"But wild animals get hungry," the Colonel exclaimed, taking a still deeper interest in what this observer was saying.
"Wall, yes," he drawled, "but some don"t make no fuss "bout hit. Take a bob-cat! He"d be a purty thing a-yellin" all through the mountings when he"s hungry, now wouldn"t he? _He"s_ got ter move like a grey cloud, "n"
slip up on things! A bob-cat," he added with his peculiar chuckle, "that"d yell when he went a-huntin" wouldn"t take long ter starve. "N"
the wilder a thing is, the moh uncomplainin" hit is, too. Shoot a fox, "n" he"ll pull hisse"f along till he drops daid--jest grittin" his teeth "n" standin" hit; but a dawg"ll holler somethin" awful. Hit"s most allers that-a-way with birds, too. Ketch a chicken, "n" folks"ll think ye"re killin" her; but ketch a pa"tridge, "n" she"ll jest lay in yo"
hand "n" breathe fast, "n" hate ye."
"How do you account for that?" the Colonel asked. "The fox and the dog belong to the same family; likewise the chicken and partridge!"
"That"s jest why I picked them kind out ter tell ye "bout," he answered.
"I reckon the reason is bein" "round human folks, Cunnel. When a varmint loses his wildness, he loses his grit, "n" I may say he"s apt ter go down in health. Ruth says that Injuns could stand bein" burned with fyar "n" not flinch. Thar hain"t no white men now-days kin do hit. I"ve tried," he rolled back his sleeve and showed a long scar on his forearm.
"I tried jest ter see, "n" had ter quit. Hit made me plumb sick. "N"
that"s jest the same with varmints."
They mounted their horses and turned down the road. Colonel May and Bob, being for the moment together, the old gentleman whispered;
"Interesting sort of fellow."
Bob nodded. "Nervy to try fire, wasn"t he?"
"Dale," the Colonel called, "ride up with us! Is it then your impression," he asked, when the lowly head of Lucy was abreast with the arched necks of the thoroughbreds, "that civilization has a bad influence?"
Dale fairly rose in his stirrups. "I never said that," he cried. "I never said no sech a-thing! Hit hain"t so! I said that bein" "round folks makes varmints "n" critters lose thar grit, "n" be moh apt ter git sick; bein" brought up in stalls, "n" stables, "n" pens, "n" havin"
their victuals fetched ter "em all the time, "n" bein" drove "n"
bullied, makes "em lose thar fightin" sperit; "n" when a thing loses that hit"ll go down. The same way with folks. Why, Cunnel, I knowed a man who laid behind two rocks "n" fit all day long with nine bullets in him, "cause his son war in the cabin jest below, "n" both war a-holdin"
off a pa.s.sel of fellers. But to"ard evenin", when the ole man seed the fellers rush in "n" drag his boy out, "n" kill "im thar afore his eyes, he rolled right over hisse"f "n" died--"n" he hadn"t been hit since dinner. "N" that jest showed, as long"s he had the savage in "im fightin" fer the boy, he war all right; but when thar warn"t no moh use, he quit. That"s one big trouble with civilization, as we-uns sees. .h.i.t from the mountings: hit takes the grit outen folks, "n" makes "em want ter quit too soon."
The Colonel sat gazing moodily between his horse"s ears, one of which was tilted back and the other forward, as though at the same time listening to the conversation and watching the road. He seemed to have forgotten that an uncouth mountaineer had been talking; he seemed not to have heard the low drawl, or in any way have been affected by its musical crudity, but only by the man"s point of view.
"So that"s the way you people think of us?" he finally asked.
"Bob, hyar, says you-uns "n" we-uns hain"t no different." He had begun calling Bob by his first name with child-like ingenuousness.
"But there is a distinction," the old gentleman insisted. "The mountaineers are more--I might say more intense, as your act this morning gives testimony. Altogether, I should say, as Miss Jane once put it, that your aura is tinctured with savagery."
Dale hesitated. "I don"t reckon," he said at last, "that what I did this mawnin" war any wuss"n what you-uns war a-goin" ter do. What"s aura?"
Bob burst into peals of laughter.
