"Yo"re both crazy," growls old Joshua. "But I"ve lived up here eatin" nuts and wearin" a painter-hide till I ain"t sh.o.r.e of my own sanity. Anyway, I know the only way to disagree successfully with Elkins is to kill him, and I got strong doubts of bein" able to do that, even if I wanted to. Lead on! I"ll do anything in reason to keep eddication out of Chawed Ear. "Tain"t only my own feelin"s in regard to schoolteachers. It"s the principle of the thing."
"Git yore clothes then," I said, "and le"s hustle."
"This painter hide is all I got," he said.
"You cain"t go down into the settlements in that garb," I says.
"I can and will," says he. "I look about as civilized as you do, with yore clothes all tore to rags account of that b"ar. I got a hoss down in that canyon. I"ll git him."
So Joshua got his hoss, and Glanton got his"n, and I got Cap"n Kidd, and then the trouble started. Cap"n Kidd evidently thought Joshua was some kind of a varmint, because every time Joshua come near him he taken in after him and run him up a tree. And every time Joshua tried to come down, Cap"n Kidd busted loose from me and run him back up again.
I didn"t get no help from Bill; all he done was laugh like a spotted hyener, till Cap"n Kidd got irritated at them guffaws and kicked him in the belly and knocked him clean through a clump of spruces. Time I got him ontangled he looked about as disreputable as what I did, because his clothes was tore most off of him. We couldn"t find his hat, neither, so I tore up what was left of my shirt and he tied the pieces around his head like a Apache. We was sure a wild-looking bunch.
But I was so disgusted thinking about how much time we was wasting while all the time Bear Creek was wallering in ignorance, so the next time Cap"n Kidd went for Joshua I took and busted him betwixt the ears with my six-shooter, and that had some effect on him.
So we sot out, with Joshua on a ga"nt old nag he rode bare-back with a hackamore, and a club he toted not having no gun. I had Bill to ride betwixt him and me, so"s to keep that painter hide as far from Cap"n Kidd as possible, but every time the wind shifted and blowed the smell to him, Cap"n Kidd reched over and taken a bite at Joshua, and sometimes he bit Bill"s hoss instead, and sometimes he bit Bill, and the langwidge Bill directed at that pore dumb animal was shocking to hear.
But between rounds, as you might say, we progressed down the trail, and early the next morning we come out onto the Chawed Ear Road, some miles west of Chawed Ear. And there we met our first human -- a feller on a pinto mare, and when he seen us he give a awful squall and took out down the road towards Chawed Ear like the devil had him by the seat of the britches.
"Le"s catch him and find out if the teacher"s got there yet!" I hollered, and we taken out after him, yelling for him to wait a minute, but he spurred his hoss that much harder, and before we"d gone any piece, hardly, Joshua"s fool hoss jostled agen Cap"n Kidd, which smelt that painter skin and got his bit betwixt his teeth and run Joshua and his hoss three miles through the bresh before I could stop him. Glanton follered us, and of, course, time we got back to the road, the feller on the pinto mare was out of sight long ago.
So we headed for Chawed Ear, but everybody that lived along the road had run into their cabins and bolted the doors, and they shot at us through their winders as we rode by. Glanton said irritably, after having his off-ear nicked by a buffalo rifle, he says: "Dern it, they must know we aim to steal their schoolteacher."
"Aw, they couldn"t know that," I said. "I bet they is a war on between Chawed Ear and War Paint."
"Well, what they shootin" at _me_ for, then?" demanded old Joshua. "I don"t hang out at War Paint, like you fellers. I"m a Chawed Ear man myself."
"I doubt if they rekernizes you with all them whiskers and that rig you got on," I said. "Anyway -- what"s that?"
Ahead of us, away down the road, we seen a cloud of dust, and here come a gang of men on hosses, waving their guns and yelling.
"Well, whatever the reason is," says Glanton, "we better not stop to find out! Them gents is out for blood!"
"Pull into the bresh," says I. "I"m goin" to Chawed Ear today in spite of h.e.l.l, high water, and all the gunmen they can raise!"
