“Uncle Sam,” he said, smiling, if any one ventured to ask him.
So the fame of the Fool of Folly Mountain went broadcast throughout the land surrounding the stirring mining camp.
CHAPTER XII.
THE MISSION OF WHITE-EYED MOSES.
Uncle Sam’s flag had been flying and his blowpipe going for a week or more, when one day White-eyed Moses came out of Gopher Gabe’s, his fiddle in a green bag under his arm, and a bundle of clothing in another bag he hoisted over his shoulder on a stick.
Apparently, White-eyed Moses was about to depart from Blossom Range.
But when some one asked him about it, he set his pack on the ground, and explained:
“You see, it is this way: The Utes are going to haf a dance, and they want some music which is not all tom-tom. So I am going out to aggommodate the Utes.”
“Taking your clothing?” was the smiling question.