The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, June 9, 1901, Page 11

THE SUNDAY CALL. 11 ERMOSA men wh their safety valve months on the r make boss of the Diamc been town this week w outfit. stage from Lake Valley 3 n ad pol W. F. Henders. the d to Hermosa to t the boys about the best way thousands of cows on w heart b nt in ckear If it were not sands gold whose cows t the s of the Upper Rio G quick- be a lists m about range those Englist he thousar which mine for capita the gray expanse sands a London- bles fran led down to dis- the question of k for forty miles, the bank is ng ten to one t to wire that ) sort of use the barkeeper the confer- Henders had "at Frank where Mr. held y nired mea. se which they had already tell the men ordered five on his way he remarked mmed down bottles ‘on the bar and they all “And so ioes cows,” snapped Bud. “How many up by those treacherous sands?” Mr. Henders ‘Records don’t keep well in the Terri- replied the cowboy, “and there ain’t no saying for shore. But I knows myself of a big bunch. Plenty of them the sands is welcome to. Gawd! What a mess you'd git if you ever could run them ve been swallowed asked men tory,” through a strainer™ Cows and greaser: Injuns, rustlers and good square boys are as thick in them sands -as plums in a pudden’. 1 reckon vou'd find a bully ole 'Pache down near the bottom, standing plumb straight on the back of his hoss. He went down that a-way, waving his hand and a cussing a of us boys on the bank, a-whoop- s death song at was back in the seventies, when Victoria was surging over these parts, ooting up cowmen and greasers and running off cows till Crook corrals him up in the Mogollons. There was a mighty fine that was siling rheuma- tism out of himself in a hot spring out the Rio bank beyond them ‘Paches creeps 1 so full of arrows that captai a on when Las Paloma up and fills he dies right that healing ole pring steam red. “A couple vears after the captain s killed up in the spring six or =zeven the comes soft over the high that biling spring and looks > a lone "Pache biling himself = which the Injuns ad s ed 's ago, whén like enough there even greasers here about. The hole boys above ms a plenty, and we don’t see clear, but we gits a glimpse of a nifty war ving on the edge and a pony out near by. This gives the snap . and we laffs fit to kill, thinking how it is just too easy to win out that ““He must have been rhore sick, or he ain't going to make no such careless play as that. We creeps back on the mesa to stake our hosses, and Billy' Boland, who boss them days, the deal. Billy is one of the men who lifts the cap- tain out after the Injuns has made an arrow cushion out of him. “ “We'll make that Pache look like an amateur,” says Billy. ‘Don’t you boys go and get quick on th 1 can do all the plugging necs to protect our play till it's down to cases, when you all can place your shots accor to your is arranges individual tastes. But the thing to do is to make that Injun 1 ashamed a whole lot. We rubs it into him as how he ain’t got squaw sense to go a biiing himself thus careless. It's an easy win tnat he has made thinks that the spiri a big medicine and the spring is rid- ing herd on him, which same is a snare and a delusion.” t's a terrible solemn thing for a “Pache to take bath anyhow, and I reckon the whole procedure sort of threw that *Pache off his stride. Anyhow, there he is a-splashing himself under that drift- ing steam, while we all is a-snickering up on the mesa above him, a-thinking how we makes good for that army captain 7HE DOG AND THE REFLECTION. 4rp DOG was trotting along a nas- /L2\ row Path carrying a Bone in I His Mouth. Crossing a Bridge ovET a Deep Stream he saw below him Another Dog having also a Bone in bis Mouth. “By my Father’s Fleas!” quoth the Greedy Dog, “but that Bone Looket®: Good to Me!” so he snerled and showed his teeth at the Other Dog, who showed his teeth Most Insuli- ingly in Return. Now this Greedy Dog was not Born in the Days of Old Aesop, neither was he a Fool. However, he Bared his Teeth again and Showed Fight. “Stay thou there a Moment, Friend!” he growled. “I’ll be with thee presently like a Ton of Brick!" and he trotted swiftly away and hid his Bone in the Ground. But when he returned to the Pool— Behold! the Other Dog was also with- out a Bone! “Just as I Feared!” said the Greedy Dog. “The Other Fellow hata bidden His Bone also!” and he was Tisappointed. But the Other Dog looked so dis- appointed foo that the Greedy Dog Laughed Heartily and Wagged his Tail with Delight. “Thou Also art a Suspicious Guy!” he chuckled. “Of a truth, there are 2 Pair of us,” and as the Other Fellow wagged his tail likewise and Looke.l Friendly, the Mollified Dog Trotted Away in High Good Humor. “I have Missed a Good Fight,” thought he, “but I have still my Bone left—and Who Knoweth what I might have come out with had I plunged in, Bone and All?” Moral: Before you Speculate, go bury half your Wad. Another Moral: Valor is a Good Thing, but Prudence is its Best Bower. Third Wallop: When thou seekest a Fight first Ascertain whether thou hast more to Lose than thou hast to Gain. or an ARMIY INTO THE E;mj@ RELEMTLESS WAY w wmen NEY MERICAN COWBOYS PUNISHED 4 APACHE vor vz MURDER CAPTAIN irfli [ v who was shore a white man and was re- grette. plenty. “The way Billy Boland makes his play is calculated not to overlook a single bet. In co’se we wins, but not in just the way we played it. Billy fixes it this way. He leaves the Kid up on the butte, which no cat, let alope no Injun, is going to climb, ‘cauge he can’t. Three of us scouts around to the Jeft of the spring and three to the right. 