The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, December 17, 1905, Page 12

THE SAN FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL DR ‘@‘“ / A ENRY-WALIACE | A< & PHILLID/ T AWEOL SXCHT Fogo BULLY LS FRIENDS 70 wWrrwE 23 7 /:;fWOOS/{/ / GOES 715 7AM person was the D, and a durned good strietly azainst the rules for any person to aid, t or help either warrior, or interfere in any way, shape or manner I was two mile out from camp on Christmas day, when I “Ke-bang, ke-bang bankety, bang-bang-bang- hang!” The Doctor was losin' off all the guns in the shack to once. I hollered to Steve, him to Windy, and then w flew for ho leavin’ the calves to their own responsi- Dbilities for a The other boys was o hand when we arrived, the faces shirin’ with excitement, amd yellin' to us for the lov to shake a'leg before it was too late. Poor Billy was pickin' himself up, after rollin' over middle. says old three times;~and thc durned ram was prancin' away, wig- as he comes £lin’ his tail like little boys does their fingers with a thumb = chces to the nose, L beal gy The Doetor, explai while we was Wi for He wrz a “There's Y he, “eatin’ his O as ftted Lo of his h barrel ‘I find anywk don't like grass. Well, what must of horns and mutton do but try to shove him : the Mind vou, that does like grass, and he's got sev i square lunch on—but, no sirt W - must have hunk of bread out of Billy's : hoop: ; for any! ne. 1 a side of beef > 1 rolls 2fter the brute, but the rams runs hinks the fight is over and goes on atin’. in time to see the end of the round. Bill's goin’ to lck him, but cuss me if 1 He can’t get that blaatin’, skippin’ mess of He don’t understand at all. If the sheep him one fair hack, he'd show him! Look! O, gain! Damn that sheep gnt for Billy's friends to witness. and stand, by as game and useless as a rooster n a lookin' glass. He'd chase after heep, gruntin’ fierce, but pshaw! the critter’d simply trot right away from him, wigglin’ that insultin’ tail in his face. Old Bill's tail was coiled as tight as a watch-spring with rage. “He'll do him,” says the Doctor. “He sure will! Now you walt “I am_waitin',”, says Steve, at the end of the twentiett round. “Waitin"'an" waitin’. he only play that I see Billy makin® for the sheep to break his neck buntin’ him. You hand me that rifle. T'll now bet the crowd there's a dead heep here in five seconds by the watch. I can't stand k and 2 »und the w the rud ents of would rin’: “Well, that's j 3 Vinr A GRAY-WHISKERED : 22 SR —EOCKET - = But we wouldn’t let him cut in. Fair play Is fair plag. S 4 ! g “Bo. lays Wind River, soft, “Bill has lal¢ “us ropes 5 4 —1 see it E e “G'wan!” savs Steve. “You see it in your own eye! “Weli, yol watch,” says Windy. - “Bill and me has been pretty well ucquainted ever since that day he called me a Har—look at him now!" Sure enough. Bill was nosin’ his barrel away from the house. I couldn't e the point exactly, but took it on faith. He was knocked galley-west and crooked three times before he moved the thing a rod, but whatever he had in his mind, he went on with it as soon as he got up. “Oh, thunder!” says the Doctor. “See him now! Billy, you're an old f: ! You'll get butted plumb into the crik next pass!” For Bill had pushed the barrel to within five foot of the edge of the creck. And when he heard the Doc- L like his back in- If you for > his tly in this comin’, science to call yor another things his and rub against you alp-lock on their co metimes bow-legged Hastings, our h aram tor talk, I'll take my oath that pig looked up and smiled. ¢ the bottem ot He ex- “He's got him now!” s: Wind River. “He's go m butted now, for all my next yea alary! I see it in his fac And Windy was so dead sure he impressed the rest of us. So there's silence while old Foxey Bill is chewin’ away in the barrel. and the ram is comin’ over the gras t-r-rint, t-r-rint—as hard as he can paste her, head down nd he ake care of essed not— got mad and talke flyin’ his and eyes shut. Bill, he don't see anything, either, until igin’, stubborn, so he never there ain't more'n three foot of air between 'em, and then ras the use of h »0ss, when he jumps aside. ts thinki le th here ever a he'd or t every man in reach didn't up »wn his throat? He said he'd rather be a nigger on a condemned Government steamboat than bear the title of boss of such a rag-chewin’, hide-bound set ot 1 kick, worth 1 So then he went behind the shack and poutsd. Well, we liked Hastings, and this made us feel bad—that's the I110W we hated that woolly. bleatin’' fool of a sheep! Jimmy! hollers the Injun to his little boy. ‘Run get grand- way he worked us. “'Well,” says Windy, “I'm layin' fur th’ day he snaggles pa, Towser, mamma, and the baby—everybody's goin’ to “Swoosh!” goes the ram into the water, and Billy straightens out his little curly tail and waves it in the air like a flag. And holler! I wisht you could have heard that pig. Nothin’ could have been more human. “T've got the deady-deady on you, you hook-nosed, slad-sided, second cousin of a Government mule!” says he. “Oh! I've got you kick, kick—nothin’ but kick, and life wasn't where I want you and the way I want you, and it's up to you to convert yourself into cash at the earliest oppor- tunity, for you won't be worth much in the market when Tm tired of my fun This he says as he gallops to the other side to head the sheep off, his mild blue eye on fire. e Doctor he fried up a dish of all sorts s - himself up with Foxey Bill. You're goin’ to see a nice pick one of these and take it home—no Injun so poor bul ., st it - & piest manner and took it l;:round in a n,.