""My young friend," I says when the dust has settled down, "the question which you propounded about five minutes ago is now answered in the affirmative. This is where we get off--right here on this identical spot. I don"t know the name of the place," I says; "maybe it"s so far out in the suburbs that they ain"t found time to get round to it yet and give it a name; but," I says, "there"s one consolation. By glancing first up this way and then down that way you will observe that from here to the point where the rails meet down yonder is exactly the same distance that it is from here to where the rails meet up yonderways--proving," I says, "that we are in the exact center of the country. So let us be up and doing," I says, "specially doing. But the first consideration," I say, "is vittles."
"You know me well enough to know," interjected Mr. Doolan, interrupting the thread of his narrative for a moment and turning to me with a wave of his stout arm, "that I ain"t no glutton. I can eat my grub when it"s set before me or I can let it alone, only I never do. I never begin to think about the next meal till I"m almost through with the last one. And right now my mind seems to dwell on breakfast.
"Well, anyway we arises up and goes away from there, walking in a general direction, and before long we comes to a sign which says we are now approaching the incorporated village of Plentiful Valley--Autos Reduce Speed to Eight Miles an Hour--No Tramps Allowed. I kind of favors the sound of that name--Plentiful Valley. And as I remarks to the Sweet Caps Kid, "We ain"t no autos and we ain"t no tramps but merely two professional men, looking for a chance to practise our profession."
"This here is the first valley I ever see in the course of a long and more or less polka-dotted career that it is all up-hill and never no downhill. Be that as it may, we rambles on until it must be going on towards nine forty-five o"clock, and comes to a neat bungalow on a green slope inside of a high white fence. There"s a venerable party setting on the front porch, in his shirt-sleeves. He looks beneficent and well fed.
""Pull down your vest, son-boy," I says to Sweet Caps, "and please remember not to drink your coffee out of the sa.s.ser. I have a growing conviction," I says, "that we are about to partake of refreshment."
""Hadn"t we better sell this ancient guy a few Bermuda oats, or something to start off with?" says he.
""Not until after we have et," I says; business before pleasure. And anyway," I says, "I works best on a full stomach. Follow your dear uncle," I says, "and don"t do nothing till you hear from me."
"With that I opens the gate and we meanders up a neat gravel path. As we draws near, the venerable party takes his feet down off the railings.
""Come in," he says cordially, "come right in and rest your face and hands. You"re out nice and early."
""Suffer us," I says, "to introduce ourselves. We are a couple of prominent tourist-pedestrians walking from Noo Yawk to Portland, Oregon, on a bet. This," I says, pointing to Sweet Caps, "is Young Twinkletoes, and I am commonly knowed as old King Lightfoot the First. By an unfortunate coincidence," I says, "we got separated at an early hour from our provision wagon, as a result of which we have omitted breakfast and feel the omission severely. If we might impose," I says, "upon your good nature to the extent of--"
""Don"t mention it," he says; "take two or three chairs and set down, and we"ll talk it over. To tell you the truth," he says, "I was jest setting here wishing somebody would come along and visit with me a spell. I"m keeping bachelor"s hall," he says, "and raising chickens on the side, and sometimes I get a mite lonely. I guess maybe the c.h.i.n.k might scare up something, although," he says, "to tell you the truth there ain"t hardly a bite in the house, except a couple of milk-fed broilers and some fresh tomattuses right out of the garden and a few hot biscuits and possibly some razzberries with cream; for I"m a simple feeder," he says, "and a very little satisfies me."
"He pokes his head inside the door and yells to a j.a.p to put two more places at the table. So we reclines and indulges in edifying conversation upon the current topics of the day and, very shortly, nourishing smells begin for to percolate forth from within, causing me to water at the mouth until I has all the outward symptoms of being an ebb-tide. But this here pernicious Sweet Caps Kid, he can"t let well enough alone. Observing copious signs of affluence upon every side he gets ambitious and would abuse the sacred right of hospitality about half to three-quarters of an hour too soon. Out of the tail of my eye I sees him reaching in his pocket for the educated pasteboards and I gives him the high sign to soft pedal, but he don"t mind me. Out he comes with "em.
""A little harmless game of cards," he says, addressing the elderly guy, "ent.i.tled," he says, "California euchre. I have here, you will observe, two jacks and an ace--the n.o.ble ace of spades. I riffle and shuffle and drop "em in a row, the trick being to pick out the ace. Now, then," goes on this besetted Sweet Caps, with a winning smile, "just to while away the time before breakfast, s"pose you make a small bet with me regarding the present whereabouts of said ace."
