. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. horus, one of them fairly shrieking. My old muzzle-loading rifle that we had carried acrossthe Plains lay handy. When the men started toward him,Marden picked up the rifle to show fight and called on thedog Jim to take hold of the men. As he raised the gun touse it as a club, one of the boatmen threw up his hands,bawUng at the top of his voice, Dont shoot! Dontshoot! He forgot to mix in oaths and slunk out of sightbehind the wagon. The others also drew back. Jim showedhis teeth, and a truce followed. W
. Ox-team days on the Oregon Trail /by Ezra Meeker ; revised and edited by Howard R. Driggs. horus, one of them fairly shrieking. My old muzzle-loading rifle that we had carried acrossthe Plains lay handy. When the men started toward him,Marden picked up the rifle to show fight and called on thedog Jim to take hold of the men. As he raised the gun touse it as a club, one of the boatmen threw up his hands,bawUng at the top of his voice, Dont shoot! Dontshoot! He forgot to mix in oaths and slunk out of sightbehind the wagon. The others also drew back. Jim showedhis teeth, and a truce followed. With but Httle incon-venience the mules were taken off the path, and the oxteam was driven past. The fun of it was that the gun that had spread such con-sternation hadnt been loaded for more than twenty-fiveyears. The sight of it alone was enough for the three stal-wart braves of the canal. It took New York to cap the climax — to bring me allsorts of experiences, sometimes with the police, sometimeswith the gaping crowds, and sometimes at the City Hall. ? Driving on to the Capital 215. Brown Bros, In the great automobile factory near Cleveland, Ohio, the oldprairie schooner came into vivid contrast with the new meansof following the trail. Mayor McClellan was not in the city when I arrived;but the acting mayor said that while he could not grant mea permit to come in, he would have the police commissionerinstruct his men not to molest me. Either the instructionswere not general enough, or else the men paid no atten-tion; for when I got down as far as 161st Street on Am-sterdam Avenue, a policeman interfered and ordered mydriver to take the team to the police station, which hevery properly refused to do. It was after dark and I had just gone around the cornerto engage quarters for the night when this occurred. Re-turning, I saw the young policeman attempt to move theteam, but as he didnt know how, they wouldnt budge apeg, whereupon he arrested my driver and took him away. Anothe
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