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March 11, 1922 
7bt RURAL. NEW-YORKER 
“A con pic of years ago old Bill Crook | 
brought liis women folks out here for a 
visit. ‘‘Old Bill Crook.” it must be 
known, was the lumberman who owned 
the camp. There was his wife and two 
girls. The girls were all right, but the 
missus got scared. Said it was too lone¬ 
some- couldn’t stand the wind hollering 
in the trees. I guess some of the years 
behind her run crooked. Anyway, she 
got scared and said she wouldn't stay an¬ 
other night. Carried on so that the old 
man gave in. and in the afternoon they 
started hack. It had stormed all day and 
growing worse all the time. The old mau 
knew it. but what could he do? The reg 
ular teamster was off the job. and the old 
man says: 
“ ‘Andy, you'll have to go along and 
drive for us.' 
“I didn't hanker for the job, because 
I knew what we would run into when 
we got. out of the woods; but wo bitolled 
up and started. The women laid down 
in the straw behind us. and the old man 
and I were on the seat. Fierce? That 
was the worst storm I ever was out iu. 
It nigh blew the old man off the seat. 
Finally he had to get in behind with the 
women. We might have gone about four 
miles when the off horse stepped on some¬ 
thing that threw him. Might have been 
a stone or a lump of ice, but, anyway, he 
lost his footing and went down in the 
snow. The nigh horse started to run, 
and dragged horse, sled and all up against 
a tree. The missus screamed, the old man 
swore and the girls laughed. I got. that 
nigh horse calmed down dually, and the 
off horse got up on his feet, lie limped 
like an old veteran, for the nigh horse 
had stepped on his leg and slit it from 
hock to hoof. It- was an awful wound, 
and I knew that horse never could make 
town or camp that way. It was growing 
dark as pitch in the woods, what with the 
storm and the snow on the tree hiding 
what light, there was. The old man and 
I took a little straw and built, a fire. We 
cut pine houghs with the ax and made 
a little shelter for the women, where they 
could sit on blankets. Then 1 said to the 
Old man : 
'* 'Cap. Ryan’s house is close by here 
somewhere. If I can find it. we'll have 
to put up there for the night. No use 
trying to. make town or camp with that 
horse. You stay here and keep the fire 
going, and I'll hunt for the house.’ 
‘Tie agreed, and I waded off into the 
snow. I knew about where I was. but 
it got so dark I couldn’t see. The big 
trees bid the light of the fire, and first I 
knew I ran right into Cap. Ryan’s hay¬ 
stack. I felt my way around it, and 
finally found his little barn, and then the 
house. Everything was dark as pitch. 
‘Nobody home,’ says I. It was hotter, too. 
for Cap. Ryan was no companion for 
women when lie had liijuor on hand. The 
door was locked, but I found a window 
loose, and crawled in. We always make 
ourselves at home up in this country at 
HOPE FARM NOTES 
“Cap Ryan” 
PART I 
During the coldest part of the cold snap 
the young folks in our community planned 
a sleigh vide* In these diiys of efivs and 
trucks, the old-time sleigli, with its jing¬ 
ling hells and lively horses throwing 
snowballs with their feet back at the 
crowd, Is a forgotten institution, remem¬ 
bered only bv old-timers who have been 
blown off the road by gasoline. 
“Bring out the bob-tailed bay. 
Two-forty for bis speed. 
Then bitch him to au open sleigh. 
And, crack ! you’ll take the lead . 
That is what we used to sing in the 
good, old days, when honest oats and hay 
through horse flesh provided road power. 
I con vein ember iny youth, and so, when 
a delegation of these young folks came 
and asked me to donate the services of 
Tom and Broker. I promptly agreed. I lie 
biff gravs never could play the part ot 
anv “bob-tailed bay” with n 2:40 record, 
but they can pull a sled through a dntt 
or over bare ground. Tom and Broker 
bad been out for several days scraping 
the snow off the roads, to make things 
easy for the eats; now they round that 
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Ivan when I worked in a “I was in the kitchen. It was neat as 
near Fake Michigan. Ho wax, with stove and all the cooking tools. 
