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he sufferings of the poor brutes.
He chews tobacco like a man, smokes cigar-
ettes like a Kearney dude and swears like a
pirate. He is a perfect terror to the children
of his own age, and it will be a miracle if he
doesn’t become a murderer before he is a
dozen years old.
To the cowboys he is a source of endless
amusement, and they are fast educating him in
every form of depravity. A favorite sport of
theirs is to get him in the saloon on Sunday,
make him drunk on mixed drinks, and then
tease him into a state of fenzy. He is a regular
little toper, and will drink like a fish, and when
drunk is about as ugly a little devil as you can
scare up. He will curse the cowboys, and fight
like the little savage that he is.
His Indian nature crops out in this, though,
for he fights in a peculiarly sneaking Apache
way. He will snarl at his tormentor, and appar-
ently forget all about it until he thinks his
enemy is off his guard, when he will seize a
beer glass or anything else that comes handy
and hurl it with all his puny strength at the
man who has angered him.