So we taken to the bresh, leaving a trail a blind man could of follered, but we couldn"t help it, and they lit into the bresh after us, about forty or fifty of "em, but we dodged and circled and taken short cuts old Joshua knowed about, and when we emerged into the town of Chawed Ear, our pursuers warn"t nowheres in sight. They warn"t n.o.body in sight in the town, neither. All the doors was closed and the shutters up on the cabins and saloons and stores and everything. It was pecooliar.
As we rode into the clearing somebody let _bam_ at us with a shotgun from the nearest cabin, and the load combed old Joshua"s whiskers. This made me mad, and I rode at the cabin and pulled my foot out"n the stirrup and kicked the door in, and while I was doing this, the feller inside hollered and jumped out the winder, and Glanton grabbed him by the neck and taken his gun away from him. It was Esau Barlow, one of Chawed Ear"s confirmed citizens.
"What the h.e.l.l does you Chawed Ear buzzards mean by this here hostility?" roared Bill.
"Is that you, Glanton?" gasped Barlow, blinking his eyes.
"Yes, it"s me!" bellered Bill wrathfully. "Do I look like a Injun?"
"Yes -- _ow!_ I mean, I didn"t know you in that there turban," says Barlow. "Am I dreamin", or is that Joshua Braxton and Breckinridge Elkins?"
"Sh.o.r.e it"s us!" snorted Joshua. "Who you think?"
"Well," says Esau, rubbing his neck, "I didn"t know!" He stole a glance at Joshua"s painter-hide and he batted his eyes again, and kind of shaken his head like he warn"t sure of hisself, even then.
"Where is everybody?" Joshua demanded.
"Well," says Esau, "a little while ago d.i.c.k Lynch rode into town with his hoss all of a lather, and swore he"d jest out-run the wildest war-party that ever come down from the hills!
""Boys," says d.i.c.k, "they ain"t neither Injuns nor white men! They"re them cussed wild men that New York perfessor was talkin" about! One of "em"s big as a grizzly b"ar, with no shirt on, and he"s ridin" a hoss bigger"n a bull moose. One of the others is as ragged and ugly as him, but not so big, and wearin" a Apache head-dress. T"other"n"s got nothin" on but a painter"s hide, and a club, and his hair and whiskers falls to his shoulders! When they seen me," says d.i.c.k, "they sot up the awfullest yells I ever heard and come for me like so many wild Injuns. I fogged it for town," says d.i.c.k, warnin" everybody along the road to fort theirselves in their cabins."
"Well," says Esau, "when he says that, sech men as was left in town got their hosses and guns -- except me which cain"t ride account of a risin" I got in a vital spot -- and they taken out up the road to meet the war-party before it got into town."
"Well, of all the cussed fools!" I snorted. "Lissen, where-at"s the new schoolteacher?"
"She ain"t arriv yet," says he. "She"s due on the next stage, and the mayor and the band rode out to meet her at the Yaller Creek crossin" and escort her into town in honor. They pulled out before d.i.c.k Lynch brung news of the war-party."
"Well, come on!" I says to my warriors. "I aims to meet that stage too!"
So we pulled out and fogged it down the road, and purty soon we heard music blaring ahead of us, and men yipping and shooting off their pistols like they does when they"re celebrating, so we jedged the stage had already arriv.
"What you goin" to do now?" ast Glanton, and about that time a noise bust out behind us, and I looked back and seen that gang of Chawed Ear maniacs which had been chasing us dusting down the road after us, waving their Winchesters. I seen it warn"t no use to try to stop and argy with "em. They"d fill us full of lead before we could get clost enough to make "em hear what we was saying. So I hollered: "Come on! If they git her into town they"ll fort theirselves agen us, and we"ll never git her! We"ll have to take her by force! Foller me!"