■ form in tile woods, where The woudbox was full of wood, and the 
■ ring the Summer, and did pantry with a good lot of food. It seemed 
i carpenter in Winter. He mighty comfortable after that storm, but 
ec and one dav tlie boss as l stood there with the lamp looking 
uv 15 bushels. Cap. Ryan around, somehow 1 began to get Iright- 
a little log bouse, which he ened at. something. I eouTdn t make out 
is wix ITo was a big man. what it, was. but- something about that 
like other folks,” except house sent, the chills up and down my 
Exceeding drink lrnd turned back. The door leading to that little 
rce red beak, about twice its spare room was shut. There was a key 
and a bright crimson in standing in the lock. I don t know why 
altogether the most remark- or how I came to dy> it. but something 
ver saw. Tap. had his po- just told me that this room had some!lung 
nit with soil thrown over inside that wasn’t right. I just stepped 
11 " them out into a bushel over, locked the door, and pocketed the key 
masurin- and his wav of “Then I found the lantern ami lighted 
was to throw one little po- it, and waded through the snow back to 
near-bv hole whenever we our fire. That bnr&e was sore and lame, 
hel into the wagon. As we but he managed to limp along, and we 
' Rvan related incidents of finally got all hands up to Cap Ryans 
sailor Tie was in the navy place. The boss and the women went 
ivil War and nothing eonld into the house and started a roaring tiro 
ucd for General Ben Butler, in the stove. I got. those horses out and 
t it New Orleans Butler put them in the barn. It was a close fit 
the sailors go on shore to for them, but they were comfortable. <> n 
fives” As be talked about a little shelf at. one side of tile barn were 
’ 1,is nose flamed ;.s red as two big bottles. I knew b.v the smell that 
T 1) five oft on wondrml how one was partly filled with turpentine, 
pirate ever came to moor his the otbvr bad about half a pint of rnignt % \ 
hat lonely Michigan clearing;* poor whisky. Thinks I. Til take rare 
d be was fl deserter: I enn- of that all right, when I get this horse 
it that When there were fixed.’ The lining of my coat was loose, 
toes in the hole, I wrote out and I pulled a big piece of it out, poured 
be store for the immev. and turpentine over it. ami wrapped it around 
■ r.iit of siffbt I saw Gap. that horse’s leg. He reared and snorted 
iis house and start on the a little, hut it was the best I could do for 
town where he could "enjoy him. While I was working over him the 
He went off down the trail old man came in. lie was a lug man. 
hound dog. with that fierce and pretty near had to crawl ns he came 
r.j m on through the door. He saw that big bottle 
* * * * * on the shelf and went over and smelled of 
np , Andv and I unloaded the it. I knew as well as I know I'm stand¬ 
out them in the dug-out. ing here that he wanted to empty half of 
that, biff red nose. Andv it at one swag. lie stood and looked at 
e sack of potatoes he was it a little while, and then lie looked at 
(T a piece of tobace... and me. Then he shook Ills head, wn ked to 
remarked* the' door, and smashed that bottle over 
•it nose once when it was the end of a log in the barn frame. That 
iV » whisky smelt awful good as it spattered 
something worth invostigat- over the snow, tint that was the best place 
Hit call it a remarkable phe- for it. Then the boss began to talk 
1 that night I stayed in t' e mighty steady and Rnlenin. 
to help Andv clean up. In ‘"Andy.’ he said, there* something 
v sendees with dishrag and wrong about this place \\ here s< ap. 
pod Tap. Rvan’s red nose off R.van? W hats happened to him? What s 
his memory. T will try to inside that little room / I lie girls tried 
torv Tt would hardly do to to get in there, but the door is locked, 
language. I shall have to I m a hard man to bluff or scare, but I 
-one of his remarks, but in don't like things here. What’s in there?’ 
‘ i*.;... (To Be Continued) 
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