'The mesquite is plumb thick there- abouts, and down near the Rio the tornea would hide a cavalry regiment. I had to crawl through that and am scratched more than a million times by the thorns, but T ain’t minding that none in my joy at gitting that 'Pache. I sees through Billy" quick, and 1 realizes that we are going to humble up that Injun till he just dies with shame. There ain’t nothing left open for that In- jun but the Rio, and we all know that the quicksand is more than a guard there. We knows it, and the Injun knows it don’t figure none in our calculation, “Well, sir, when we had all crawled our little stint Billy Boland, who picks out the stand nearest the spring. gives one whoop that is shore a edit to him. The way that Injun surges out of that biling spring is a caution to cats. He comes out of the stream with a plunge that makes a pitch- ing broncho discouraged. He gathers in that gaudy headpiece and his Winchester all in one grapple, hops over behind his pony and is organized for war in two shakes. “Then T gives another whoop on the t'other side, and he skirmishes around that pony just too quick. At that up rises the Kid on the butte and shoots a mile over him, but the effect is plenty good. That Injun don’t I'now where he is at. He tornea system plenty —— — takes a snap at the Kid, which same is a pitiful failure. Then Billy shakes locse a load at him, and busts that 'Pache’s arm so that he drops his gun and don’t shoot no more. He gathers in his lariat, hops on his horse and starts a jumping through the mesquite. . “Right here Biliy's plan getseaction on. We all rises and that Ipjim pulis up. Here we are all around him, with the butte at his back and the Rio before him. “I ain’t no mind reader, and I don't say just what that "Pache thinks at this p'int. He naturally.'lows that he's got to die a lot, there being no other trail out. I'm offering big odds that the Injun is plumb ashamed of himself at being caught that way. Perhaps he throws in a few back- band reproaches at the big spirit of the spring, and perhaps he don’t, it being evi- dent that he is trustful no end of his lit- tle ole gods. But it is a safe bet that |~ is glad none of his people are looking out his foolish game. “The thing that must of hurt him the most stitch of paint on. It's a turrible thing for an Injun to face his foes after a bath, before he has time to fresco himself prop- er for war. It's just hell on that Injun. Plain death ain’t a lot to him, being that he's an Apache, who is used to dying. But it is black disgrace to be caught a- washing hisself in the presence of his ene- mies. “Billy Boland a’lus 'lowed that the In- juns don’t consider that sacred spring no wash. * Billy ranked it as a big worlhip, and the cleaning of it was the sacrifice thereof. He says this Injun must have felt himself a powerful sinner, besides be- ing plenty sick, or he ain’t going to lose raint that way. However, Billy's little is the feeling that he ain't got a- old plan of humiliation worked right. As that Injun sat on his pony all steaming clean, without a single streak of red or blue to cheer him up, he must have feit humble. “For about ten seconds he sat motion- less on his pony, one arm dangling and bleeding, which same blood may have comforted him a bit. I shakes loose on= load and gits an eagle feather out of that war bonnet. He never moves. Another boy on the off side rakes him across the chest and gits a couple of bear claws from his necklace. At that the Injun sits up mighty straight and starts his pony on a slow trot, and as he starts he begins to sing his death song. It was a wild, mournful sort of a chant, sliding up and down in a long wail, pretty much like a sick coyote. “Now, I'm damned if he don't ride straight and slow for the Rio. Seeing him start away from us, the Kid up on the bluff shoots at him, but misses, belng young. *'Quit that!" yells Billy. ‘Let him look over them quicksands a piece.’ “At that, we spread out o we guards the edges of the Rio, not looking for that Injun to make no slip by us. The moment he tries that he is a dead Injun, seeing it isn’t no more than a forty-yard shot, which same can’t be missed in this Ter- ritory. But that Injun ain’t organizing for no such play. Singing that nifty chant of his, he rides slow and straight to the cdge of the Rio. “The water has fallen a lot and there is a drop of five or six feet to the water. You understands that there ain’t much water then, jest an inch or two of muddy river. But the quicksands are under that inch or two, and no one knows how deep them sands is. “When he comes to the edge he don't aim to make no stop. It hurts his pride to hesitate, but the pony sniffs them sands and swings off. The Injun pulls his head around and puts it to the pony proper with his heels. The pony pitches, snorts arid then jumps out. It is a good enough jump a& jumps go, and sends pony and "Pache out twenty feet from the Copyright, 1201, by A. J. Moore. | Mr. A. Esop’s Fables Up to Date. — FABLE OF THE EDUCATED ASS. NCE there lived a Meek Ass. O Yea, verily, for ’umbleness this Lowly Ass would have made Uriah Heep seem like unto a Punched Nickel rolling Uphill on a Dusty Day. Of a truth he was a Poor Specimen and his ears hung down like moth-eaten Rabbit Skins, for he was Very "Umble. Ard it came to pass that one day the Meek Ass said within himself: “Behold! I will go up into the land of the Bandar-Log and Learn Some- thing, for, by Bacchus and Gosh! I know not enough at the Present Writing to Scratch when a Flea Bit- eth!” And as he said, so he did! and he called upon the Wise Guy of the Ban- dar-Log and knocked his head upon the ground, saying: “0 wisest of Monkeys, canst krock a Little Sense into my CrustP For I em a Fool and a Great Coward!” and he Pawed Dust upon his Head and was Very 'Umble. Now it was so that the Monkey tribe lived in Villages and their Houses were Most Swell. And the Wise Guy of the Bandar- Log labored long and diligently with the Dull Ass, for he was a Kind- Hearted old Gazabe and he saw not into the Future. At last the Ass was ready to re- ceive his Diploma. “Thou art now a Wise Gazip,” eaid the Old Monk, “and thou hast O WISEST OF MONKEYS, CANST KNOC A LITTLE SENSE INTO MY CRUST?2" on also Much Strength. With thy Large Head and thy Muscular develoament tflm needst never fear to Face the World.” “And am I in Good Sooth 2 Wise Guy and a mighty Man of Valor?” asked the Ass. “Yea, verily!” said the Old Monk. “Thou art the Real Thing.” “Hooray!” and with the first transport of his Joy the Ass flung up his heels, kicking his Instructor through the skylight; also he per- formed divers and Many Weird Dances among the Bric-a-Brac, and departed through the French Win- dow. “Hee Haw!” he brayed, “I am now a Wise Ass!” and he went Forth into the World to forever give people a Tired Feeling. “Alas!” sobbed the Wise Guy of the Bandar-Log, as he surveyed the 1esults of his Labors from the top of a neighboring Tree, “I wotted not when I began educating him that an Lducated Ass remaineth even more of an Ass than he was before!” and {from that day the Monkey durst not live upon the ground. Moral: Educate a Fool or cultivais a Noxious Weed and thou merely producest a Ranker Growth of Weed or Fool. Another Bunch: Bank not on a Large Head—the Big Pumpkin hath nothing inside of it. Third Wallop: Don’t try to place Braing where Providence saw fit to Locate a Vacuum. Ze//) 2 high bank. They hits the Rio with & party right there if Billy Boland hadn't splash and a plop and a bit of a scramble, pushed aside the barrel. So Padro only but not much. & shoots up the mountain across the Rio. “When they lands they gits into a nice *“‘Drop that foolishne vells Blily. soft spot and don’t make a jar calculated ‘That Injun’s mouth will be stopped roper to hurt that busted arm. But the pony enough. You are interrupting sinks more than belly deep and bogs which same I don’t stand none. the same, Whose down. Nothing more is doing with that funeral is this, anyway?' pony until the hoss judgment day He “It looks like the sands git a fresh grip thrashes about a time or two, give a on that pony as he sinks, and the Injun shrill squeal, the same being his death song, and sinks gradual, his eyes start- ing out of his head with terror. all ever notice how the sun drops all sud- “So soft is that jump that it don’'t den when it is half sunk? That's the way make the 'Pache lose a note of the song , that Injun goes toward the last. A ripple is drawn down fast. First his waist, then his shoulders and then his neck. Did you he sings. He sits there knee deep in the of the Rio washes up to his mouth. He quicksands and sings what he takes to be hands out one last yell at us, starts his the last stanza, though we don't savvy death chant, bubbles a note or 1w a the mearing none. All of us boys comes then there ain't no 'Pache out of the mesquite and gathers there on war bonnet floating. Billy he ropes them the bank, not a rope’s throw from him. feathers for a souvenir. Somewhere down The Kid he comes swarming down from in them quicksands there's a mighty brave the butte and is present to the last Injun keeping company with the cows.” but just a nifty “The Injun sits there with his back to “Which dame is a true story. 