"I think he"s got you on number one, Colonel! Now tell him what aura is!"
But this was a knotty undertaking, and when he finished, quite una.s.sisted by Bob, Dale"s face held a troubled look.
"If a fine man like yeou, Cunnel," he began, causing the old gentleman to stiffen in his saddle with righteous pride, "don"t know no moh"n that "bout the English language, how, in Gawd"s name, am I a-goin" ter larn?"
"Upon my word, sir! Upon my word!" the Colonel sputtered, red to the roots of his silvery hair, "you haven"t the capacity to understand, sir; no matter how explicit I may be, sir!" And touching spur he galloped ahead, not deigning to look at them again.
"Dale," Bob implored, trying to control his laughter, "for the love of Mike cut "aura" from your vocabulary! Honest, my friend, if you ever should walk into the Colonel"s drawing room in that costume and announce that your aura is tinctured with savagery, it would be worse than murder!"
Again the mountaineer"s face became troubled; indeed, it held an expression of childish helplessness, made so pathetic by a succeeding, shy glance at his awkward costume of homespun, that the young planter winced.
"That"s all right," he said, contrite enough now, and giving the broad shoulder another friendly slap. "Before long you"ll be turning out cla.s.sier stuff than any of us. And we like your clothes."
"I"m a-goin" ter larn," Dale murmured through clenched teeth. "I"m a-goin" ter larn all thar is, "n" a whole lot moh; so help me Gawd I will."
For awhile they rode without speaking until the Colonel was seen waiting at a turn of the road. Then Dale asked:
"Ye reckon he meant that, "bout me livin" with "im?"
""Course he meant it. He"ll make you think you own the place in twenty-four hours, and you won"t feel the slightest obligation."
"What"s obligation?"
Patiently Bob went through the definition, and Dale again asked:
"Who"s the feller he calls Brent?"
"He"s staying there, too; trying his wings on a survey for a railroad.
There"s going to be a little road through here some day, and he"s looking to it."
"How does he?"
"Heaven pity us," Bob groaned. "I don"t know how does he, Dale. Ask him.
Come, let"s catch up!"
The Colonel was riding slowly ahead, and from the appearance of his back Bob knew him to be sulking. Strong and big and fine as he was in both physique and temperament, his _amour propre_ was an easy thing to wound.
Such hurts, however, were quickly healed by his blessed sense of humor, and now as he wheeled and watched them, Bob saw that his spirits were returning.
"In the eyes of babes," the old gentleman began, with a humorous twitching about his mouth, "we see the mirror of our age--and, Mr.
Dawson, don"t ask me what that means for I don"t know! But come, gentlemen, it is quite noon, and a cool house is calling us."
"When the mint is in the toddy, and the chair is in the shade," Bob hummed, bringing another twinkle of amus.e.m.e.nt to the old gentleman"s lips.
"I reckon I"ll turn off hyar," Dale said, ""n" go on ter school."
"What for?" the Colonel asked. "There"s no school today."
"Hain"t!" the mountaineer turned in a fury. "Why so?"
"Why so?" Bob answered, not exactly with patience. "For several reasons, Dale; one being that they don"t have school on Sat.u.r.days, and another, quite sufficient in itself, that Miss Jane has a headache."
"What"s Satu"day got ter do with hit?" He asked again, unconscious of the other"s growing ill humor.
"You darned b.o.o.b," Bob laughed, "don"t you know that Sat.u.r.day is a holiday? It always is! They never have school on that day!"
"D"ye mean they lose a whole day a week?" Dale cried, working himself into a rage and giving the Colonel that same unpleasant, startled feeling of witnessing something human out of gear. "That all that time is jest plumb wasted, when I mought be larnin"? Hain"t I come hyar fer her ter teach me? Hain"t I got the right? Hain"t hit her business?"
"When Miss Jane doesn"t feel like teaching," Bob began, turning a shade pale and becoming unnaturally calm, "Sat.u.r.day or no Sat.u.r.day, she isn"t going to teach; and the Colonel and I"ll see anyone in h.e.l.l first.
Remember that, for it"s a right important thing."