"It were sure dark in them trees, and the kid he"s a blunderin" and stumblin" along, a-cursin" the world by sections, when all to once he stepped off into fresh air, and the next thing he knows he"s a standin"
at the bottom of the well in about four or five feet of ice-cold water, and him a-still hangin" onto the rope and pot with a death grip. Took him about five minutes to git his breath and realize he done found the well all rightee, and then he sets up a squall like a trapped wildcat.
He ain"t forgot, neither, that Deafy ain"t likely to hear him, the ole man bein" deafer than a rock; so after hollerin" a while and gittin" no results he stops it and begins cussin" jist to relieve his mind and help keep him from shakin" all his teeth outen his head account o" shiverin"
so blamed hard.
"Up on top Deafy he"s busy startin" a fire and openin" up the packs gittin" ready to cook supper. The kid not bein" back with the water yit, and he bein" obliged to have water fer bread makin" purposes, Deafy finally decides the kid"s gone and got hisself lost out there in the dark, and so he takes a _pasear_ out that a-way huntin" fer him. The ole man"s a hollerin" and a trompin" through the cedars an" rocks, thinkin" more how much his wool"s a-goin" to fetch than anything else, when he thinks he hears someone a-callin". He turns to listen, gits a little more sound in his ears, takes a step or two in its direction, and, kerslop, he"s into that there well hole, square on top of the young gent from "ole Missou". Say, the things them two fellers sed to each other, an" both at the same time, most cracked the walls of the hole."
Dad wiped his eyes with the heel of his fat hand.
"Talk about your Kilkenny cats," he continued, "they wan"t in it with them two pore devils down in that cold water. Finally, they both run out of mouth ammunition an" set to work to figger out how they was goin" to git outen the well. It was too wide to climb out of by puttin" a foot on each side and c.o.o.nin" up the walls like a straddle bug, an" it was mostly too deep for either of "em to reach the top with their hands. So they mighty soon agrees between "em that there"s but one way to git out, an" that"s fer one of "em to stand on "tother"s shoulder so"s to git a grip on the edge, pull hisself out, an" then help his shiverin", shakin"
_amigo_ what"s down in the hole onto terry firmy. Bein" a foot taller than Deafy, Bob agrees that the old man can climb onto his shoulders an"
git out first. But Deafy, he"s heavy on his feet, an" bein" sixty years old an" none too spry, he cain"t seem to make the riffle to git onto the kid"s back, so he finally gives it up, an" lets the kid have a try at it. The kid he"s soon on Deafy"s shoulders, an" one jump an" he"s on top.
"Meantime the kid he"s been doin" some powerful hard thinkin". He ain"t hankerin" after a close-up view of that there indignant judge down in town. The sheep man he"s got a monstrous fine hoss, a new Heiser saddle, an" a jim dandy pack mule and outfit, while his own hoss an" saddle ain"t nothin" much to brag on. He knows the sheep man"s dead safe where he"s at till some one comes to help him out, which will be when his camp rustler arrives on the scene, which may be in an hour an" may be in ten minutes. Meantime, bein" a cow-puncher bred and born on the Pecos, he ain"t lovin" a sheep person any too well, so he makes up his mind he jist as well die for an "ole sheep as a lamb, and within ten minutes he"s. .h.i.ttin" the trail for New Mexico a straddle of Deafy"s hoss an"
saddle, leadin" his pack mule, with a bully good pack rig onto his back.
"Also the pore old feller down in the well is a holdin" up his hands expectin" every minute the kid will reach down an" help him out; incidentally, as far as his chatterin" teeth will let him, doin" some mighty fancy cussin" along broad an" liberal lines."
Dad stopped a moment to light his pipe. My curiosity could wait no longer.
"What happened to Deafy and how did he get out?" burst from my eager lips.
Once again that chuckle. "Seems he tole the camp rustler to meet him there that night, but the _paisano_ was late gittin" his sheep bedded down on account of a bear skeerin" of "em just about sundown, so he didn"t git round till the kid had done been gone for two hours. Even then he might not "a" found him, for the fire was all out an" it was too dark to see much, but the ole man he had his six shooter with him when he started in to bathe, also about forty beans in his catridge belt.
