He rose and yawned.
"Is the cat put out, Louada?"
And when she had replied in the affirmative, he said:
"Seein" it has been quite a busy day, let"s go to bed."
IX
Mrs. Hiram Look, lately "Widder Snell," appearing as plump, radiant, and roseate as a bride in her honeymoon should appear--her color a.s.sisted by the caloric of a cook-stove in June--put her head out of the b.u.t.tery window and informed the inquiring Cap"n Aaron Sproul that Hiram was out behind the barn.
"Married life seems still to be agreein" with all concerned,"
suggested Cap"n Sproul, quizzically. "Even that flour on your nose is becomin"."
"Go "long, you old rat!" t.i.ttered Mrs. Look. "Better save all your compliments for your own wife!"
"Oh, I tell her sweeter things than that," replied the Cap"n, serenely. With a grin under his beard, he went on toward the barn.
Smyrna gossips were beginning to comment, with more or less spite, on the sudden friendship between their first selectman and Hiram Look, since Look--once owner of a road circus--had retired from the road, had married his old love, and had settled down on the Snell farm.
Considering the fact that the selectman and showman had bristled at each other like game-c.o.c.ks the first time they met, Smyrna wondered at the sudden effusion of affection that now kept them trotting back and forth on almost daily visits to each other.
Batson Reeves, second selectman of Smyrna, understood better than most of the others. It was on him as a common anvil that the two of them had pounded their mutual spite cool. Hiram, suddenly reappearing with a plug hat and a pet elephant, after twenty years of wandering, had won promptly the hand of Widow Snell, _nee_ Amanda Purkis, whose self and whose acres Widower Reeves was just ready to annex. And Hiram had thereby partially satisfied the old boyhood grudge planted deep in his stormy temper when Batson Reeves had broken up the early attachment between Hiram Look and Amanda Purkis.
As for First Selectman Sproul, hot in his fight with Reeves for official supremacy, his league with Hiram, after an initial combat to try spurs, was instant and cordial as soon as he had understood a few things about the showman"s character and purpose.
"Birds of a feather!" gritted Reeves, in his confidences with his intimates. "An" old turkle-back of a sea-capt"in runnin" things in this town "fore he"s been here two years, jest "cause he"s got cheek enough and thutty thousand dollars--and now comes that old gas-bag with a plug hat on it, braggin" of his own thutty thousand dollars, and they hitch up! Gawd help Smyrna, that"s all I say!"
And yet, had all the spiteful eyes in Smyrna peered around the corner of the barn on that serene June forenoon, they must have softened just a bit at sight of the placid peace of it all.
The big doors were rolled back, and "Imogene," the ancient elephant whose fond attachment to Hiram had preserved her from the auction-block, bent her wrinkled front to the soothing sunshine and "weaved" contentedly on her slouchy legs. She was watching her master with the thorough appreciation of one who has understood and loved the "sportin" life."
Hiram was in shirt-sleeves and bareheaded, his stringy hair combed over his bald spot. His long-tailed coat and plug hat hung from a wooden peg on the side of the barn. In front of him was a loose square of burlap, pegged to the ground at one edge, its opposite edge nailed to the barn, and sloping at an angle of forty-five degrees.
As Cap"n Sproul rounded the corner Hiram had just tossed a rooster in the air over the burlap. The bird came down flapping its wings; its legs stuck out stiffly. When it struck the rude net it bounded high, and came down again, and continued its grotesque hornpipe until it finally lost its spring.
"I"m only givin" P.T. Barnum his leg-exercise," said Hiram, recovering the rooster and sticking him under one arm while he shook hands with his caller. "I don"t expect to ever match him again in this G.o.d-forsaken country, but there"s some comfort in keepin" him in trainin". Pinch them thighs, Cap"n! Ain"t they the wickin"?"
"I sh"d hate to try to eat "em," said the Cap"n, gingerly poking his stubby finger against the rooster"s leg.
"Eat "em!" snapped the showman, raking the horns of his long mustache irritably away from his mouth. "You talk like the rest of these farmers round here that never heard of a hen bein" good for anything except to lay eggs and be et for a Thanksgivin" dinner." He held the rooster a-straddle his arm, his broad hand on its back, and shook him under the Cap"n"s nose. "I"ve earnt more"n a thousand dollars with P.T.--and that"s a profit in the hen business that all the condition powders this side of Tophet couldn"t fetch."
"A thousand dollars!" echoed Cap"n Sproul, stuffing his pipe. He gazed at P.T. with new interest. "He must have done some fightin"
in his day."
"Fight!" cried the showman. He tossed the rooster upon the burlap once more. "Fight! Look at that leg action! That"s the best yaller-legged, high-station game-c.o.c.k that ever pecked his way out of a sh.e.l.l. I"ve taken all comers "twixt Hoorah and Hackenny, and he ain"t let me down yet. Look at them brad-awls of his!"