So we swept down the road and around the bend, and there was the stagecoach coming up the road with the mayor riding alongside with his hat in his hand, and a whisky bottle sticking out of each saddle-bag and his hip pocket. He was orating at the top of his voice to make hisself heard above the racket the band was making. They was blowing horns of every kind, and banging drums, and tw.a.n.ging on Jews harps, and the hosses was skittish and shying and jumping. But we heard the mayor say: " -- And so we welcomes you, Miss Devon, to our peaceful little community, where life runs smooth and tranquil, and men"s souls is overflowing with milk and honey -- " And jest then we stormed around the the bend and come tearing down on "em with the mob right behind us yelling and cussing and shooting free and fervent.
The next minute they was the d.a.m.ndest mix-up you ever seen, what with the hosses bucking their riders off, and men yelling and cussing, and the hosses. .h.i.tched to the stage running away and knocking the mayor off his hoss. We hit "em like a cyclone and they shot at us and hit us over the head with their derned music horns, and right in the middle of the fray the mob behind us rounded the bend and piled up amongst us before they could check theirselves, and everybody was so confused they started fighting everybody else. Old Joshua was laying right and left with his club, and Glanton was beating the band over their heads with his six-shooter, and I was trompling everybody in my rush for the stage.
Because the fool hosses had whirled around and started in the general direction of the Atlantic Ocean, and neither the driver nor the shotgun guard could stop "em. But Cap"n Kidd overtook it in maybe a dozen strides, and I left the saddle in a flying leap and landed on it. The guard tried to shoot me with his shotgun so I throwed it into a alder clump and he didn"t let go of it quick enough so he went along with it.
I then grabbed the reins out of the driver"s hands and swung them fool hosses around, and the stage kind of revolved on one wheel for a dizzy instant and then settled down again and we headed back up the road lickety-split and in a instant was right amongst the melee that was going on around Bill and Joshua.
About that time I realized that the driver was trying to stab me with a butcher knife, so I kind of tossed him off the stage, and there ain"t no sense in him going around saying he"s going to have me arrested account of him landing headfirst in the ba.s.s horn so it take seven men to pull his head out of it. He ought to watch where he falls, when he gets throwed off a stage going at a high run.
I feels, moreover, that the mayor is p.r.o.ne to carry petty grudges, or he wouldn"t be belly-aching about me accidentally running over him with all four wheels. And it ain"t my fault he was stepped on by Cap"n Kidd, neither. Cap"n Kidd was jest follering the stage, because he knowed I was on it. And it naturally irritates any well-trained hoss to stumble over somebody, and that"s why Cap"n Kidd chawed the mayor"s ear.
As for them fellers which happened to get knocked down and run over by the stage, I didn"t have nothing personal agen "em. I was jest rescuing Joshua and Bill which I seen was outnumbered about twenty to one. I was doing them idjits a favor, if they only knowed it, because in about another minute Bill would of started using the front ends of his six-shooters instead of the b.u.t.ts, and the fight would of turnt into a ma.s.sacre. Glanton has got a awful temper.
Him and Joshua had laid out a remarkable number of the enemy, but the battle was going agen "em when I arriv on the field of carnage. As the stage crashed through the mob I reched down and got Joshua by the neck and pulled him out from under about fifteen men which was beating him to death with their gun b.u.t.ts and pulling out his whiskers, and I slung him up on top of the other luggage. About that time we was rushing past the melee which Bill was the center of, and I reched down and snared him as we went by, but three of the men which had hold of him wouldn"t let go, so I hauled all four of "em up into the stage. I then handled the team with one hand whilst with the other"n I pulled them idjits loose from Bill like pulling ticks off a cow"s hide, and throwed "em at the mob which was chasing us.
Men and hosses piled up in a stack on the road which was further complicated by Cap"n Kidd"s actions as he come busting along after the stage, and by the time we sighted Chawed Ear again, our enemies was far behind us down the road.
We busted right through Chawed Ear in a fog of dust, and the women and chillern which had ventured out of their cabins, squalled and run back in again, though they warn"t in no danger at all. But Chawed Ear folks is pecooliar that way.