"The party with the whiskers gets up; and now, when he speaks I sees that in spite of him wearing a brush arbor, he aint no real rube.
""To think," he says, more in sorrow than in anger, "to think that I should live to see this day! To think that me, who helped Canady Bill sell the first gold brick that ever was molded in this country, should in my declining years have a couple of wooden-fingered amatoors come along and try to slip me the oldest graft in the known world! It is too much," he says, "it is too much too much. You lower a n.o.ble pursuit," he says, "and I must respectfully but firmly request you to be on your way.
I"ll try to forgive you," he says, "but at this moment your mere presence offends me. On your way out," he says, "kindly latch the gate behind you--the chickens might stray off. Chickens," he says, "is not exciting for steady company," he says, "but in comparison with some humans I"ve met lately, chickens is absolutely gifted intellectually.
""Furthermore," he says, "I would offer you a word of advice, although you don"t really deserve it. Beware," he says, "of the constable in the village beyond. You"ll recognize him by his whiskers," he says.
"Alongside of him, I look like an onion in the face. Ten years ago," he says, "that constable swore a solemn oath not never to shave until he"d locked up a thousand b.u.ms, and," he says, "he"s now on his last lap.
Keep moving," he says, "till you feel like stopping, and then don"t stop."
"Them edifying smells has made me desperate. Besides, not counting the c.h.i.n.k, who don"t count we outnumbers him two to one.
""We don"t go," I says, "until we gets a bite."
""Oh! I"ll see that you get a bite," he says. "Sato," he says, calling off-stage, "kindly unchain Ophelia and Ralph Waldo. Ophelia," he says, turning to us, "is a lady Great Dane, standing four feet high at the shoulder and very morose in disposition. But Ralph Waldo is a crossbreed--part Boston bull and part snapping turtle. Sometimes I think they don"t neither one of them care much for strangers. Here they come now! Sick "em, pups!"
"Sweet Caps starts first but I beats him to the gate by half a length, Ophelia and Ralph Waldo finishing third and fourth, respectively. We fades away down the big road, and the last thing we sees as we turns a wistful farewell look over our shoulders is them two man-eaters raging back and forth inside the fence trying to gnaw down the palings, and the old guy standing on the steps laughing.
"So we pikes along, me frequently reproaching Sweet Caps for his precipitancy in spilling the beans. We pa.s.ses through the village of Plentiful Valley without stopping and walks on and on and on some more, until we observes a large, prosperous-looking building of red brick, like a summer hotel with a lawn in front and a high stone wall in front of that. A large number of persons of both s.e.xes, but mainly females, is wandering about over the front yard dressed in peculiar styles. Leaning over the gates is a thickset man gazing with repugnance upon a lettuce leaf which he is holding in his right hand. He sees us and his face lights up some, but not much.
""What ho, comrades!" he says; "what"s the latest and newest in the great world beyond?"
""Mister," I says, disregarding these pleasantries, "how"s the prospects for a pair of footsore travelers to get a free snack of vittles here?"
""Poor," he says, "very poor. Even the pay-patients, one or two of whom I am which, don"t get anything to eat to speak of. The diet here," says, "is exclusively vegeterrible. You wouldn"t scarcely believe it," he says, "but we"re paying out good money for this. Some of us is here to get cured of what the docters think we"ve got, and some of us is here,"
he says, "because as long as we stay here they ain"t so liable to lock us up in a regular asylum. Yes," he says, pensively, "we"ve got all kinds here. That lady yonder," he says, pointing to a large female who"s dressed all in white like a week"s washing and ain"t got no shoes on, "she"s getting back to nature. She walks around in the dew barefooted.
It takes quite a lot of dew," he says. "And that fat one just beyond her believes in reincarnation."
""You don"t say!" I says.
""Yes," he says, "I do. She wont eat potatoes not under no circ.u.mstances, because she thinks that in her last previous existence she was a potato herself."
"I takes a squint at the lady. She has a kind of a round face with two or three chins that she don"t actually need, and little k.n.o.bby features.
""Well," I says, "if I"m any judge, she ain"t entirely recovered yet.
Might I ask," I says, "what is your particular delusion? Are you a striped cabbage worm or a pet white rabbit?"
"I was thinking about that lettuce leaf which he held in his mitt.