"Mebbe all so, but I don"t like hens, not for a minit," growled the first selectman, squinting sourly through his tobacco-smoke at the dancing fowl.
Hiram got a saucer from a shelf inside the barn and set it on the ground.
"Eat your chopped liver, P.T.," he commanded; "trainin" is over."
He relighted his stub of cigar and bent proud gaze on the bird.
"No, sir," pursued the Cap"n, "I ain"t got no use for a hen unless it"s settin", legs up, on a platter, and me with a carvin"-knife."
"Always felt that way?" inquired Hiram.
"Not so much as I have sence I"ve been tryin" to start my garden this spring. As fur back as the time I was gittin" the seed in, them hens of Widder Sidene Pike, that lives next farm to mine, began their h.e.l.lishness, with that old wart-legged ostrich of a rooster of her"n to lead "em. They"d almost peck the seeds out of my hand, and the minit I"d turn my back they was over into that patch, right foot, left foot, kick heel and toe, and swing to pardners--and you couldn"t see the sun for dirt. And at every rake that rooster lifts soil enough to fill a stevedore"s coal-bucket."
"Why don"t you shoot "em?" advised Hiram, calmly.
"Me--the first s"lectman of this town out poppin" off a widder"s hens? That would be a nice soundin" case when it got into court, wouldn"t it?"
"Get into court first and sue her," advised the militant Hiram.
"I donno as I"ve ever said it to you, but I"ve al"ays said it to close friends," stated the Cap"n, earnestly, "that there are only three things on earth I"m afraid of, and them are: pneumony, bein" struck by lightnin", and havin" a land-shark git the law on me. There ain"t us"ly no help for ye."
He sighed and smoked reflectively. Then his face hardened.
"There"s grown to be more to it lately than the hen end. Have you heard that sence Bat Reeves got let down by she that was Widder Snell"--he nodded toward the house--"he has been sort of caught on the bounce, as ye might say, by the Widder Pike? Well, bein" her close neighbor, I know it"s so. And, furdermore, the widder"s told my wife, bein" so tickled over ketchin" him that she couldn"t hold it to herself. Now, for the last week, every time that old red-gilled dirt-walloper has led them hens into my garden, I"ve caught Bat Reeves peekin" around the corner of the widder"s house watchin" "em.
If there"s any such thing as a man bein" able to talk human language to a rooster, and put sin and Satan into him, Reeves is doin" it.
But what"s the good of my goin" and lickin" him? It"ll mean law.
That"s what he"s lookin" for--and him with that old gandershanked lawyer for a brother! See what they done to you!"
Hiram"s eyes grew hard, and he muttered irefully. For cuffing Batson Reeves off the Widow Snell"s door-step he had paid a fat fine, a.s.sessed for the benefit of the a.s.saulted, along with liberal costs allowed to Squire Alcander Reeves.
"They can"t get any of my money that way," pursued the Cap"n. "I"d pay suthin" for the privilege of drawin" and quarterin" him, but a plain lickin" ain"t much object. A lickin" does him good."
"And it"s so much ready money for that skunk," added the showman.
He c.o.c.ked his head to one side to avoid his cigar smoke, and stared down on P.T. pecking the last sc.r.a.ps of raw liver from the saucer.
"I understand you to say, do I," resumed Hiram, "that he is shooing them hens--or, at least, condonin" their comin" down into your garden ev"ry day?"
"I run full half a mile jest before I came acrost to see you, chasin"
"em out," said the Cap"n, gloomily, "and I"ll bet they was back in there before I got to the first bars on my way over here."
P.T., feeling the stimulus of the liver, crooked his neck and crowed spiritedly. Then he scratched the side of his head with one toe, shook himself, and squatted down contentedly in the sun.
"In the show business," said Hiram, "when I found a feller with a game that I could play better "n him, I was always willin" to play his game." He stuck up his hand with the fingers spread like a fan, and began to check items. "A gun won"t do, because it"s a widder"s hens; a fight won"t do, because it"s Bat Reeves; law won"t do, because he"s got old heron-legged Alcander right in his family. Now this thing is gittin" onto your sperits, and I can see it!"
"It is heiferin" me bad," admitted the Cap"n. "It ain"t so much the hens--though Gawd knows I hate a hen bad enough--but it"s Bat Reeves standin" up there grinnin" and watchin" me play tag-you"re-it with Old Scuff-and-kick and them female friends of his. For a man that"s dreamed of garden-truck jest as he wants it, and never had veg"tables enough in twenty years of sloshin" round the world on shipboard, it"s about the most cussed, aggravatin" thing I ever got against. And there I am! Swear and chase--and northin" comin" of it!"
Hiram clenched his cigar more firmly in his teeth, leaned over carefully, and picked up the rec.u.mbent P.T.
He tucked the rooster under his arm and started off.