Curtis immediately sent warning commands to all the outside ranchers to keep clear of the reservation, and also notified Streeter, Johnson, and others of the settlers on the Elk and the Willow that their cattle must not be allowed to stray beyond certain lines, which he indicated. These orders, according to Calvin, made the settlers "red-headed as wood-p.e.c.k.e.rs. They think you"re drawin" the lines down pretty fine."
"I mean to," replied Curtis. "You original settlers are here by right and shall have full opportunity to graze your stock, but those on the outside must keep out. I will seize and impound all stock that does not belong on this land."
Calvin reported this statement to the outside men, and its audacity provoked the most violent threats against the agent, but he rode about unaccompanied and unarmed; but not without defence, for Calvin said to one of the loudest of the boasters, "The man who jerks a gun on Curtis runs a good chance of losing a lung or two," and the remark took effect, for Calvin had somehow acquired a reputation for being "plumb sa.s.sy when attack-ted."
Curtis had the army officer"s contempt of personal injury, and, in pursuance of his campaign against the invading stockmen, did not hesitate to ride into their round-up camps alone, or accompanied only by Crow Wing, and no bl.u.s.terer could sustain his reputation in the face of the agent"s calm sense of command.
"I am not speaking personally," he said once, to an angry camp of a dozen armed men. "I am here as an officer of the United States army, detailed to special duty as an Indian agent, and I am in command of this reservation. It is of no use to bl.u.s.ter. Your cattle _must_ be kept from the Tetong range."
"The gra.s.s is going to waste there," the boss argued.
"That does not concern you. It is not the fault of the Tetongs that they have not cattle enough to fill the range."
In the end he had his way, and though the settlers and ranchers hated him, they also respected him. No one thought of attempting to bribe or scare him, and political "pull" had no value in his eyes.
Jennie, meanwhile, had acquired almost mythic fame as a marvellously beautiful and haughty "queen." Calvin was singularly close-mouthed about her, but one or two of the cowboys who had chanced to meet her with the agent spread the most appreciative reports of her beauty and of the garments she wore. She was said to be a singer of opera tunes, and that she played the piano "to beat the Jews." One fellow who had business with the agent reported having met her at the door. "By mighty! she"s purty enough to eat," he said to his chum. "Her cheeks are as pink as peaches, and her eyes are jest the brown I like. She"s a "glad rag," all right."
"Made good use o" your time, didn"t ye?" remarked his friend.
"You bet your life! I weren"t lettin" nothin" git by me endurin" that minute or two."
"I bet you dursn"t go there again."
"I take ye--I"ll go to-morrow."
"Without any business, this time? No excuse but jest to see her? You "ain"t got the nerve."
"You"ll see. I"m the boy. There ain"t no "rag" gay enough to scare me."
It became a common joke for some lank, brown chap to say carelessly, as he rose from supper, "Well, I guess I"ll throw a saddle onto my bald-faced sorrel and ride over and see the agent"s sister." In reality, not one of them ever dared to even knock at the door, and when they came to the yards with a consignment of cattle they were as self-conscious as school-boys in a parlor and uneasy as wolves in a trap, till they were once more riding down the trail; then they "broke loose," whooping shrilly and racing like mad, in order to show that they had never been afraid. Calvin continued to call, and his defence of the agent had led to several sharp altercations with his father.
The red people expanded and took on cheer under the coming of the summer, like some larger form of insect life. They were profoundly glad of the warmth. The old men, climbing to some rounded hill-top at dawn, sat reverently to smoke and offer incense to the Great Spirit, which the sun was, and the little children, seeing the sages thus in deep meditation, pa.s.sed quietly by with a touch of awe.
As the soft winds began to blow, the dingy huts were deserted for the sweeter and wholesomer life of the tepee, which is always ventilated, and which has also a thousand memories of battle and the chase a.s.sociated with its ribbed walls, its yellowed peak, and its smouldering fires. The sick grew well and the weak became strong as they pa.s.sed once more from the foul air of their cabins to the inspiriting breath of the mountains, uncontaminated by any smoke of white man"s fire. The little girls went forth on the hills to gather flowers for the teachers, and the medicine-men, taking great credit to themselves, said: "See! our incantations again prevailed. The sun is coming back, the gra.s.s is green, and the warm winds are breathing upon the hills."
"Ay, but you cannot bring back the buffalo," said those who doubted, for there are sceptics among the redmen as elsewhere. "When you do that, then we will believe that you are really men of magic."
But the people did not respond cheerfully to Curtis when he urged them to plant gardens. They said: "We will do it, Little Father, but it is of no use. For two years we tried it, and each year the hot sun dried our little plants. Our corn withered and our potatoes came to nothing. Do not ask us to again plough the hard earth. It is all a weariness to no result."
To Jennie, Curtis said: "I haven"t the heart to push them into doing a useless thing. They are right. I must wait until we have the water of the streams for our own use."
