R GOES SAILING INTO THE DRINK"

"A HA HA! CUT IN TWO IN THE MIDDLE"

"THAT WOOLLY, BLAATIN' FOOL OF A SHEEP"

"CHASES HIMSELF OFF TO THE SKY-LINE FOR ANOTHER TRY"

"THE DURNED RAM WAS PRANCIN' AWAY"

"HE WAS KNOCKED GALLEY-WEST"

"THAT PIG LOOKED UP AND SMILED"

"AND HOLLER! I WISHT YOU COULD HAVE HEARD THAT PIG"

"DONE. EVERLASTINGLY DONE"

THROUGH THE GLASS I GOT A BETTER VIEW OF THE
POOR DEVIL ABOUT TO BE STRUNG

WE CALLED TO HIM TO HALT, AND HE STOPPED,
KIND OF GRINNED AT US AND SAYS: "HELLO!"

YES, SIR; THERE HE SAT, AND HE WAS KNITTIN' A PAIR OF SOCKS!

TWENTY-FIVE FOOT OF A DROP, CLEAR, TO ICE-WATER--WOW!

"WHOOP HER UP, COLIN!" I HOLLERS

Red Saunders' Pets And Other Critters

The Pets

"Of all the worlds I ever broke into, this one's the most curious,"
said Red. "And one of the curiousest things in it is that I think it's
queer. Why should I, now? What put it into our heads that affairs
ought to go so and so and so, when they never do anything of the sort?
Take any book you read, or any story a man tells you: it runs along
about how Mr. Smith made up his mind to do this or that, and proceeded
to do it. And that never happened. What Mr. Smith calls making up his
mind is nothing more nor less than Mr. Smith's dodging to cover under
pressure of circumstances. That's straight. Old Lady Luck comes for
Mr. Smith's mind, swinging both hands; she gives it a stem-winder on
the ear; lams it for keeps on the smeller; chugs it one in the short
ribs, drives right and left into its stummick, and Mr. Smith's mind
breaks for cover; then Mr. Smith tells his wife that--he's made up his
mind--_He_, mind you. Wouldn't that stun you?

"Some people would say, 'Mr. Sett and Mr. Burton made up their minds to
start the Big Bend Ranch.' All right; perhaps they did, but let me
give you an inside view of the factory.

"First off, Billy Quinn, Wind-River Smith, and me were putting up hay
at the lake beds. It was a God-forsaken, lonesome job, to say the best
of it, and we took to collecting pets, to make it seem a little more
like home.

"Billy shot a hawk, breaking its wing. That was the first in the
collection. He was a lovely pet. When you gave him a piece of meat he
said 'Cree,' and clawed chunks out of you, but most of the time he sat
in the corner with his chin on his chest, like a broken-down lawyer.
We didn't get the affection we needed out of him. Well, then
Wind-River found a b