Knowin" mighty well his only hope was in drawin" some one"s attention with his shootin", he was mighty economical with his beans, only shootin" about onc"t every five minutes. The herder he hears him, runs the sound down, an" finds his ole boss a soakin" in the well, him bein"
jist about ready to cash in his chips, he"s that numbed and chilled."
"And the kid?" gasped the lady listener.
"Oh, he done got clean away over the line into New Mexico and they ain"t never got no track of him to this very yit."
We heard a raucous squeak from the corral back of the house, indicating the opening of one of the heavy pole gates. Evidently the boys had come in. I was just rising from my seat in the swing, when from around the corner of the house dashed a brindle Boston terrier, followed by four crazy pups about two months old. The mother barked a joyous welcome to the madam, to whom she flew and in whose arms she found a warm reception. I turned to the cook. That same aggravating chuckle again.
"But you told us they were drowned" was the only thing the amazed and perplexed woman could find words to utter.
The old reprobate was gazing into the bowl of his pipe as if in its depths he had found something extremely interesting. I began to see a light.
"You miserable old hot air artist!" I said. "You picked a load into us the very first hour after we landed on the ranch, didn"t you? You"ve been humbugging us all this time, haven"t you?" I tried hard to be fiercely indignant.
"You fooled your own selves," he snickered, "fer I never tole you them there pups was drownded; you jist nach.e.l.ly jumped at it of your own accord, an" seein" as how you"d find it out anyhow when the boys came in, I jist let it run along."
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LOST IN THE PETRIFIED FOREST
By permission _Overland Monthly_, San Francisco, Calif.
When the stockholders of the "Lazy H" outfit met annually in solemn conclave to receive the report of their range manager and find out how much more the expenses for the year had been than the receipts, they called it the "Montezuma Cattle Company," but as their brand was an H lying down on the sides of their cattle thus, ([symbol: H]) everyone on the range called it the "Lazy H" outfit.
We were in the Lazy H winter horse camp looking after a hundred and seventy-five cow-ponies that had seen a hard summer"s work, and the job was a snap. Two men rode out every morning and saw that none of the animals strayed too far, bringing them all in for water down the trail in the canon, salting them once a week, and keeping a sharp lookout for horse thieves, both white and Indian.
The camp was a dugout in the side of a hill, part logs, part hill, with a dirt roof a foot thick. A grand fireplace in one end served alike for heating and cooking purposes, and at night with a fire of pine knots you could lie in the "double decker" bunks and read as if the place was lighted with an arc lamp. There was a heavy door in the end, while half a dozen loopholes cut in the logs served for windows and for defense if necessary.
Two of the boys were playing a solemn game of "seven-up" to decide which of them should build the fire in the morning, and the balance were smoking or reading some two-weeks-old newspapers that had come out from town with the last load of grub.
Outside the wind was whistling around the corner, and the coyotes, attracted by the scent of a freshly killed yearling hanging in a cedar near the dugout, were howling and shrieking like a lot of school-children at play.
"Just about such a night outside as the night old man Hart"s wife and kids got lost two years ago," remarked Peg Leg Russel, who was busy with leather strings and an awl plaiting a fancy quirt.
"Didn"t you help hunt for "em?" queried a voice from one of the bunks.
"Sure thing I did," answered the quirt maker, "and, what"s more," he continued, "I hope I never get another such job as long as I live."
"Tell us about it Peg Leg. You know I was over in Kansas looking after a bunch of company steers that fall and never did get the straight of it."
The speaker turned from his game of solitaire toward the one-legged cow-puncher. With his knife Russel clipped the end of a leather string from the finished "Turk"s head," laid the quirt on the floor and rolled it back and forth under the sole of his boot to give it the proper "set"
and finish, finally hanging it on the wall. Then he filled and lighted his pipe, and after a few preliminary puffs, began his story.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "_We was camped over in the petrified forest_"]
"Well, boys, that was one of the toughest nights I"ve seen in Arizony.
