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Show all Sales As told to: ELMO FRANK E. .nd SCOTT HAGAN WATSON A Splitting Tale BEN SUTTON of Colorado Springs, Colo., has an Uncle Jim who never splits an urmload of kindling for his wife but that lie thinks of the time over on the Western Slope when he was working for a man, splitting logs. One morning he had an immense tree half-way split open when 2G Ute Indians surrounded him and their chief, old Holey .Moccasin, .Moc-casin, told him he'd have to go back to camp with them. O Uncle Jim knew darned well they Intended to burn him at the stake, but he said "All right, I'll go. But first I've got to get this log split. Now, If yuu want me to go very soon, you've just got to turn in and help me. The chief agreed to help, so Uncle Jim put 11! of the Utes on one side of the log and 13 on the other. "Now, all of you get a deep holt and pull," he said. "Take both hands and I'll drive the wedges In while you hold (lie split open." The redskins did just as he directed di-rected and began pulling as hard as they could while Uncle Jim be-gan be-gan tapping at the wedges. But ln-stead ln-stead of driving them In, he began loosening them. Suddenly he knocked the wedges out one. two, three! . . . just like that. The log snapped shut like a steel trap and there were the Utes with their hands caught In It. So Uncle Jim took his maul and went up one side of the log and down the other, tapping the Indians on the head as he went. Then he left em. He didn't know whether he just gave them a bad headache or killed them, because he never saw those Utes again. Western Nowsppr Union, |