You"ve all seen the Cimarron Kid git a move on an" tear round and just bust hisself to get out to the herd in the mornin" to relieve the last guard, along in the fall when the boss was pickin" out men for the winter work. Well, that was the way we all tore round, an" as everybody kep" up a night hoss (you all know what a crank that feller Wilson was "bout night hosses; he"d make every man keep one up if he had the whole cavyyard in a ten-acre field), we soon had a cup of coffee into us an"
was ready to ride slantin". Pore Hart was so nigh crazy that he couldn"t say nothin", an" "twas hard to see a big, strong feller as he was all broke up like.
"By this time "twas gettin" daylight in the east an" we struck out, scatterin" every way, but keepin" in sight an" hearin" of each other.
"Bout two miles from camp I ran slap dab onto the buckboard, with one of the hosses tied up to the wheel, an" "tother gone. The harness of the other hoss laid on the ground, an" from the sign, she had evidently unharnessed the gentlest hoss of the two, an" got on him, with the kids, an" tried to ride him bareback. I fired a couple of shots, which brought some of the other boys to me, an" we follered up the trail, step by step, "cause "twas a hard trail to pick out, owin", as I said, to the sand an" snow.
"Pretty soon we come to where she had got off the hoss an" led him for a ways; then we found the tracks of the kids; an" we judged they"d all got so cold they had to walk to git warm; an" all that time my fingers an"
ears was tinglin" an achin", they was so cold, an" what was them pore kids an" that little woman goin" to do, when a big, stout puncher like me was shiverin" an" shakin" like a old cow under a cedar in a norther?
"Bimeby we struck the hoss standin" there all humped up with the cold, the reins hooked over a little sage bush. I sent one of the boys back with the hoss, an" tole him to hitch up to the buckboard an" foller on, fer I knowed sh.o.r.e we"d need it to put their pore frozen bodies on when we found "em.
"Here we saw signs where she"d tried to build a fire, but, Lord A"mighty, you know how hard it is to find anything to burn round that there Petrified Forest country, an" she only had three or four matches, an" nothin" to make a fire catch with. Then she started on ag"in, an" I judged she"d got a star to go by, "cause she kep" almost straight north to"ds the railroad. By the trail, she was a-carryin" the youngest kid, a boy "bout two years old, an" leadin" the other, which was a little gal "bout five.
"Right here, fellers, she showed she was fit to be the wife of a man livin" in such a country. She knowed mighty well that she"d be follered, an" that her trail would be hard to find, so what does she do but tear pieces out of the gingham skirt she had on, an" hang "em along on a sage brush here, an" a Spanish bayonet there, so"s we could foller faster.
When we struck this sign an" seed what sh"d done, one of the boys says, says he, "Fellers, ain"t she a trump, an" no mistake?" An" so she sh.o.r.e was.
"We jist turned our hosses loose along here, an" one of us would lope ahead an" cut for sign, an" as soon as he found it, another would cut in ahead of him, an" in that way we trailed her up, right peart. We soon ran the trail down to the edge of the big mesa back of the Carrizo station.
"If you remember, it"s quite a cliff there, mebbeso two hundred feet down; sort of in steps, from two to six feet high. We seen where she jumped over the fust ledge an" helped the young ones down. She worked her way down the rocky cliff that way, step by step, an" it must "a"
been a job, too, in the dark, an" as cold as she was. Two of us went on down the cliff, an" I sent the other boys around with the hosses, to a break, where there was a good trail.
"Right here I began to think that p"raps she"s been saved, after all.
"Twas only a mile from the foot of the mesa to the station at Carrizo, an" in plain sight from where we were.
"Me an" Little Bob, who was with me, was so sure that she was all right that we quit follerin" the trail an" jist got down the cliff anywhere we could. When we got to the bottom an" clear of the rocks, we set out to cut for her trail ag"in, when Little Bob says, says he, "There she is, Jack."
"Lord, how my heart jumped into my mouth. Seemed as if I could most taste it. I looks where Bob was a-p"intin", and sh.o.r.e enough, there she were a-sittin" on a rock with the little boy in her lap, an" the little girl a-leanin" up ag"in her an" a-lookin" into her face.
"We both gave a yell an" started to"ds her, but she never paid no "tention to us, which seemed to me mighty queer like. But we were a little to one side of her, an" I thought mebbe she were so tired she didn"t notice us. Bob he got up to her fust, an" walked up an" put his hand on her shoulder to shake her, but, fellers, you all know how "twas, the pore little woman an" the two young ones were dead.
"Little Bob was so skeert that he couldn"t do nothin", but I fired all the shots in my six-shooter, an" the balance of the outfit soon came up to us.
"Wilson he had a little more savvy than the rest of us, an" rode back an" met pore Hart, who had got off to one side, an" tells him sort o"
kindly like, what we"d found; an" I reckon that Jim never had no harder job in all his life.
"Hart says, says he, "Jim, old man, you take "em inter town as tenderly as you kin, an" make all the arrangements for the funeral, an" I"ll follow you in tonight."
