Happy Hawkins.
by Robert Alexander Wason.
CHAPTER ONE
THE DIAMOND DOT
I wasn"t really a Westerner an" that"s why I"m so different from most of "em. Take your regular bonie fide Westerner an" when he dies he don"t turn to dust, he turns to alkali; but when it comes my turn to settle, I"ll jest natchely become the good rich soil o" the Indiana cornbelt.
I was born in Indiana and I never left it till after I was ten years old. That"s about the time boys generally start out to hunt Injuns; but I kept on goin" till I found mine--but I didn"t kill him--nor him me neither, as far as that goes.
I allus did have the misfortune o" gettin" hungry at the most inconvenient times, an" after I "d been gone about two weeks I got quite powerful hungry, so I natchely got a job waitin" on a lunch counter back in Omaha. The third day I was there I was all alone in the front room when in walked an Injun. He was about eight feet high, I reckon; and the fiercest Injun I ever see. I took one look at him a"
then I dropped behind the counter and wiggled back to the kitchen where the boss was. I gasped out that the Injuns was upon us an" then I flew for my firearms.
When the boss discovered that the Injun and fourteen doughnuts, almost new, had vanished, he was some put out, and after we had discussed the matter, I acted on his advice and came farther West. That business experience lasted me a good long while. I don"t like business an" I don"t blame any one who has to follow it for a livin" for wantin" to have a vacation so he can get out where the air is fit to breathe.
Just imagine bein" hived up day after day with nothin" to see but walls an" nothin" to do but customers. You first got to be friendly with your visitors to make "em feel at home, an" then you got to get as much of their money as you can in order to keep on bein" friendly with "em in order to keep on gettin" as much of their money as you can.
Now out in the open a feller don"t have to be a hypocrite: once I worked a whole year for a man who hated me so he wouldn"t speak to me; but I didn"t care, I liked the work and I did it an" he raised my wages twice an" gave me a pony when I quit.
He was the sourest tempered man I ever see; but it was good trainin" to live with him a spell. Lots of men has streaks of bein" unbearable; but this man was the only one I ever met up with who was solid that way, and didn"t have one single streak of bein" likeable. He was the only man I ever see who wouldn"t talk to me. I was a noticing sort of a kid an" I saw mighty early that what wins the hearts o" ninety-nine men out of a hundred is listenin" to "em talk. That"s why I don"t talk much myself. But you couldn"t listen to old Spike Williams, "cause the"
wasn"t no opportunity--he didn"t even cuss.
We was snowed up for two weeks one time an" I took a vow "at I"d make him talk. I tried every subject I"d ever heard of; but he didn"t even grunt. Just when things was clearin" off, I sez to him, usin" my biggest trump: "Spike," sez I, "do you know what they say about you?"
"No," sez he, "but you know what I say about them," an" he went on with his packin".
I thought for a while "at the year I"d spent with Spike Williams was a total loss; but jest the contrary. It had kept me studyin" an" schemin"
an" a.n.a.lysin" until, after that year had been stored away to season, I discovered it was the best year I"d ever put in, an" while I hadn"t got overly well acquainted with Spike, I had become mighty friendly with myself and was surprised to find out how much the" was to me.
Did you ever think of that? You start out an" a feller comes along an"
throws an opinion around your off fore foot an" you go down in a heap an" that opinion holds you fast for some time. When you start on again another feller ropes you with a new opinion, an" the first thing you know you are all cluttered up an" loaded down with other fellers"
opinions, an" the" ain"t enough o" your own self left to tell what you"re like; but after that winter with Spike I was pretty well able to dodge an opinion until I had time to learn what it meant.