We was camped up near the "Peterified" Forest on our way back to the headquarter ranch. We"d been down to the railroad with a bunch of steers, and expected to bust the outfit up for the winter when we got back to the ranch. It were late in November, an" you all know how everlastin" cold it gits "long in November an" December.
"Well, "long comes one of them tearin" howlin" sandstorms "bout two o"clock in the afternoon, and the wagon boss camped us under the lee of a hill and wouldn"t go any furder. And "twas well he did, too, fer the wind blowed a gale, snow begin to fall, and ag"in sunset it was as ornery a piece of weather as I ever seen anywheres. You all know wood"s pow"ful skeerce up thar, too, and all the cook had was sage brush an"
"chips."
"We put in a mis"able night. The wind blowed every way, an" drifted sand an" snow into our beds in spite of all a feller could do. Me and Sandy, the horse-wrangler, slep" together, an" Sandy he lowed, he did, that the Lord mus" have it in fer us pore ignorant cow-punchers that night, sh.o.r.e. About daylight I heard a shot, then another, an" another.
Everybody "most in camp waked up, an" Wilson, the wagon boss, he takes his six-shooter an" fires a few shots to answer "em.
"We all speculated as to what it meant at such a time, an" Wilson he says he"d bet a yearlin" ag"in a sack of terbaccer that it were some derned tenderfoot bug-hunter who"d been out to the Petrified Forest an"
gone an" lost hisself, an" now was a bellerin" around like a dogie calf. The cook he lowed "twan"t no bug-hunter, "cause that was the crack of a forty-five, an" them bug-hunter fellers ginerally packed a little short twenty-two to stand off the Injuns, an" we all laughed at this, fer the night we got the steers shipped the cook went up town an"
got full as a goat, an" tried to run a "sandy" over a meek-looking tenderfoot, who wan"t a harmin" n.o.body; but he wan"t near so meek as he looked, an" fust thing the _cocinero_ knowed he war a gazin" in to one of them same little twenty-twos, an" I"m blessed if the stranger didn"t take his forty-five away from him an" turned him over to the sheriff to cool off--but I guess you all know about that.
"We could soon hear the "chug chug" of a pony"s feet, an" then a voice a hollerin". We all gave a yell, and in a few minutes a man named Hart rode into camp. We all knowed him. He was a sheep man with a ranch over on the "tother side of the Petrified Forest. He was nearly froze an"
half crazy with excitment, an" "twas some minutes afore we could git him to tell what was a hurtin" him.
""Boys," he says, "for G.o.d"s sake git up an" help me find my wife an"
chillun."
"An" then he told us he had been away from his ranch all the day before, at one of his sheep camps over on the Milky Holler. When he left in the mornin" his wife tole him she"d hitch up the hosses to the buckboard after dinner an" take the kids an" drive down to the railroad station an" git the mail, an" git back in time for supper. You know it"s "bout eight miles down to the station at Carrizo.
"Comin" home at night in the wust of the storm, Hart had found the shack empty, his wife not home yit an" the hosses gone. Thinkin" that the storm had kept "em, he waited an hour or two, when he got so blamed oneasy he couldn"t wait no longer, but saddled up his hoss an" drug it for the station. When he got there they told him his wife had left "bout an hour by sun, an" they hadn"t seen nothin" of her sence, although they had begged her not to start back, an" the wind a-blowin" like it was.
"Twas then about as dark as the inside of a cow, and leavin" the men at the station to foller him, Hart struck out across the prairie, ridin" in big circles, and tryin", but without no luck, to cut some "sign" of the buckboard and hosses. You know, fellers, how them sandy mesas are about there, and, between the driftin" sand and the snow, every mark had been wiped out slick and clean. Then he pulled his freight for the ranch, thinkin" mebbeso she"d got back while he were away; but nary a sign of them was there about the place. He struck out agin, makin" big circles, and firin" his six-shooter and hollerin" like an Apache Injin, all the time a-listenin" an" a-prayin" fer some answer. Then he heerd our shots and thought sure he"d found her, fer she always carried a gun when she went out alone, and he jist hit the high places till he ran onto our camp and he war sure disappointed when he seen us an" not her.
""Tain"t no use for to tell you that we got a move onto ourselves.