Adventure, August 3, 1919 — page 100: what you’re looking at

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Adventure , a “And what is it you’re lookin’ for so rapidly passing eorex: Sacgeae! f their | hot, sharply, me man?” adoption of the vice of et smoking, Whin I told him that I was watching for ‘It was an orfal hot day, incredit . . to see the aborigines and the buffaloes, he sor, witherin’, as you might say, but says, says he: nobody seemed to mind it, Actually, the “Buffalo Bill killed the last one in New landlord’s wife had worn a beaver cape Jersey in the Spring of ’85, and the Injinsall over her shoulders that mornin’. ‘ wear regular clothes now like human bein’s. _ eighty-six at three o'clock when Mr. Mack i But you'll find they haven’t changed their and his friends arrived, with | pe, a manners, me lad, whin you see them lined _ for their entertainment, a brass of five up before the bar, especially the ones from men, He was a man in his forties, fat, . Essex County, d’ye mind!” dark-haired, with piercing brown eyes ’ Fe “And the cowboys, sor, with their anda grand outjutting nose. But his skin ;. ™ Iassoos and horses? I've seen only farmin’ was as fair as et pe! sor. machinery,” I says. Still, he had the gloomy stern look that “Oh, you'll not see a cowboy this side of one naturally would expect in an Indian Chicago!” says Mr. Degraw. ‘You must chief, and the preposterous heat seemed know,” says he, “that there’s little excite- to have no effect upon him or his friends ment up here in the mountains. All the except to give ’em a thirst. He was very » bad-men, gun-fighters and train-robbers affable indeed—no royal airs at all—and he eee ; hang out in the big cities, and, if you’re asked me manny questions about the old . keen for that sort of life, you should have counthry after the landlord told him I was : | stayed in New York.” from Treland—especially about banshees, . The weather was bally hot, sor, the pixies and the likes o’ that. nt thermometer hanging in the car registerin’ There was two of them that hadn’t come, a all of eighty-three. Quite bloomin’ trop- by name of O’Toole and O'Keefe, ical, indeed! But, about the time I was kept by other ingagements until, night, minded to remove my coat as my employer when they were comin’ by carriage, a fifty- and everybody else had done, we arrived mile trip! Sorry the day they ever started! in higher regions, and I preserved my self- The German band serenaded the ladies respect, sor. It was much cooler at the at the hotel, and then they all took posses- | - Lake. sion’ of the pool-room—all but the Indian - “f The bar, sor, was in the pool-room, near prince and an artist chap, who went out the water some distance from the hotel; fishin’. I asked Mr. Degraw what his the stock was very superior, and I thought Highness preferred in the way of liquor. 6 te Reet pitt tm: lee . that whole situation wasn’t half bad. The “What d’ye mean, Highness?” says he, landlord instructed me in mixin’ many “The Indian prince, sor. Mr. Mack, Hamerican drinks next mornin’. In the _ sor,” I says. a fil daytime ’twas mostly lydies who frequented ‘Who told you he was an Injin?” he ‘ the pool-room, playin’ the game very skill- asks. fully, I should say, but I gathered from “I heard your good lydy say so, sor, their conversation that Saturdays and yesterday. I presume this is the same i Sundays were much enlivened by the gentleman, sor,” says L. : Li? presence of husbands. “Gosh! It’s a mighty good thing, young #\. It was an extraordinary quiet spot, sor, feller, that you spoke to me about him. ah my word! I anticipated much from the If he suspected that you knew he was an zh expected arrival towards evening of a favor- Injin, it’s ten to one that he’d scalp you Th ite visitor, a newspaper-man from Newark, . before you knew he had his knife out! in the Province of New Jersey, by name of Don’t open your face and let out any Mack, who was an inveterate joker. ‘highness’ or prin ce’ stuff while he’s here— I gathered the idea that he was some sort not on your hatpin! Not on your hat- of a big mogul from hearing Mrs. Degraw pin!” says he! tell another lydy that Mack was a prince; If all Hamericans were like that parrty, that he was a genuine Indian, I was Prohibition would have come he the States charmed at the idea, don’t you know, of rs | 1 failure encountering one of the aboriginal princes, ~ for Mr, Degraw had told me that they were comicbooks.com