"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the young Irishman: "you"re quite a lawyer, Phelim. What a first-rate attorney you"d have made! But come! You forget that I haven"t tasted food since morning. What have you got in the larder?"
"Trath! there"s no great stock, masther. Yez haven"t laid in anythin"
for the three days yez hiv been afther spotty. There"s only the cowld venison an the corn-bread. If yez like I"ll phut the venison in the pat, an make a hash av it."
"Yes, do so. I can wait."
"Won"t yez wait betther afther tastin" a dhrap av the crayther?"
"True--let me have it."
"Will yez take it nate, or with a little wather? Trath! it won"t carry much av that same."
"A gla.s.s of grog--draw the water fresh from the stream."
Phelim took hold of the silver drinking-cup, and was about stepping outside, when a growl from Tara, accompanied by a start, and followed by a rush across the floor, caused the servitor to approach the door with a certain degree of caution.
The barking of the dog soon subsided into a series of joyful whimperings, which told that he had been gratified by the sight of some old acquaintance.
"It"s owld Zeb Stump," said Phelim, first peeping out, and then stepping boldly forth--with the double design of greeting the new-comer, and executing the order he had received from his master.
The individual, who had thus freely presented himself in front of the mustanger"s cabin, was as unlike either of its occupants, as one from the other.
He stood fall six feet high, in a pair of tall boots, fabricated out of tanned alligator skin; into the ample tops of which were thrust the bottoms of his pantaloons--the latter being of woollen homespun, that had been dyed with "dog-wood ooze," but was now of a simple dirt colour.
A deerskin under shirt, without any other, covered his breast and shoulders; over which was a "blanket coat," that had once been green, long since gone to a greenish yellow, with most of the wool worn off.
There was no other garment to be seen: a slouch felt hat, of greyish colour, badly battered, completing the simple, and somewhat scant, collection of his wardrobe.
He was equipped in the style of a backwoods hunter, of the true Daniel Boone breed: bullet-pouch, and large crescent-shaped powder-horn, both suspended by shoulder-straps, hanging under the right arm; a waist-belt of thick leather keeping his coat closed and sustaining a skin sheath, from which protruded the rough stag-horn handle of a long-bladed knife.
He did not affect either moca.s.sins, leggings, nor the caped and fringed tunic shirt of dressed deerskin worn by most Texan hunters. There was no embroidery upon his coa.r.s.e clothing, no carving upon his accoutrements or weapons, nothing in his _tout ensemble_ intended as ornamental. Everything was plain almost to rudeness: as if dictated by a spirit that despised "fanfaron."
Even the rifle, his reliable weapon--the chief tool of his trade--looked like a rounded bar of iron, with a piece of brown unpolished wood at the end, forming its stock; stock and barrel, when the b.u.t.t rested on the ground, reaching up to the level of his shoulder.
The individual thus clothed and equipped was apparently about fifty years of age, with a complexion inclining to dark, and features that, at first sight, exhibited a grave aspect.
On close scrutiny, however, could be detected an underlying stratum of quiet humour; and in the twinkle of a small greyish eye there was evidence that its owner could keenly relish a joke, or, at times, perpetrate one.
The Irishman had p.r.o.nounced his name: it was Zebulon Stump, or "Old Zeb Stump," as he was better known to the very limited circle of his acquaintances.
"Kaintuck, by birth an raisin","--as he would have described himself, if asked the country of his nativity--he had pa.s.sed the early part of his life among the primeval forests of the Lower Mississippi--his sole calling that of a hunter; and now, at a later period, he was performing the same _metier_ in the wilds of south-western Texas.
The behaviour of the staghound, as it bounded before him, exhibiting a series of canine welcomes, told of a friendly acquaintance between Zeb Stump and Maurice the mustanger.
"Evenin"!" laconically saluted Zeb, as his tail figure shadowed the cabin door.
"Good evening", Mr Stump!" rejoined the owner of the hut, rising to receive him. "Step inside, and take a seat!"
The hunter accepted the invitation; and, making a single stride across the floor, after some awkward manoeuvring, succeeded in planting himself on the stool lately occupied by Phelim. The lowness of the seat brought his knees upon a level with his chin, the tall rifle rising like a pikestaff several feet above his head.
"Durn stools, anyhow!" muttered he, evidently dissatisfied with the posture; "an" churs, too, for thet matter. I likes to plant my starn upon a log: thur ye"ve got somethin" under ye as ain"t like to guv way."
