"That"s all right, too," retorted the proprietor, "but I promised it to Mr. Smith, and it"s the only one I"ve got. How are you going to square that? What do you mean by toting a brute like that around, anyhow?" he wound up with increasing choler.
"I cannot see but what I have a perfect right to take with me any animal or animals I choose!" said Mr. D----.
"Not into this shop, by Jingo!" said the proprietor, reaching under the counter. "Now you sneak him out of here, quick, or I"ll shoot him."
"Very well," said Mr. D----, bowing, but red, "very well. Come, Thumper!"
Thumper was in no mind to move. He liked the situation. Mr. D---- pulled on the chain, and Thumper overlooked it. A small crowd gathered in front of the door and encouraged Mr. D---- by calling, "Pull hard, the man says!" "Now, altogether, yee-hoooo!" and similar remarks. I have always felt that a bear enjoys a joke. In this case I am sure of it. Showing no bad temper, he simply refused to budge, and, by this time, when he had made up his mind, the decision was final, as far as any one man was concerned. Mr. D----"s temper went by the board; it was an embarra.s.sing situation. "Come out of that!" he cried, with a sharp jerk at the chain.
The look of irritation vanished from the proprietor"s face. "Why don"t some of you fellers help the gentleman out with his bear?" he asked.
Thereupon the spectators took a hand and Thumper was dragged into the street. Evidently he thought this one of the usual frolics to which we boys had accustomed him; for, once upon the sidewalk, he began to prance and gambol in the graceful fashion of his kind. It so happened that the nurse-girl of the mayor of the town, a huge Swede woman as broad as she was long (which is almost hyperbole), came trundling her charge up the board walk at the precise moment that Thumper bowled over a gentleman in front and came plainly to her view.
One Norwegian war-whoop and away she galloped, the perambulator before her, as it was not in the mind of the Vikingess to desert her duty.
Screeching, she tore up the walk, the carriage bouncing and rattling, and the baby crowing with delight. An Indian stepped out of a store directly in front of her. Him Telka rammed with such fury that he landed on his neck in the road, with his feet in the air. But, as he regained his balance, resentment was drowned in unbounded amazement.
"Wakstashoneee!" he said, "wakstashoneeeee!" which is the limit in the Sioux tongue. Never had the Dakota warrior expected to see the day when he would be made to bite the earth by a Swede woman and a baby carriage. Around the corner for home whirled Telka, making the turn like a circus horse. Arriving at the house, she placed one fairy foot against the door with such spirit that the lock-socket hit the opposite wall, picked up carriage and baby and went upstairs with them three rises to a leap. At the top she burst into a wild oratory of "tanks"
and "Eenyens" and "beejjeerens" and "yoomps," scaring her mistress into the belief that the Sioux had attacked the town in force--an event she had long antic.i.p.ated.
Thumper was led back to his pole in the park, and fastened with an ox-chain, this step being taken at the request of an informal committee of citizens. "Chained bear or dead bear" was their ultimatum, for, while they enjoyed Telka"s performance, they didn"t propose to make it a custom to obtain their fun from frightened women. So Thumper"s freedom of the city lasted but a day. To make amends for this, we boys used to go in and tussle with him more often than before. The play was the bright spot in the life of the captive. He would begin his double shuffle of joy whenever a group of boys made their appearance. At first, this went well enough. As I have said, the bear"s nature revealed its better side, under the benign influence of plenty to eat, and I cannot remember that he once took advantage of his vast and growing strength. Mr. D---- encouraged the performances, as the menagerie"s purpose was to attract the attention of travellers who had a half-hour"s wait at the station, and thus to spread the fame of his railroad eating-house. But misfortune came, through the applause of the pa.s.sengers. Several young men of the town embraced the opportunity to show off. One of these, a brawny young six-foot Irishman named Jim, used to punch old Thumper pretty roughly, when he had a large audience.
Jim was neither a bad-hearted nor cruel fellow; he simply had a body too large for his disposition. In the phrase of the West, he was "staggering with strength," and in Thumper he found a chance to work off his superfluous nervous energy--also to occupy the centre of our local stage for the brief time of train-stop. If it is love that makes the world go round, certainly vanity first put it into motion. "All is vanity," said the Preacher. From the devoted astronomer"s austere lifework to the twinkle of a fairy"s glittering tinsel; from the glories of the first man up the battle-swept hill to the infamous a.s.sa.s.sin, all is vanity. Such a universal attribute must necessarily be good, except in abnormal growth. Jim showed his overdevelopment of the faculty, while the abused Thumper modestly sat still and grew. And still he grew, and still he grew--with a quiet energy that made the fact that he had pa.s.sed from a large bear to a very large bear go by unnoticed.
Several times, when Jim was showing more skill than Thumper, the memory of a mauled cat came to my mind. The ursine look shot at Jim now and then recalled it. I even went to the length of remonstrating, but it was without effect. It was on a Sunday morning that Nemesis attended to Jim"s case. Circ.u.mstances were propitious. An excursion train, crowded with pa.s.sengers, pulled up at the station. Jim had a new suit of black broadcloth, due to a temporary aberration of our local Solomon who ran the clothing store. Because of this victory, Jim was in an extraordinarily expansive mood as he swaggered down the platform.
