""Wal," says he, "how in tunket am I a-goin" ter git anything like that--thirty miles off"n the road, an" nary way o" freightin" it up or down the canon to this camp?"
""Couldn"t yeh have it brung up to Skyland by the stage road," asts she, "an" then have it rafted down the flume? Jest a little one?" she asts very earnest-like.
""Gee whittaker!" says he, laughin" all over. "You"ll be a-wantin" "em to send yeh down a parlor-keer nex"."
"Then she gits hot in the collar an" cries an" takes on, an" Jud, who was a-hangin" aroun", has to walk her up to the Riffles; an" he must "a"
comforted her a heap, fer she comes back alone, singin," "Nearer, my G.o.d, to Thee," like a angel.
"The" was a big spill up to the Devil"s Gate,--one o" them places back there where the flume hangs onto the side o" the cliff, about half a mile above the bottom o" the gulch,--an" Jud Brusie an" all hands has to work there three days an" nights ter git things straightened out. Jud worked so derned hard, up all night an" hangin" on ter the ropes he was let up an" down by till yeh"d think he was ready to drop, that the soop"rintendent said he"d make Jud flume boss when he got back from Noo York, where he was a-goin" fer a few months. The soop"rintendent--that"s Mr. Sneath--went over the hull flume with Jud a little while before he lit out for the East, p"intin" things out ter him that he wanted did when he got back. I was down here flume-herdin" at Five when him an" Jud come along in a dude-lookin" flume-boat, rigged out in great style. I stopped "em back there a ways with my picaroon, when they sung out, an"
they walked down here on the side planks. Jest as they got near the camp the soop"rintendent he stopped like he"d struck a rotten plank an"
stared at the house.
""Who"s that singin"?" says he.
""Miss. Hemenway," says Jud, proud-like.
""She"s got an awful sweet voice," says the ol" man. "It oughter be trained. She ought to go to a hot-house"--or something like that.
"Conservatory?" Yes, that"s it.
""She"s mighty anxious to l"arn," says Jud. "She wants a pianner awful bad."
""Does she?" says the soop"rintendent. "She oughter have one."
"When he come along to the house he says to Jess, who stuck her head outer the door an" looked kinder skeer"d-like, says he, "I wish yeh"d sing a few songs fer me."
"Wal, yeh could see wal enough that Jess"s knees was a-knockin"
together, but she tunes up her mandy-linn, scratches at the strings with a little chip, an" gits started all right on "Rock o" Ages," an" gits to goin" along kinder quavery-like fer a while, an" then she busts right inter, "He"r dem Bells," so strong an" high an" wild that it takes the ol" man right out o" his boots.
"He claps his hands an" yells, "Hooray! Give us another!"
"Then she saws along on, "Gather at the River," an" chops inter, "All c.o.o.ns Looks Alike ter Me," in a way to stop the mill.
"Her paw stan"s aroun" all the while, tickled t" death an" smilin" all over.
""Wal," says the soop"rintendent, when Jess she stops ter git her wind, "yer all right, Miss. Hemenway. Yer as full o" music as a wind-harp in a tornado." Then he says to her paw on the Q. T., "If yeh was ter let that gal go ter the city an" l"arn some o" them high-toned op"ry songs, yeh wouldn"t have to be picaroonin" lumber strings much longer."
""Yes," says Hemenway, bloated up like a gobbler an" lookin" at Jess where she stan"s with her face red an" still a-puffin" for breath; "an"
she thinks she could l"arn right here if she only had a pianner."
""She"d oughter have one," says Mr. Sneath. "I wish----" he says, an"
then he breaks off like a busted log-chain. "But we couldn"t git it down here."
""What"s that?" asts Hemenway.
""We got a pianner up to our place, an" Mrs. Sneath won"t be a-fingerin"
on it fer five months. She"s a-goin" East with me. If we could only git it down here an" back all right. If the" "s only a road from Skyland down here or from Mill Flat up, but the" ain"t, so the" "s no use talkin". Couldn"t ship it down to the Flat an" up on mule-back, or nothin", either; so I guess it can"t be did."