""Course Jim swore we"d all do everything we could, an" Hart rode off to"ds his ranch without comin" nigh the place where his little family was a restin" so peaceful an" quiet.
"Say, fellers, that was the pitifullest sight I ever seed, an" I"ve seed some sad work in the days when old Geronimo an" his murderin" gang of government pets used to range all over the country.
""Twas easy enuff to read the whole thing now. She"d come to the edge of the mesa an" seen the lights in the station house, for they get up "bout four o"clock every mornin" to get breakfast for the section men.
Climbin" down the cliff had used her up, an" knowin" she was so clost to help, she had set down on a big flat rock at the bottom to rest a minute before starting to walk the mile from the foot of the mesa to the station. To set down, as cold and tired as she was, meant sleep, an" to sleep was sh.o.r.e death that night, an" she went to sleep an" never woke up no more.
"The little boy was cuddled up ag"in her under her shawl, with the peacefullest look on his little face you ever see, an" the little girl was a-leanin" on her lap an" a-lookin" up into her face, with the big tears frozen on her cheeks, an" so natural that it was hard to believe she was dead.
"One of the boys went over to the station an" got two wagon sheets and some blankets, an" when the buckboard came we rolled "em up as carefully an" softly as we could. They was so stiff we had to leave the little feller where he was, but the girl we rolled up separate.
"Now, say, boys, that was a hard thing to do, for a bunch of rough cow-punchers, if you hear me. Hookey Jim he"d been through a yellow fever year down in Memphis once, an" he was more used to such things, so he sort of bossed the job.
"I ain"t ashamed to say I bawled like a baby, fellers. Mrs. Hart was awful good to us boys, even if her husband was a sheep man. No puncher ever went there without gettin" a good square meal, no matter when it was; an" when Curly Joe got sick over at the "Rail N" ranch, she jist made the boys fetch him over to her place, an" she nussed him like his own mammy would have done.
"After we got "em packed on the buckboard, Wilson sent the rest of the outfit back to camp, an" him an" me rode on into town, leavin" Shorty French to drive the team in. We met everybody in town out on the road to hunt for Mrs. Hart, for the word had got round that she had got lost; an" everyone that could leave had turned out on the search.
""Twas a sorrowful place that day, an" the next. Everybody in town knew an" loved the little woman, an" her awful death made it seem more pitiful an" sad. They made one coffin an" put her an" the two chillun into it, one on each arm, an" they looked so sweet an" peaceful, like they was only asleep--an", anyway, that"s what he read from the book at the grave--that they was only asleep.
"You fellers all know how everybody in town was at the funeral, an" how one of the men in town had to say a little prayer at the grave, "cause there wasn"t no parson, they all bein" away off in Afriky an" Chiney a-prayin" an" a-singin" with n.i.g.g.e.rs an" Chinees, an" not havin" no time to tend to their own kind of people to home, who p"raps needed prayin"
for jist as much as the heathen in Chiney.
"Then two sweet little girls sung a hymn "bout "Nearer my G.o.d to Thee,"
an" when they got to the second verse everybody was a-cryin" an" the little girls jist busted out too, an" couldn"t finish the song for a long time.
"An", boys, that"s about all there is to tell."
I glanced around the dugout. The fire had burned low and I guess the most of them were glad; for, in the uncertain light, I could see moisture on more than one sunburned cowboy cheek, and my own eyes were, as one of them quaintly put it, "jist a-spillin" clean over with tears."
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CAMEL HUNTIN"
By permission _The Breeder"s Gazette_, Chicago, Ill.
"Did any of yez ever go camel huntin"?" asked the cook, who had been listening to some tales of bear and lion hunting that had been going the rounds of the men about the chuck wagon.
"Camel hunting?" cried the horse-wrangler, a look of astonishment on his face. "What on earth do you mean by camel hunting? We ain"t none of us ever been to Afriky."
"Camel huntin" is jest what I said," replied the knight of the dish-rag, flourishing that useful article in the air as he mopped off the lid of the chuck box.
"Do you mean sure enough camels, camels with humps on "em like what we seen at the circus in Albuquerque las" fall?" queried another doubting one.
"Faith an" I do that," answered the cook; "an" what"s more, I didn"t have to go to no Afriky to hunt "em neither."
"Whar did ye find any camels hereabouts, "ceptin in a circus?" asked "Tex," an old-time puncher who had followed the chuck wagon for thirty years.
"Right here in Arizony, me lads," said the cook, with an affirmative nod of his red head.
"Gee!" and the wagon boss looked incredulous. "Camels in Arizony! Who ever heard tell of any of them critters down this-a-way?"
Pat by this time had finished his after-dinner work, and while the team horses were eating their grain, he sat down to peel a panful of potatoes in readiness for the evening meal.
"Tell us about them there camels, Pat," begged one of the boys.
"Sure," with a grin, "I don"t mind givin" yez a little bit of enlightenment on the subject of camels, seein" as none of yez ever heern tell of thim before now. When I first came to Arizony, ye know I was a sojer in the regular army, in the Sixth Cavalry, the gallopin" Sixth, they called it in them days."