When we was out of sight of Chawed Ear on the road to War Paint I give the lines to Bill and swung down on the side of the stage and stuck my head in.
They was one of the purtiest gals I ever seen in there, all huddled up in a corner as pale as she could be, and looking so scairt I thought she was going to faint, which I"d heard Eastern gals had a habit of doing.
"Oh, spare me!" she begged, clasping her hands in front of her. "Please don"t scalp me! I cannot speak your language, but if you can understand English, please have mercy on me -- "
"Be at ease, Miss Devon," I rea.s.sured her. "I ain"t no Injun, nor wild man neither. I"m a white man, and so is my friends here. We wouldn"t none of us hurt a flea. We"re that refined and tender-hearted you wouldn"t believe it -- " About that time a wheel hit a stump and the stage jumped into the air and I bit my tongue, and roared in some irritation: "Bill, you -- son of a -- polecat! Stop them hosses before I comes up there and breaks yore -- neck!"
"Try it and see what you git, you beefheaded lummox!" he retorted, but he pulled the hosses to a stop, and I taken off my hat and opened the stage door. Bill and Joshua clumb down and peered over my shoulder.
"Miss Devon," I says, "I begs yore pardon for this here informal welcome. But you sees before you a man whose heart bleeds for the benighted state of his native community. I"m Breckinridge Elkins from Bear Creek, where hearts is pure and motives is n.o.ble, but education is weak.
"You sees before you," I says, "a man which has growed up in ignorance. I cain"t neither read nor write my own name. Joshua here, in the painter-skin, he cain"t neither, and neither can Bill -- "
"That"s a lie," says Bill. "I can read and -- _oomp!_" Because I"d kind of stuck my elbow in his stummick. I didn"t want Bill Glanton to spile the eff.e.c.k of my speech.
"They is some excuse for men like us," I says. "When we was cubs schools was unknown in these mountains, and keepin" a sculpin" knife from betwixt yore skull and yore hair was more important than makin" marks onto a slate.
"But times has changed. I sees the young "uns of my home range growin" up in the same ignorance as me," I said, "and my heart bleeds for "em. They is no sech excuse for them as they was for me. The Injuns has went, mostly, and a age of culture is due to be ushered in.
"Miss Devon," I says, "will you please come up to Bear Creek and be our schoolteacher?"
"Why," says she, bewilderedly, "I came West expecting to teach school at a place called Chawed Ear, but I haven"t signed any contract -- "
"How much was them snake-hunters goin" to pay you?" I ast.
"Ninety dollars a month," says she.
"We pays you a hundred on Bear Creek," I says. "Board and lodgin" free."
"But what will the people of Chawed Ear say?"she said.
"Nothin"!" I says heartily. "I done arranged that. They got the interests of Bear Creek so much at heart, that they wouldn"t think of interferin" with any arrangements I make. You couldn"t drag "em up to Bear Creek with a team of oxen!"
"It seems all very strange and irregular," says she, "but I suppose -- "
So I says: "Good! Fine! Great! Then it"s all settled. Le"s go!"
"Where?" she ast, grabbing hold of the stage as I clumb into the seat.
"To War Paint, first," I says, "where I gits me some new clothes and a good gentle hoss for you to ride -- because nothin" on wheels can git over the Bear Creek road -- and then we heads for home! Git up, hosses! Culture is on her way to the Humbolts!"
Well, a few days later me and the schoolteacher was riding sedately up the trail to Bear Creek, with a pack-mule carrying her plunder, and you never seen nothing so elegant -- store-bought clothes and a hat with a feather into it, and slippers and everything. She rode in a side-saddle I bought for her -- the first that ever come into the Humbolts. She was sure purty. My heart beat in wild enthusiasm for education ever time I looked at her.