""Not exactly," he says, "I was such a good liver that I developed a bad one and so I paid a specialist eighty dollars to send me here. At this writing," he says, "the beasts of the field have but little on me. We both browse, but they"ve got cuds to chew on afterwards. It"s sickening," he says in tones of the uttermost conviction. "Do you know what we had for breakfast this morning? Nuts," he says, "mostly nuts, which it certainly was rank cannibalism on the part of many of those present to partake thereof," he says. "This here frayed foliage which I hold in my hand," he says, "is popularly known as the mid-forenoon refreshment. It"s got imitation salad dressing on it to make it more tasty. Later on there"ll be more of the same, but the big doings will be pulled off at dinner to-night. You just oughter see us at dinner," he says with a bitter laugh. "There"ll be a mess of lovely boiled carrots,"
he says, "and some kind of chopped fodder, and if we"re all real good and don"t spill things on our bibs or make spots on the tablecloth, why, for dessert we"ll each have a nice dried prune. I shudder to think," he says, "what I could do right this minute to a large double sirloin cooked with onions _Desdemona_ style, which is to say, smothered."
""Mister," I says, "I never thought I"d fall so low as to be a vegeterrier, but necessity," I says, "is the mother of vinegar. Could you please, sir, spare us a couple of bites out of that there ensilage of yourn--one large bite for me and one small bite for my young friend there to keep what little life we have until the coming of the corned beef and cabbage?"
""Fellow sufferer," he says, "listen here to me. I"ve got a dear old white-haired grandmother, which she was seventy-four her last birthday and has always been a life-long member of the First Baptist Church. I love my dear old grandmother, but if she was standing right here now and asked me for a nibble off my mid-day refreshment I"d tell her to go find a truck patch of her own. Yes sir, I"d turn her down cold; because if I don"t eat enough to keep me alive to get out of here when the times comes I wont be alive to get out of here when the time comes. Anywhere else I could love you like a brother," he says, "and divide my last bite with you, but not here," he says, "not here! Do you get me?" he says.
""Sir," I says, "I get you. Take care of yourself and don"t get foundered on the green truck," I says. "A bran mash now and then and a wisp of cured timothy hay about once in so long ought to keep off the gra.s.s colic," I says. "Come on, little playmate," I says to Sweet Caps, "let us meander further into this here vale of plenty of everything except something to eat. Which, by rights," I says, "its real name oughter be Hungry Hollow."
"So we meanders some more miles and pretty soon I"m that empty that I couldn"t be no emptier than I am without a surgical operation. My voice gets weak, and objects dance before my eyes.
"After while they quits dancing, and I realizes that I"m bowing low before probably the boniest lady that ever lived. A gold watch has got more extra flesh on it than this lady has on her. She is looking out of the front window of a small cottage and her expression verges on the disapproving. As nearly as I can figure out she disapproves of everything in general, and a large number of things in particular. And I judges that if there is any two things in the world which she disapproves of more than any other two things, those two things is me and the Sweet Caps Kid.
"I removes my lid and starts to speak, but she merely waves her arm in a majestic manner, meaning, if I know anything about the sign language, "Exit in case of dog." So we exits without even pa.s.sing the time of the day with her and continues upon our way through the bright sunshine. The thermometer now registers at least ninety-eight in the shade, but then of course we don"t have to stay in the shade, and that"s some consolation.
"The next female land-owner we encounters lives away down in the woods.
She"s plump and motherly-looking, with gold bows on her spec"s. She is out in her front garden picking pansies and potato bugs and other flora and fauna common to the soil. She looks up as the gate-latch clicks, and beholds me on the point of entering.
""Madam," I says, "pardon this here intrusion but in us you behold two weary travelers carrying no script and no purse. Might I ask you what the chances are of us getting a square meal before we perish?"
""You might," she says.
""Might what?" I says.
""Might ask me," she says,"but I warn you in advance, that I ain"t very good at conundrums. I"m a lone widder woman," she says, "and I"ve got something to do," she says, "besides standing out here in the hot sun answering riddles for perfect strangers," she says. "So go ahead," she says.
""Madam," I says pretty severe, "don"t trifle with me. I"m a desperate man, and my friend here is even desperater than what I am. Remember you are alone, and at our mercy and--"
""Oh," she says, with a sweet smile, "I ain"t exactly alone. There"s Tige," she says.
"I don"t see no Tige," I says, glancing around hurriedly.
""That ain"t his fault," she says. "I"ll call him," she says, looking like it wont be no trouble whatsoever to show goods.
"But we don"t wait. "Sweet Caps," I says to him as we hikes round the first turn in the road, "this district ain"t making no p.r.o.nounced hit with me. Every time you ast "em for bread they give you a dog. The next time," I says," anybody offers me a canine, I"m going to take him," I says. "If he can eat me any faster than I can eat him," I says, "he"ll have to work fast. And," I says, "if I should meet a nice little clean boy with fat legs--Heaven help him!"