The elder Streeter was very bitter, Calvin reported. "But he ain"t no idyot. He won"t make no move that the law don"t back him up in; but some o" these other yaps are talkin" all kinds of gun-play. But don"t you lose any flesh. They got to git by me before they reach you."
Curtis smiled. "Calvin, you"re a loyal friend, but I am not a bit nervous."
"That"s all right, Captain, but you can"t tell what a mob o" these lahees will do. I"ve seen "em make some crazy plays--I sure have; but I"ll keep one ear lapped back for signs of war."
XIII
ELSIE PROMISES TO RETURN
One beautiful May day Curtis came into the house with shining face.
"Sis, our artists are coming back," he called to Jennie from the hall.
"Are they? Oh, isn"t that glorious!" she answered, running to meet him.
"When are they to reach here? Whom did you hear from?"
"Lawson. They can"t come till some time in June, however."
Jennie"s face fell. "In June! I thought you meant they were coming now--right away--this week."
"Lawson furthermore writes that he expects to bring a sculptor with him--a Mr. Parker. You remember those photographs he showed us of some statues of Indians? Well, this is the man who made the figures. His wife is coming as chaperon for Miss Brisbane."
"She still needs a chaperon, does she?"
"It would seem so. Besides, Mrs. Parker goes everywhere with her husband."
"I hope she"ll be as nice as Mrs. Wilc.o.x."
"I don"t think Lawson would bring any crooked timber along--there must be something worth while in them."
"Well, I am delighted, George. I confess I"m hungry for a message from the outside world; and during the school vacation we can get away once in a while to enjoy ourselves."
The certainty of the return of the artistic colony changed Curtis"s entire summer outlook. Work had dragged heavily upon him during February and March, and there were moments when his enthusiasm ebbed. It was a trying position. He began to understand how a man might start in his duties with the most commendable desire, even solemn resolution, to be ever kindly and patient and self-respecting, and end by cursing the redmen and himself most impartially. Misunderstandings are so easy where two races are forced into daily contact, without knowledge of each other"s speech, and with only a partial comprehension of each other"s outlook on the world. Some of the employes possessed a small vocabulary of common Tetong words, but they could neither explain nor reason about any act. They could only command. Curtis, by means of the sign language, which he had carried to marvellous clearness and swiftness, was able to make himself understood fairly well on most topics, but nevertheless found himself groping at times in the obscure caverns of their thinking.
"Even after a man gets their thought he must comprehend the origin of their motives," he said to Wilson, his clerk. "Everything they do has meaning and sequence. They have developed, like ourselves, through countless generations of life under relatively stable conditions. These material conditions are now giving way, are vanishing, but the mental traits they formed will persist. Think of this when you are impatient with them."
Wilson took a pessimistic view. "I defy the angel Gabriel to keep his temper if he should get himself appointed clerk. If I was a married man I could make a better mark; but there it is--they can"t see me." He ended with a deep sigh.
Curtis took advantage of Lawson"s letter to write again to Elsie, and though he considered it a very polite and entirely circ.u.mspect performance, his fervor of gladness burned through every line, and the girl as she read it fell to musing on the singularity of the situation.
He was in her mind very often, now; the romance and the poetry of the work he was doing began at last to appeal to her, and the knowledge that she, in a sense, shared the possibilities with him, was distinctly pleasurable. She had perception enough to feel also the force of the contrast in their lives, he toiling thanklessly on a barren, sun-smit land, in effort to lead a subject race to self-supporting freedom, while she, dabbling in art for art"s sake, sat in a secure place and watched him curiously.
"How well he writes," she thought, returning to his letter. His sentences clutched her like strong hands, and she could not escape them.
As she read she drew again the splendid lines of his head in profile, and then, a sentence later, it seemed that he was looking straight into her eyes, grave of countenance, involved in some moral question whose solution he considered essential to his happiness and to the welfare of his people. Surely he was a most uncommon soldier. When she had finished reading she was sincerely moved to reply. She had nothing definitely in mind to say, and yet somehow she visualized him at his desk waiting an answer. "The worst of it is, we seem to have no topic in common except his distressing Indians," she said, as she returned to her work. "Even art to him means painting the redmen sympathetically."
But he could not be put aside. He was narrow and one-sided, but he was sincere and manly--and handsome. That was the very worst of it; he was too attractive to be forgotten. Therefore she took up her pen again, being careful to keep close to artistic motives. She spoke of the success of her spring exhibition, and said: "It has confirmed me in the desire to go on valiantly in the same line. That is the reason I am coming back to the Tetongs. I feel that I begin to know them--artistically, I mean; not as you know them--and I need your blazing sunlight to drink up the fogs that I brought from Holland and Belgium. The prismatic flare of color out there pleases me. It"s just the white ray split into its primary colors, but I can get it. I"m going to do more of those canvases of the moving figure blended with the landscape; they make a stunning technical problem in vibration as well as in values; and then the critics shout over them, too. I sold the one you liked so well, and also five portraits, and feel vastly encouraged.
Owen Field was over from New York and gave me a real hurrah. I am going to exhibit in New York next fall if all goes well with me among the Tetongs."
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