Identifier: outing48newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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e set there on a bigrock an superintended one o th wooli-est gougin fights that has took place sinstClumbus discovered Ameriky. It was nipan tuck from th drop o th hat. ThemApaches was as game as a baskit o staleeggs, an they rid right up agin th Rebseyelashes time an agin. Wed been settin there bout two hoursenjoyin that fight, an arter a while weboth fell sound asleep. But in less n aminute th Oregon, which was cruisin inth harbor, opened up with her 12-incher,an th fust shot hit that rock square in thcollarbone—an say! It woke men Jabeup about as quick as ye could crack awalnut! Th rock was nowhere to be seen,an what do ye suppose had took place? The speaker glanced appealingly towardthe proprietor. What was it? said the latter. Well, sir—Jabe had had a touch onightmare an rolled out agin th center-pole. Thet loosened th camp kittle anshe come down kerwhang square into mysolar plexum. It knocked th wind clean—eh? Why—I—certainly! Ill take anip o that leven-year-old, Dave!
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Hopalongs Colts peeped over the ears of his horse,and he backed into a corner near the bar. Drawing by Frank E. Schoonover. BAR 20 RANGE YARNS IV.—HOPALONG KEEPS HIS WORDBY CLARENCE EDWARD MULFORD THE waters of the Rio Grande slidplacidly toward the Gulf, the hotsun branding the sleepy waters withstreaks of molten fire. To the north arosefrom the gray sandy plain the QuitmanMountains, and beyond them lay BassCanon. From the latter emerged a soli-tary figure astride a broncho, and, as heascended the topmost rise, he glanced be-low him at the placid stream and beyondit into Mexico. As he sat quietly in hissaddle he smiled and laughed gently tohimself. The trail he had just followedhad been replete with trouble which hadsuited the state of his mind, and he nowfelt humorous, having cleaned up a press-ing debt with his six-shooter. Surely thereought to be a mild sort of excitement in theland he faced, something picturesque andout of the ordinary. This was to be thefinishing touch to his

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