But the main good I got out of Spike was learnin" how to take old Cast Steel Judson. It was some years after this before I met up with him; but the good effect hadn"t worn off and me an" Cast Steel just merged together like b.u.t.ter an" a hot penny. I wasn"t much more "an a kid even then, but law! I wish I knew just half as much now as I thought I did then. My self respect was certainly a bulky article those days an" I wasn"t in the habit of undervaluin" my own judgment--not to any great extent; but that habit o" study I"d formed with Spike was my balance wheel, an" I generally managed to keep my conceit from shuttin" out the entire landscape. The" wasn"t a great deal escaped my eye, "cause I begun to notice purty tol"able young that experience is consid"able like a bank account: takes a heap o" sweat to get her started, but she"s comfortable to draw on in a pinch.
Ol" man Judson was a curious affair, had his own way o" doin" every blessed thing, an" whenever he hired a man he always went through the same rigamarole. "Now what I"m contractin" for," he"d say, "is just only your time an" whatever part o" your thinkin" apparatus as is needed in doin" YOUR share o" my business. If I detail you to sit in the shade an" count clouds, I don"t want no argument, I want the clouds counted. When I don"t specially express a hungerin" for any of your advice, that"s the very time when you don"t need to give any. Whenever you think you have a kick comin"--why think again. Then if you still see the kick, make it to the foreman. If that don"t work make it to me; but when you make it to me, you want to be mighty sure it will hold water. Above all things I hate a liar, a coward, an" a sneak. Now get busy "cause life is short an" time is fleetin"."
That was the way he used to talk, an" some used to set him down as a tyrant, an" some had him guessed in as a rough old codger with a soft heart,--everybody took a guess at him,--but the blood in the turnip was that ol" Jabez Judson was purty tol"able sizey when you carne to fence him in. Everybody called him Cast Steel Judson, an" you might work through the langwidge five times without adding much to the description. Hard he was an" stern an" no bend to him; but at the same time you could count on him acting up to his nature. He wa"n"t no hypocrite, an" th""s a heap o" comfort jest in that. A feller ain"t got no kick comin" when a rattler lands on him; but if a wood dove was to poison him, he"d have a fair right to be put out. The only child "at Cast Steel had was one daughter; but that don"t indicate that paternity was one long vacation for Jabez. Barbie--her full name was Barbara--was the sweetest an" the gamest an" the most surpriseable creature a human being ever met up with, an" ol" Jabez could "a" got along handier with seven sons than he did with that one girl. Oh, the eyes of her were like the two stars over old Savage, snappin" an" twinklin" an"
sparklin" in the clear winter nights, or soft an" shy an" tender when the hazy spring moon cuddles up to them. She wasn"t afraid of anything "at walks the face o" the earth, an" Jabez had a hard time gettin" used to this--"cause he thought she ought to be afraid o" him.
Still, he fair worshipped her, an" if he"d been given full charge o"
the earth for jest one day, an" anything would "a" pestered the girl durin" that day, why the map-maker would sure have had a job on the day follerin"; "cause from his standpoint, that girl was what the sun shone for an" the rain rained for an" the blossoms blossomed for.
We was allus havin" a lot o" Easterners string along during the summer, an" they generally was easy to entice into makin" a little visit with us. Some of "em would spend their time crackin" stones an" makin" up tales about their bein" speciments o" the Zelooic age or the Palazoric age or some such a fool thing. They was mostly heathens, an" it didn"t do no good to spring the Bible on "em--in fact after we got able to read their signs we never contraried "em at all, but just let "em heave out any tale they could think up an" pretend "at we believed it; an"
hanged if I don"t begin to suspicion that the" "s a heap o" truth in some o" their nonsense.
Purty near every one of "em insisted that at one time all those mountains, even old Savage, had been under water, an" they"d take us out an" show us the signs; but we couldn"t stomach that until we found out that this was one o" the Injun traditions too, an" then we give in.
Well, one o" these strays was what they call an astronomer. His speciality was the stars, nothing less; an" he knew "em by name an"
could tell you how far off they are an" what they weigh an" how many moons they had an"--oh, he knew "em the same as I know the home herd, an" he didn"t only know what they had done--he knew what they was a-goin" to do, an" when he called the turn on "em, why they up an" done it. Comets an" eclipses an" sech like miracles were jest the same to this feller as winter an" summer was to me, an" we fed him until he like to founder himself, tryin" to hold him through the winter; but at last he had to go, an" after he"d gone Cast Steel was purty down-hearted for quite a spell.
