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RECREATION. 



I had also forgotten an important thing 

 in fighting Indians, which is that they 

 always guard their back trail. That fact 

 was impressed on me in a short time, for 

 as I turned the next point I ran squarely 

 into the middle of 8 Indians sitting on 

 their horses waiting for Jim to come up 

 on the trail. There was no show to get 

 back, and to turn would be sure death; so 

 with a muttered prayer that I might shoot 

 straight I drew my 6-shooter and sent 

 one Indian to the happy hunting grounds. 

 By that time the Indians were shooting 

 in every direction and were a badly rat- 

 tled lot. It was a complete surprise all 

 round. In the melee one Indian shot 

 another's horse. The animal fell, pinning 

 his rider to the ground. I was pretty well 

 on to the ways of a wounded Indian, and 

 so put a ball through his body before he 

 could bring his gun to bear on me. The 

 other 6 were running down the coulee 

 within 40 yards of the man they were wait- 

 ing to ambush and the best shot in the 



West. By the time I got straightened out 

 I heard Jim's Winchester crack, and when 

 close enough to talk he broke out with, 



"Well, pard, I've been in many an In- 

 jun scrimmage, but that was a little the 

 slickest piece of work with a 6-shooter 

 I've seen yet. I seed ye 'comin' down 

 onto them Injuns, but couldn't get word 

 to ye in time no how. Let's take a look 

 down in the coulee. I plugged 4 of 'em 

 out o' 6 shots. I'll bet they won't steal 

 any more mules, and when I get their 

 ha'r raised they can't get into the happy 

 huntin' grounds, .'cause sculped Injuns 

 can't go thar no how.' 



"We went back to the boys and 

 camped. They had rounded up the mules 

 and securely picketed them and the 

 horses for the night. We broke camp in 

 the morning and pulled out for home. 

 We had recovered the mules, but the 

 wagon, harness and grub stake . were 

 burned, and, of course, the hunt was 

 busted." 





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AMATEUR PHOTO BY DR. J. G. GRANT. 



NOW I'M READY. 



Highly commended in Recreation's 5th Annual Photo 

 Competition. Made with Poco camera. 



BACK TO BOYHOOD. 



S. E. BAKER. 



" Come on, old chum ; let's both for one 



brief day 

 Place business cares and worries well 



away 

 And be just boys again. Let's find, 



old man, 

 That brook of speckled beauties if we 



can ; 

 And catch a few, my friend. What do 



you say? 



" The years fly fast ; we both are getting 



gray ; 

 But we will put those years aside and 

 play 

 Again we're sunburned followers of 

 Pan. 



Come on, old chum. 



" We'll listen to the notes of joyous jay; 

 We'll lounge a while on sweetly scented 

 hay, 

 And with broad hats our heated faces 



fan, 

 And cultivate a dark brown coat of 

 tan ; 

 We'll sidetrack trouble, and we'll just 

 be gay. 



Come on, old chum." 



"About what per cent, should you tip a 

 waiter?" 



"No per cent., but 90 degrees for not 

 giving the service you pay his employer 

 for." 