I swung off the main trail so"s to pa.s.s by the spring in the creek where Glory McGraw filled her pail every morning and evening. It was jest about time for her to be there, and sure enough she was. She straightened when she heard the hosses, and started to say something, and then her eyes got wide as she seen my elegant companion, and her purty red mouth stayed open. I pulled up my hoss and taken off my hat with a perlite sweep I learnt from a gambler in War Paint, and I says: "Miss Devon, lemme interjuice you to Miss Glory McGraw, the datter of one of Bear Creek"s leadin" citizens. Miss McGraw, this here is Miss Margaret Devon, from Boston, Ma.s.sachusetts, which is goin" to teach school here."
"How do you do?" says Miss Margaret, but Glory didn"t say nothing. She jest stood there, staring, and the pail fell outa her hand and splashed into the creek.
"Allow me to pick up yore pail," I said, and started to lean down from my saddle to get it, but she started like she was stung, and said, in a voice which sounded kind of strained and onnatural: "Don"t tech it! Don"t tech nothin" I own! Git away from me!"
"What a beautiful girl!" says Miss Margaret as we rode on. "But how peculiarly she acted!"
But I said nothing, because I was telling myself, well, I reckon I showed Glory McGraw something this time. I reckon she sees now that I warn"t lying when I said I"d bring a peach back to Bear Creek with me. But somehow I warn"t enjoying my triumph nigh as much as I"d thought I would.
CHAPTER XII.
WAR ON BEAR CREEK.
PAP DUG the nineteenth buckshot out of my shoulder and said: "Pigs is more disturbin" to the peace of a community than scandal, divorce, and corn-licker put together. And," says pap, pausing to strop his bowie on my sculp where the hair was all burnt off, "when the pig is a razorback hawg, and is mixed up with a lady schoolteacher, a English tenderfoot, and a pa.s.sle of blood-thirsty relatives, the result is appallin" for a peaceable man to behold. Hold still till Buckner gits yore ear sewed back on."
Pap was right. I warn"t to blame for nothing that happened. Breaking Joe Gordon"s laig was a mistake, and Erath Elkins is a liar when he says I caved in them five ribs of his"n on purpose. If Uncle Jeppard Grimes had been tending to his own business, he wouldn"t have got the seat of his britches filled with bird-shot, and I don"t figger it was my fault that cousin Bill Kirby"s cabin got burned down. And I don"t take no blame for Jim Gordon"s ear which Jack Grimes shot off, neither. I figger everybody was more to blame than I was, and I stand ready to wipe up the road with anybody which disagrees with me.
But I"m getting ahead of myself. Lemme go back to the days when culture first reared its head amongst the simple inhabitants of Bear Creek.
Jest like I said, I was determined that education should be committed on the rising generation, and I gathered the folks in a clearing too far away for Miss Devon to be stampeded by the noise of argyment and persuasion, and I sot forth my views. Opinions differed vi"lently like they always does on Bear Creek, but when the dust settled and the smoke drifted away, it was found that a substantial majority of folks agreed to see things my way. Some was awful sot agen it, and said no good would come of book larning, but after I had swept the clearing with six or seven of them, they allowed it might be a good thing after all, and agreed to let Miss Margaret take a whack at uplifting the young "uns.
Then they ast me how much money I"d promised her, and when I said a hundred a month they sot up a howl that they wasn"t that much hard money seen on Bear Creek in a year"s time. But I settled that. I said each family would contribute whatever they was able -- c.o.o.nskins, honey, b"ar hides, corn-licker, or what not, and I"d pack the load into War Paint each month and turn it into cash money. I added that I"d be more"n glad to call around each month to make sure n.o.body failed to contribute.
Then we argyed over where to build the cabin for the schoolhouse, and I wanted to build it between pap"s cabin and the corral, but he riz up and said he"d be dadgasted he"d have a schoolhouse anywhere nigh his dwelling-house, with a pa.s.sle of yelling kids scaring off all the eatable varmints. He said if it was built within a mile of his cabin it would be because they was somebody on Bear Creek which had a quicker trigger finger and a better shooting eye than what he did. So after some argyment in the course of which five of Bear Creek"s leading citizens was knocked stiff, we decided to build the schoolhouse over nigh the settlement on Apache Mountain. That was the thickest populated spot on Bear Creek anyway. And Cousin Bill Kirby agreed to board her for his part of contributing to her wages.