1 was us and looks steadily across the Rio to there,” remarked one of the boys where the sun is shining pretty on the proudly. Caballero Mountains. If he's thinking Mr. Henders shivered slightly and tossed trouble, he don’t let on none. He just sits aside the cigarette which he there straight, one hand shading his eyes, trying to roll. the other hanging limp where Billy gits “Let's have another drink, Jov, he him in the arm. The yellow old Rio glides said. A. C. McKENZIE. past and sort of chuckles low. The quick- sards are a sha¥ing as If they apprecl- ated what a joke it is on the Injun. We all stand on the bank and don’t say noth- ing, but wait for the rattle as that "Pache cashes In his last chip. vainly was Persian &omen at Jome. OR his women folk’s ease the well- to-do Persian has an eminent re- gard. He is an egoist worth talk- “By and by the pony gives a big strug- ing about. The Bnd?run..s[andme: gle, a last gurgling snort, and his head 9Part in the midst of the mud-walled en- Zoes under: The rider is-now in mud up closure. to all intents and purposes is in & to Lis walst. We had Pedro Chaves with teparate house, and usually the most L us, a shore cruel man in breaking'a hoss, tentious part of the whole homestead. In and he sort of turns loose a few jeers in Most cases it is built around four sides of greaser talk. a court, in which is manifest all that « 'Shut up, Mexico!" snaps Billy. ‘That's Skilled gardeners, a highly enriched soil, no Siwash. Don't you see he's clean and an ideal climate can accomplish in ral . . the way of floral splendor. ,s::f?(.:. h‘{,e,:nmm alone, or I'll chuck you ™5, "o these areas, into which I was o privileged to look because at that hour it vBu[ the Injur! h{ad understood the pal- was known to be deserted by every living aver, and it riles him g heap. He screws _ o oo nrobably seventy-five yards long around in his saddle and uses the pony's arc more than half as broad. sunken back as a purchase till he pulls 4 g 5 gifficult task of imagination to himself up. It is a hard struggle, for people 1t with the ladles of the hous them sands hates to let go their grip. But 115 for the home costume of the Persian at last the sands give a gulp and the In- (oman is not such that an American, es- Jun stands upon the pony, knee deep in pecially one of the male persuasion, may the quicksands. Gawd! I sometimes sees cqpceive of her strolling out into the rose his face now when I'm tapering off a pro- gardens in it to take the air of an after- longed. It was shore full of hate. He ngon. It is made up usually of short reises his good arm and begins to cuss us. gkirts, one or more of them, reaching to Most of the cussing is in “Pache,” but the knees or thereabouts. Sometimes, for once in a while he talks Mexicano. comfort's sake, bloomers are worn under ““We all knew enough of the lingo to 4p- these, or, it may be, pantaloons of the preciate what he was saying, and 1t was traditional pattern, enormously loose and shore hostile. About half of it in Ameri- coming to the ankles, where they are can would have.started our Winchesters. gathered tight. Oftener, however, these Pedro, being greaser, takes a lot cf it, but encumbrances are dispensed with and the at last he throws up his gun with a snarl. limbs are left untrammeled.—Harper's I reckon he'd have spoiled that 'Fache Dazar. kg % MELANCHOLY Stork stood upon One Leg in the midst of ances—the Saddest-Looking Man I A a Pool. ever saw held Four Aces and a Now it was so that this Stork wore Bumper. . an expression of Confirmed Woe. His And Verily: It is best to bottle up Eyes had » Far-Away look and there thy Sympathy even though it Bust were Deep Furrows upon his Cheeks; Thee. also his Bill rested upon his Breast and he was the Picture of Dejection. “* And there lived in the Pool an Im- pulsive Bullfrog who loved to Sym- pathize whenever he got an Excuse. ““What ailcth thee, Friend Stork?” he croaked. ‘“Hath gone Broke on Belgian Hares, or hath thy Mother- in-Law arrived?” But the Stork said No Word, though he shook his head Sadly and a sigh whistled through his Long Bill like the Sound of a Chinese Flageolet. And the Sympathetic Frog was All Busted Up at the sight of so Much Grief. “Behold!”” he Sobbed, “I too have seen Sorrow! Tell me thy Troubles, O Friend, and I'll Weep with thee!" and the Big Tears chased each other down his Cheeks and Plunked into the Pool. N Now the Stork had not asked for Sympathy, wherefore it all came like Money from Home. “Thou warmest my Heart!” said he, “and lo! now shall I take thee into my Confidence!” and he reached for the Sympathetic Frog. “Alas!”’ wailed the Deluded Vic- tim, “I have been Taken In by one with whom I was Sympathizing!” “Thy Sympathy was Not Needed:” retorted the Stork, “but I find that it Seasoneth my Repast Exceeding ‘Well!” and he Swallowed Him. Moral: Sympathy is a Blessed Thing, but d= =ot Sow it Broadcast. The Q. T.: Never Trust Appear- iy, UG L “BEHOLD'" ME So “1 TOOHRAVE SEEN SoRmow!"