clip ping off a lock of his hair and another a ball passing tbrougb his coat. He took part in the Grand Review at Washington, when 200,000 suldiers marched in a column forty miles in length through Pennsylvania avenue. In 1876 Mr. Frey came to Cali- fornia, first to the San Joaquin valley where he lived for many vears, and later to Southern C.lifornia. He had lived in Mon- rovia just a year. He is survived by his wife, two sons, Emmet and Spencer Frey, and a step-son, Banks Peebles, living in Monrovia, and by three sisters, Mrs. Ellen. Mullen of WE HAVE PAINT FOR SILOS Creosote-Lead-Oil. J Venetian Red and Ochres. Logan=-Moore Lumber Co BUTLER, MISSOURI - Specifications ‘and Equipment of Batler, Mo, —From Monrovia, ‘by our old citizens, having once been a resident of Butler.