"I guess I"ll try a fall out of the bear," he announced to his companions, in a tone that informed all of his intention. Gaily he swung his long legs over the fence and advanced upon Thumper, who, by a strange coincidence, was poised on the end of his spine, with his feet in the air and his tongue lolling humorously out of his mouth, as when I first made his acquaintance. The bear noted the approach from the corner of his eye, stretched out his paws, examined them critically, seemed satisfied with the inspection, shook himself thoroughly, and resigned affairs to Fate.
Jim, stimulated by the remarks of the pa.s.sengers and their eager interest in his doings, marched up to Thumper, struck a sparring att.i.tude, and shuffled around, making sundry little pa.s.ses and jabs which the bear ignored.
"Punch him!" cried a voice in the crowd. Jim lunged; the bear ducked, lazily, but effectually, and the crowd laughed. Jim drove right and left at his antagonist; the bear parried, ducked, and got away, until the crowd shrieked with merriment and the Irishman was furious. He lived to punch that bear, and, at length, he succeeded--square on the end of Thumper"s snout. The bear sneezed, dropped his head, and stared fixedly at Jim.
"Run!" I yelled--alack! too late. Up rose Thumper to a paralysing height, higher still went his trusty paw, and down it came, with a swinging, sidewise blow on the Irishman"s neck.
I will maintain, by oath, affirmation, or combat, that Mr. Jim made six complete revolutions, like a b.u.t.ton on a barn door, before he struck mother earth with the dullest of thuds.
Ten to one that the town was out one Irishman would have seemed a good business proposition, and, to clinch the a.s.surance, the bear began to walk on Jim. While the bear kneaded him like a batch of dough, some of us woke and rushed to the scene of action.
I do not remember clearly how we got out of it. Some pulled at the bear"s chain, and some grabbed Jim by whatever offered a hold. At length James was rescued, alive and weeping, though three-quarters of the new suit, including the most useful portion of the nether garments, remained in Bruin"s paws as the spoils of victory. The crowd on the platform was charmed. This was precisely the thing it had travelled miles to see.
Poor Jim! He was a spectacle. Tears, scratches, and dust robbed his face of all humanity; the scant remnants of the Sunday suit fluttered in the breeze; his shaking knees barely supported him. We gave him a stimulant, a blanket, and some good advice. Mr. D----, for once in his life on the right side of the question, was especially forward in furnishing the last necessity. So pa.s.sed Jim from the field of his glories, and, barring some scratches, bruises, and a stiff neck (not to mention the Sunday suit, as that loss really fell upon Solomon), he was as well as ever inside of a few days. The only lasting result of the encounter for him was that, when the small boy of the town thirsted for excitement, there would arise a cry of "Hey, Jim! bin down ter pet cher bear?" and then . . .
When the train departed, and the crowd had disappeared, I went down and looked at Thumper. He seemed unchanged. I offered him a cracker; he stretched out the back of his paw, having learned that people shrank from the sight of his five-inch claws, in acceptance. This gobbled, he eyed me, as he leaned back against his pole, like an absurd fat man.
Humour shone on the outside of him, but I fancied that, deep in his eyes, I could see a dull red glow, Indian style. "Now," said I to myself, "from the pangs of Jim I shall extract a moral lesson.
Whenever I feel like showing off at somebody"s expense, let me use caution not to select a grizzly bear."
What Thumper thought no man can tell.
In the Absence of Rules
We had a pig when we was down on the little Chantay Seeche. The Doctor begged him off a rancher, to eat up the sc.r.a.ps around camp. A neat person was the Doctor and a durned good cook.
We called him the Doctor because he wore specs--that"s as good a claim as many has to the t.i.tle. His idee was that when the pig got fat he would sell him for lots of money, but long before Foxey Bill (which was piggy) had reached the market stage money couldn"t buy him. He was a great pig. My notion of hogs, previous to my acquaintance with him, was that they were dirty, stupid critters, without any respectable feelings. Perhaps it"s because animals get man-like, when you a.s.sociate with "em a great deal, or perhaps Foxey Bill was an unusual proposition; but, anyhow, he was the funniest, smartest brute I ever see, and we thought a slew of him.
Clean was no name for his personal appearance. Every Sunday the Doctor took a scrub-brush and piggy down to the creek and combined "em with the kind a.s.sistance of a cake of soap. Then Foxey just shone white as ivory, and he"d trot around in front of us, gruntin" to attract our attention, till everybody"d said, "What a beautiful, clean pig--ain"t he just right?" Then he"d grunt his thanks to the company and retire behind the shack for a nap. We used to fair kill ourselves laughing at that darned pig. He had the most wheedlin" squeal, so soft and pleadin"; and he"d look up at you with them skim-milk eyes of his so pitiful, when he wanted a chunk of sugar, that you couldn"t refuse him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Clean was no name for his personal appearance."]
