The great Wolfville strike -- The grinding of Dave Tutt -- The feud of Pickles -- Johnny Florer's axle grease -- Toothpick Johnson's ostracism -- The Wolfville Daily Coyote -- Cherokee Hall plays poker -- The treachery of Curly Ben -- Colonel Sterett's reminiscences -- How the dumb man rode -- How Prince Hal got help -- How Wolfville made a jest -- Death and the Donna Anna -- How Jack Rainey quit -- The defiance of Gene Watkins -- Colonel Sterett's war record -- Old Man Enright's love -- When Whiskey Billy died -- When the stage was stopped.
demands at my hands, goes. From now I pays the union schedoole, the same bein' five cents a thousand ems more than former. The Coyote as yet is not self-supportin', but that shall not affect this play. I have so far made up deeficiencies by draw-poker, which I finds to be fairly soft an' certain in this camp, an' your su'gestions of a raise merely means that I've got to set up a leetle later in a game, an' be a trifle more remorseless on a shore hand. Wharfore I yields to your requests with pleasure, as I says prior.'
"It's mighty likely Colonel Sterett acquiesces in them demands too quick; the printers is led to the thought that he's as simple to work as a Winchester. It's hooman nature to brand as many calves as you can, an' so no one's surprised when, two weeks later, them voracious printers comes frontin' up for more. The head-printer stiffens up, an' the four others assoomes eyes of iron, same as before, an' the pow wow re-opens as follows:
"'Colonel,' says the range boss for the printers,