"It ain"t fair, Happy," sez he to me one day after the astronomer had gone.
"No," sez I, "I reckon it will rain before mornin"."
"I mean it ain"t a fair shake," sez he. "Jupiter has eight of "em an"
we ain"t but one an" the" ain"t n.o.body lives there, while--"
"What do you happen to be talkin" of?" sez I.
"Why moons," sez he. "It seems too doggone bad for that confounded planet to have eight moons an" no one to enjoy "em while my little girl jest dotes on "em an" we only have one--an" IT don"t work more"n half the time."
That was Cast Steel: he didn"t look on life or death, or wealth or poverty, or anything else except in the way it applied to Barbie--but she was worth it, she was worth it, an" I never blamed him none.
But you needn"t get the idea that Jabez was one o" these fond an"
lovin" parents what sez: "My child, right if perfectly convenient, but right or wrong, my child." Not on your future prospects! Jabez, he sez: "My child, right from the shoes up, if the Rocky Mountains has to be ground to powder to make her so."
I remember the day she was six year old; he hardly ever laid out the details for her conduct, he jest sort o" schemed out a general plan and left her free to adjust herself to it, like a feller does with a dog or a pony he expects to keep a long time an" don"t want to turn into a machine. He had told Barbie he didn"t want her to ride nothin" "at wasn"t safe. Well, on the mornin" she became a six-year-old he came out o" the side door an" saw her disappearin" in the distance on top a big pinto "at he had sent over for Buck Harmon to bust; it havin" already pitched Spider Kelley an" dislocated his shoulder.
"Who roped that pony for her?" yelled Cast Steel.
"I did," sez I. "She said "at this was her birthday an" she was tired of actin" like a kid an" intended to ride a real ridin" hoss."
"If a hair of her head is injured, h.e.l.l won"t hide ya!" sez Cast Steel, an" his lip trembled an" his eyes fairly smoked.
"She"s jest as safe as if she was in her bed," sez I, as gentle as I could. "I taught her how to ride, an" I ain"t ashamed o" the job. She can give Spider Kelley cards an" spades an" beat him to it every time.
But as far as that goes--"
I didn"t get to finish because here she come, tearin" back on the pinto. Her hair was flyin", her eyes was dancin", an" she was laughin"--laughin" out loud. Light an" easy she pulled the pinto up beside us an" calls out: "Oh, daddy, this is lovely, this is mag-ni-fi-cent"--the little scamp used to pick up big words from the Easterners, an" when she had one to fit she never wasted time on a measly little ranch word--"oh, I"m never goin" to ride old Kate again."
"Git off that pony," sez Jabez, makin" a reach for the bit; but the pony shied, whirled, an" purty nigh kicked his head off. He stood still in a daze while Barbie was circling the pony an" gettin" him quiet again.
"How"s she goin" to get off?" asked Jabez, turnin" to me.
"Simply climb down," sez I purty short. I had some temper those days, an" I hadn"t got over his insinuations, an" I didn"t intend to.
"She"ll be killed!" sez Jabez. I never said a word.
"She"ll be killed!" he repeated, an" his voice was filled with anguish.
"Get down off the pony, Barbie," sez I, an" she threw her little leg over the saddle an" hit the gra.s.s like an antelope. The pony never stirred. Ol" Jabez stood watchin" her with his eyes poppin" out. "Turn the brute loose!" he shouts. "What for?" sez she. ""Cause I say so!" he fairly roars.
Well, she walks up, pats the pinto on the nose, an" slips the bridle off his head. He just stands still an" watches her as mild as a pint o"
cream.
"Rope that pony," sez Cast Steel to me.