And knowing! Honest, he knew more"n some men. One day old Wind River was tellin" some things (that _might_ have happened to him) in his usual way, bein" most careful to get the dates and all dead right, you know--"Now, _was_ his name Peter, after all? Comes to my mind it was w.i.l.l.yam--w.i.l.l.yam Perkins--Well--But, anyhow, him and me, we saw that Injun," and so forth. This was a Sunday, and the gang of us sittin" in a circle, fixing leathers and one thing and another and misstatin"
history faster than a horse could trot, with Foxey Bill in the middle, c.o.c.king his head from one speaker to another, takin" it all in.
At last Wind River wound up the most startlin" and unlikely collections of facts he"d favoured us with for some time. Up gets Foxey with a shriek and gallops around the house. Any man with the rudiments of intelligence would know he was hollerin": "Well, that"s just too much for me; ta-ra-rum!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Up gets Foxy with a shriek and gallops around the house"]
Wind River looked scart. "Say!" says he. "Say! Thet hawg knows I"m er-lyin" jes" "s well "s I do!" After that old Windy used to talk to the pig as though they"d been raised together.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "Old Windy used to talk to the pig as though they"d been raised together"]
Foxey Bill made one miscalculation. He thought he was a small pet, like a cat. This didn"t jibe with the five hundred pounds of meat he toted. And, like a cat, one of his princ.i.p.al amus.e.m.e.nts was to have his back scratched. If you didn"t pay attention to him, when he squealed so pretty for you to please curry him with a board, he"d hump up his back, like a cat, and rub against your legs. You instantly landed on your scalp-lock and waved the aforesaid legs in the air. Of course, when the other fellers saw this comin", they didn"t feel it restin" on their conscience to call your attention to it--in fact, we sometimes busied one another talkin" to give Foxey a fair field. So Foxey had things his own way around the diggin"s for some time.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "He"d hump up his back . . . and rub against your legs"]
Then comes bow-legged Hastings, our boss, with a ram tied hard and fast in the bottom of the waggon. He explains to us that the ram is valuable, but that he"s b.u.t.ted merry Halifax out of everything down to home, and he don"t want to shut him up, so will we please take care of him? And we said No--Wanitchee heap--we guessed not--never.
Then Hastings got mad and talked to us, flyin" his hands. Such a disobligin", stubborn, sour outfit he never saw, he said. What was the use of his bein" boss, when we just laid awake nights thinkin" up disagreeable things to do to him? Was there ever a time that he"d asked us to do this or that, that every man in reach didn"t r"ar up and jump down his throat? He said he"d rather be a n.i.g.g.e.r rooster on a condemned government steamboat than bear the t.i.tle of boss of such a rag-chewin" hide-bound set of mules; kick, kick, kick--nothin" but kick, and life wasn"t worth livin".
So then he went behind the shack and pouted. Well, we liked Hastings, and this made us feel bad--that"s the way he worked us.
The Doctor, he fried up a dish of all-sorts in his happiest manner and took it around in a cheerful voice. No. Didn"t want food. Heart was broke. So then we all went and apologised and agreed to keep the ram.
Then Hastings recovered, and we had that cussed sheep on our hands and feet and all over us.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "No. Didn"t want food. Heart was broke."]
Well, it was like the devil enterin" a happy home. As for Foxey, he just took one long look at the brute, curlin" and uncurlin" his little tail; then "Hungh!" says he, and blinked his eyes shut, walkin" away from there. I"ve seen times when I"d liked to been able to use the English of that grunt, to thoroughly acquaint some gentleman of how little I thought of him, but I ain"t got the gift of speech. It was an awful call-down--but the sheep, he didn"t care. If there was such a thing as a foolish Sheeny, that"s what a sheep would remind me of.
[Ill.u.s.tration: ""Hungh!" says he, and blinked his eyes shut"]
But the rest of us run into practical and applied trouble in its various branches. There"s one night, the Doctor starts for the cabin with a mess of flap-jacks in his hands, and the sheep comes up and pushes him in the pistol pocket so that the Doctor goes sailing into the drink with a stack of brown checks hoverin" all around him.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "The Doctor goes sailing into the drink"]
Then Wind River shows his one tooth and rocks on his heels, hollerin"
and laughin", and the sheep rises up and smites him on the hip and thigh so he flew after the Doctor like a grey-whiskered sky-rocket, with a ha-ha! cut in two in the middle. "Woosh!" says old Windy as he comes up. "Hi, there cooky! I"ll beat you ash.o.r.e!" He was a handy-witted old Orahanna, that Windy, and you didn"t put the kybosh on him easy. So it went with all of us. That ram come out of no-where-at-all another night and patted me on the stummick so I pretty near fainted. I tried to twist his cussed head off his shoulders, but he"d knocked the wind out of me so it was like fightin" an army in a nightmare. I was glad when the boys come out and pried me loose. Oh, oh! How we hated that woolly, blaatin" fool of a sheep!
[Ill.u.s.tration: "A ha ha! cut in two in the middle"]
"Well," says Windy, "I"m layin" fur th" day he snaggles himself up with Foxey Bill. You"re goin" to see a nice quiet sheep after that happens."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "That woolly, blaatin" fool of a sheep"]