Fifteen Western Tales, January 1953 — page 83: what you’re looking at

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SAD NOSE JOE—RAIN-MAKER! 83 into sky with rope. That no laugh-um joke. Long Tail Feathers say he go himself, such great faith he have in sacred mountain. Only one thing in way: It so happen this is best time of years to pick magic herbs, and Mountain of the Big Snoot so, big thac no herbs grow up there, magic or otherwise. Then Long Tail Feathers get idea: Let ‘Sad Nose Joe go. He Chippewas number one Washington correspondent, anyhow. Great White Father write that he want to know all developments. Well, climbing Mountain of tne Big Snoot to lasso cloud development, if there ever was one. Everybody let out big whoop. Fine idea! Even squaws do likewise. Sad.Nose Joe wish they not have tears in eyes. They keep looking at Sad Nose Joe like Sad Nose Joe going to happy hunting grounds for keeps. Sad Nose Joe write you later, Great White Father in Washington. He hope. Yours truly, Sad Nose Joe, real Chippewa. EAR Great Neale Father in Washing- ton: Sorry or delay in writing. Xplane. Next day, after write you last letter, Sad Nose Joe go to Mountain of the Big Snoot. Never see a mountain grow so before. Overnight seem to double in up-and-down size. Peak so far up, not only take both eyes to see it—but crick in neck. Sad Nose Joe just as soon postpone trip some other time, by and by, but Long Tail Feathers point out there is cloud in sky by mountain, now. Clouds these days, Long Tail Feathers say, scarce as teeth in squaw’s chickens mouth. Long Tail Feathers say don’t forget. You got nothing to worry about. Mountain of the Big Snoot sacred mountain. Of course, try to keep balance, too. Nothing like keeping balance when climb along tall mountain. Sad Nose Joe thank Long Tail Feathers for advice, say good-by to everybody and with lasso rope, start going up mountain. Sad Nose Joe climb and climb and climb. And the more he climb, the more it seem like he got to climb. Sad Nose Joe can’t help but think this not way for mountain to act, sacred or otherwise. By and by people below look like grasshoppers. Then ants. Then midget ants. Sad Nose Joe knows he getting somewhere. : | For a fellow not eat too good in long time, Sad Nose Joe sure begin to feel heavy, spe- cially in the legs. But Sad Nose Joe keep climbing up, up, up and sure enough, Great White Father in Washington, after while, Sad Nose Joe begin to find self getting near tall, skinny peak. Sad Nose Joe sigh, but that not get him anywhere. So Sad Nose Joe keep climbing up, up, up, some more. | And by and by, Sad Nose Joe look up and there is nothing else to climb. Only sky. Sad Nese Joe rest a little then tell self he now try to lasso cloud. Sad Nose Joe feel a little nervous. Not enough space around his feet. Nearly all space going up or down. NO MAN'S GUNS By William E. Vance Across the Donner Pass to play their violent parts in tough Virginia City, they rede... . A man who carried his destiny in his holster... . A pioneer girl with a will of steel to match the iron in his soul. . And waiting ahead on the grim trail no man has forgotten, that bullet-studded day when their trails met and crossed. . This stirring novelette of stagecoach days on the pioneer range, when gold was the lure and death stood guard to hold back all but the swift and strong, will feature the January issue. This and other thrill-packed Western novelettes and short stories on your newsstand now. giG~- BOO, WESTERN: MAGAZINE SSR APPS SSCS CSS SESS KSPR cComicbook CO