-/rrhl‘:o?::. h?«’;. quiet sheep after that happens.” : what he's entitled to at least one Englishman.'” hluele!;:.“ S SHTERN Wil X G pae Wit 8 e Didn’t want food. Heart was broke. So then we all went The rest of us had lots of faith in Bllly, but we couldn’t * “That's all right,” says Windy. “But where's your i & ahotp GowT swim minch better than & mowin' ma. and apologized and agreed to keep the ram. Then Hastings See where he stood a show to win. Injun now?" chine, and this feller got desperate—he was for the shore recovered and we had that cussed sheep on our hands and “Shucks!” says Steve. “The sheep'll knock the bacon “Well,” says Steve, fiabbergasted, “that's kind of true, no matter what broke. And Bill ripped the wool out of hin teet and all over us out of him. The Lord knows I don’t want to see it, but too; he has vanished some.” for fair as he tried to scramble up. We for Foxe “I knew he'd do it wae like the devil enterin’ a happy home. As that's what's got to happen. Poor Bill ain’t onto his style 1 bet you money,” says the Doctor, “that Bill does “Our fight, Steve!” says the Doctor. g o N him all the time! You throw up the sponge and we'll yank he just took one long look at the brite, curlin’ of fightin’ at all. You know how pigs make war—standin® him." d uneurlin’ his little tail; then “Hungh!" s he, and side by side, tryin’ to hook each other in the flank, gruntin’ o " says Steve. “And vet the critter out!" linked his cves ehut, walkin' away from there. T've seen and circlin” around with little quick steps—how's that goln' g 11llmh:;elotger?:a:h;e{)-o-ox\:;:enlltm:‘mon{h‘s wages?” “Let him drown,” says Steve. “I don't like him, hide times when T'd liked to been able to use.the English of to apply to this son-of-a-gun that hits you a welt like a “I'm for standin’ by my friends,” says the Doctor. “I'l Tor hair—and besides, think what he's cost me™ that grunt to thoroughly acquaint some gentleman of how domestic cannon and then chases himself off to the skyline het vou up to the first of January.” But that wouldn't do. H ngs would have looked so e I thought of him, but I ain’t got the gift of speech. for another try?” o ¥ > i iy “Got you,” says Steve. “You know where you can bor- mournful, harpiness couldn’t get along in the same terri- It was an awful call-down—but the sheep he didn't care. “Well,” cut in the Doctor, “I ain't a-sayin’ how—but row chewin’, anyhow. -Any other gentleman want part of tory with him. So out comes Mr. Ram. Done. Everiast. If there was such & fhing a% @ foolish Sheeny, that's what Bill does him, all the same—bet your life!” this?” ingly done. All in and the cover screwed down. We pointed a sheep would remind me of. “You talk feeble-minded,” say: Sl . 2 8 i our fingers at him a v S bdp Blod s But ‘the -rest Of wl Fug o Pricticsl epbiiea’ Boteis says Steve. Nobody'd more Steve had money he’'d drew out of his poker game up g at him and d@id a war danece around him, s like to believe you than me, but the points ain't on the town, so the rest of us stood not to live high until after “Agh-hagh! You will, will you? Now. don't you wi its various branc 28, There's one night the Doctor cards. It'll be just like that Braddock campaign agin the n first, if Foxey Bill didn't lick at sheep. We been goo He hadn't a word to s: at o ol the cabin with a mess of flapjacks in his hands, Injuns. There goes the Britishers (that's Bill) amblin’ gaily de Tetioye Ho wonlh Sl he o o money. Billy, he comes up and rubs Wind Rivers lens cot pro ;“,‘h ~ 130 -:’:?(}(”Y 211 vy’fusx ‘s u‘m xp_tlxc pistol pocket through the woods, dressed up in red and marchin’ arm to Well, sir, it was a tough time waitin’ for the combat under him just as natural as ever, not set up or swell- of brown checke hoverim il Around wpmle with a stock arm, for fear some carelesy Injun would miss ‘em, and to come off. Bill simply despised the sheep. Couldn’t stand headed a bit, lke the mentleman he was. A Thion Wind Hivet subws s one Gt o there’s the Injuns (that's that durned ram) off in the woods near to him. The only time he'd stay by the house was The ram eat his grass and minded his own business v n iver shows his one toth and rocks on his jumpin’ up and down with pleasure and surprise. ‘Oh, when the sheep was off somewheres. And, of course, it was from that Christmas time on. 2 ‘ el &2 // ; ’/. DA A ANV o N/