"Try that," said his host, pointing to the leathern portmanteau in the corner: "you"ll find it a firmer seat."
Old Zeb, adopting the suggestion, unfolded the zigzag of his colossal carcase, and transferred it to the trunk.
"On foot, Mr Stump, as usual?"
"No: I got my old critter out thur, tied to a saplin". I wa"n"t a huntin"."
"You never hunt on horseback, I believe?"
"I shed be a greenhorn if I dud. Anybody as goes huntin" a hossback must be a durnation fool!"
"But it"s the universal fashion in Texas!"
"Univarsal or no, it air a fool"s fashion--a durned lazy fool"s fashion!
I kill more meat in one day afut, then I ked in a hul week wi" a hoss atween my legs. I don"t mis...o...b.. that a hoss air the best thing for you--bein" as yur game"s entire different. But when ye go arter baar, or deer, or turkey eyther, ye won"t see much o" them, trampin" about through the timmer a hossback, an scarrin" everythin" es hes got ears "ithin the circuit o" a mile. As for hosses, I shodn"t be bothered wi"
ne"er a one no how, ef twa"n"t for packin" the meat: thet"s why I keep my ole maar."
"She"s outside, you say? Let Phelim take her round to the shed. You"ll stay all night?"
"I kim for that purp.i.s.s. But ye needn"t trouble about the maar: she air hitched safe enuf. I"ll let her out on the laryitt, afore I take to gra.s.s."
"You"ll have something to eat? Phelim was just getting supper ready.
I"m sorry I can"t offer you anything very dainty--some hash of venison."
"Nothin" better "n good deermeat, "ceptin it be baar; but I like both done over the coals. Maybe I can help ye to some"at thet"ll make a roast. Mister Pheelum, ef ye don"t mind steppin" to whar my critter air hitched, ye"ll find a gobbler hangin" over the horn o" the seddle. I shot the bird as I war comin" up the crik."
"Oh, that is rare good fortune! Our larder has got very low--quite out, in truth. I"ve been so occupied, for the last three days, in chasing a very curious mustang, that I never thought of taking my gun with me.
Phelim and I, and Tara, too, had got to the edge of starvation."
"Whet sort o" a mustang?" inquired the hunter, in a tone that betrayed interest, and without appearing to notice the final remark.
"A mare; with white spots on a dark chocolate ground--a splendid creature!"
"Durn it, young fellur! thet air"s the very bizness thet"s brung me over to ye."
"Indeed!"
"I"ve seed that mustang--maar, ye say it air, though I kedn"t tell, as she"d niver let me "ithin hef a mile o" her. I"ve seed her several times out on the purayra, an I jest wanted ye to go arter her. I"ll tell ye why. I"ve been to the Leeona settlements since I seed you last, and since I seed her too. Wal, theer hev k.u.m thur a man as I knowed on the Mississippi. He air a rich planter, as used to keep up the tallest kind o" doin"s, "specially in the feestin" way. Many"s the jeint o"
deermeat, and many"s the turkey-gobbler this hyur c.o.o.n hes surplied for his table. His name air Peintdexter."
"Poindexter?"
"Thet air the name--one o" the best known on the Mississippi from Orleens to Saint Looey. He war rich then; an, I reck"n, ain"t poor now--seein" as he"s brought about a hunderd n.i.g.g.e.rs along wi" him.
Beside, thur"s a nephew o" hisn, by name Calhoun. He"s got the dollars, an nothin" to do wi" "em but lend "em to his uncle--the which, for a sartin reezun, I think he _will_. Now, young fellur, I"ll tell ye why I wanted to see _you_. Thet "ere planter hev got a darter, as air dead bent upon hossflesh. She used to ride the skittishest kind o" cattle in Loozeyanner, whar they lived. She heern me tellin" the old "un "bout the spotted mustang; and nothin" would content her thur and then, till he promised he"d offer a big price for catchin" the critter. He sayed he"d give a kupple o" hunderd dollars for the anymal, ef "twur anythin like what I sayed it wur. In coorse, I knowed thet "ud send all the mustangers in the settlement straight custrut arter it; so, sayin"
nuthin" to n.o.body, I kim over hyur, fast as my ole maar "ud fetch me.
You grup thet "ere spotty, an Zeb Stump "ll go yur bail ye"ll grab them two hunderd dollars."