Argosy All-Story Weekly — page 123: what you’re looking at

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THE WAY OF with him, mounted. Gibson climbed on be- hind, where he had ridden on the trip out. Only one horseman remained. This man had not dismounted. He now sat on his horse and silently stared as Cameron and Gibson rode past him. Cameron observed that the horseman was Calamity. They rode eastward, Calamity. trailing behind. ‘They had reached the rim of the valley when Gibson said slowly: “Tf you want to bust Calamity’s heart, Cameron, just tell him that us boys was tryin’ to run a whizzer on you.” “ Whizzer?” exclaimed Cameron. ‘‘ Gib- THE BUFFALO. 113 son, you don’t mean to tell me you were bluffing?” “Yep,” answered Gibson. ‘‘ You never tumbled. We thought you’d be tickled to get away. Nobody was goin’ to shoot you. All the boys was in. But not Calamity. You got to give us credit for tryin’. “Far as your givin’ me a job goes—I don’t want it; though turnin’ down fifty dollars a day is a mighty reckless thing to do. “ But Vl trail along with Ballantine, an’ when he’s through, Ill get me a job herd- in’ sheep.” TO BE CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK v Le Lo] ADVICE TO TIME 2 BACKWARD, turn backward, O time in your flight; Make me a child again, just for to-night.” Somebody burbled that buncombe to me When I was tall as a grasshopper’s knee. T was impressed with it, just as I should— Since, I have figured it isn’t so good. Time, if my wishes at all are consulted, Still may face forward—I’ll not be insulted. Back in my childhood I ran all the chores Out in the open and also indoors; Those were the days when I’d colic and croup, Measles and mumps and the cough with a whoop; Discarded clothing of brother and father Added its weight to my juvenile bother. Many annoying and saddening things Came ere the comfort that middle age brings, Time, if affection for me you would show, Face right ahead—yes, and keep on the go! Steadily life has grown sweeter and kinder; Friends to my faults have grown steadily blinder; Bitterness, once that so readily came, Comes far less oft with its burden of blame. “ Backward, turn backward, O time in your flight “— Don’t! 8 A Something tells me it wouldn’t be right. Strickland Gillilan. Comicooolk (C@)