Well, it would of suited me better to had the schoolhouse built closer to my home-cabin, and have Miss Margaret board with us, but I was purty well satisfied, because this way I could see her any time I wanted to. I done this every day, and she looked purtier every time I seen her. The weeks went by, and everything was going fine. I was calling on Miss Margaret every day, and she was learning me how to read and write, though it was a mighty slow process. But I was progressing a little in my education, and a whole lot -- I thought -- in my love affair, when peace and romance hit a snag in the shape of a razorback pig named Daniel Webster.
It begun when that there tenderfoot come riding up the trail from War Paint with Tunk Willoughby. Tunk ain"t got no more sense than the law allows, but he sure showed good jedgment that time, because having delivered his charge to his destination, he didn"t tarry. He merely handed me a note, and p"inted dumbly at the tenderfoot, whilst holding his hat reverently in his hand meanwhile.
"What you mean by that there gesture?" I ast him rather irritably, and he said: "I doffs my sombrero in respect to the departed. Bringin" a specimen like that onto Bear Creek is jest like heavin" a jackrabbit to a pack of starvin" loboes."
He hove a sigh and shook his head, and put his hat back on. "Ra.s.sle a cat in pieces," he said.
"What the h.e.l.l air you talkin" about?" I demanded.
"That"s Latin," he said. "It means rest in peace."
And with that he dusted it down the trail and left me alone with the tenderfoot which all the time was setting his cayuse and looking at me like I was a curiosity or something.
I called for my sister Ouachita to come read that there note for me, because she"d learnt how from Miss Margaret, so she did, and it run as follers: "Dere Breckinridge: This will interjuice Mr. J. Pembroke Pemberton a English sportsman which I met in Frisco recent. He was disapinted because he hadnt found no adventures in America and was fixin to go to Aferker to shoot liuns and elerfants but I perswaded him to come with me because I knowed he would find more h.e.l.l on Bear Creek in a week than he would find in a yere in Aferker or any other place. But the very day we hit War Paint I run into a old ackwaintance from Texas I will not speak no harm of the ded but I wish the son of a buzzard had shot me somewheres besides in my left laig which already had three slugs in it which I never could get cut out. Anyway I am lade up and not able to come on to Bear Creek with J. Pembroke Pemberton. I am dependin" on you to show him some good bear huntin" and other excitement and pertect him from yore relatives I know what a awful responsibility I am puttin on you but I am askin this as yore friend, William Harrison Glanton, Esqy ."
I looked J. Pembroke over. He was a medium-sized young feller and looked kinda soft in spots. He had yaller hair and very pink cheeks like a gal; and he had on whip-cord britches and tan riding boots which was the first I ever seen. And he had on a funny kinda coat with pockets and a belt which he called a shooting jacket, and a big hat like a mushroom made outa cork with a red ribbon around it. And he had a pack-hoss loaded with all kinds of plunder, and five or six different kinds of shotguns and rifles.
"So yo"re J. Pembroke," I says, and he says: "Oh, rahther! And you, no doubt, are the person Mr.
Glanton described to me as Breckinridge Elkins?"
"Yeah," I said. "Light and come in. We got b"ar meat and honey for supper."
"I say," he says, climbing down. "Pardon me for being a bit personal, old chap, but may I ask if your -- ah -- magnitude of bodily stature is not a bit unique?"
"I dunno," I says, not having the slightest idee what he was talking about. "I always votes a straight Democratic ticket, myself."
He started to say something else, but jest then pap and my brothers John and Bill and Jim and Buckner and Garfield come to the door to see what the noise was about, and he turned pale and said faintly: "I beg your pardon; giants seem to be the rule in these parts."
"Pap says men ain"t what they was when he was in his prime," I said, "but we manage to git by."
Well, J. Pembroke laid into them b"ar steaks with a hearty will, and when I told him we"d go after b"ar next day, he ast me how many days travel it"d take till we got to the b"ar country.