""Why not send it down the flume?" asts Jess, timid-like. I could see she was jest crazy about gittin" it.
""Oh, the flume is old, an" it"s rotten in places, an" such a heavy load might go through."
""Why, it holds up the grub-boat all right," says Jess "Oh, if I could only have that pianner down here! I can play a little already, an" I"d l"arn a lot. I"d practise eight hours a day."
""How about gittin" the meals?" asts Hemenway.
""Wal, I"d set up, then, an" practise all night," says she.
""I"m afeard that "u"d be pretty hard on yer paw," says Mr. Sneath, smilin". "Wal, Jud, we got ter be goin"."
"So they gits inter their dude boat, an" Jess she skips along after "em, an" jest as they"s about to ontie she yells out to the soop"rintendent:
""Cain"t I have it? Cain"t I have it? Cain"t yeh send it down the flume?
Please say yeh will. I"ll take the best kind o" keer of it. It sha"n"t git a single scratch."
"Mr. Sneath he looks at her a minute kinder tender-like, an" I knowed them big eyes o" hern was a-doin" their work. Them big soft baby eyes would "a" drawed sap outer a dead log.
""Wal," says he, "we"ll see. If Mrs. Sneath"s willin" I guess it"ll be all right."
""Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she yells as the boat flies down the flume.
"I seed Jud blow a kiss to her, an" I knowed she was happy as a bird.
She was a-singin" aroun" the shanty all day, an" at supper she done nothin" but talk, talk, talk about that there pianner.
""Don"t be so awful gay, Miss. Hemenway," says I, for I was afeard she might be disapp"inted. "Yeh ain"t got it yet. Yeh know, Mr. Sneath"s a"
awful busy man, an" he may fergit it."
""Oh, he won"t fergit! Jud"ll poke him up on it," says she. "An" I think I"ll have it put right over there in that corner. No, that"s on the flume side, an" it might draw dampness there. Over there by the winder"s the place, an" plenty o" light, too. Wonder if they"ll think to send down a stool."
"I had to skin up to Skyland nex" day. Jud says the soop"rintendent has to light out quicker"n he"d thought, but he didn"t fergit about the pianner. Mis" Sneath was as easy as greased skids, but Mr. Sneath he didn"t know exactly. He sends the pianner over to the warehouse there "longside the flume an" has the men slap together a stout boat to run her down in; but at the las" minute he backs out. He was a-lookin" at the pianner standin" there in the warehouse, an" he says to Jud, says he:
""That there pianner has be"n in our family ever sence we was married.
Marthy allus sot a heap o" store by that pianner. It was my first present to her, an" I know she thinks a hull lot of it, even if she don"t seem ter keer. Trouble is, she don"t know what sendin" it down the flume means. Yeh see, it ain"t like a long string o" lumber--weight"s all in one place, an" she might break through. This flume ain"t what it was thirteen years ago, yeh know."
"Jud he argies with him, "cos he knows Jess"s heart"ll be broke if she don"t git the pianner; an" after a while he thinks he"s got it all fixed; but jest afore Sneath an" his wife takes the stage he telaphones down to the warehouse to let the pianner stay there till he comes back.
Then he goes away, an" Jud is as down in the mouth as if he"d run his fist ag"in" a band-saw. He mopes aroun" all day, an" he"s afeard to tell Jess; but as I was a-goin" back to Five that night, he tells me to break it to her gentle-like an" say he"d done his best. Which I did.
Wal, that gal jest howls when I tells her, an" sobs an" sobs an" takes on like a baby coyote with the croup. But her dad he quiets her at last.
"Jud he hardly dasts to show up on Sunday, but when he does, she won"t look at him fer quite a while. Then some o" that strawbary-blonde in her comes out in some o" the dernedest scoldin" yeh ever heer"d.
""It"s too bad, Jessie," says he, "but it ain"t my fault. I done my best. He backed out at the las" minute; he backed out, an" I couldn"t do no more than if a tree dropped on me. He backed out."
"After a while he takes her off up the flume a piece, an" they stays there a long time, but she don"t seem satisfied much when she comes back. There is h.e.l.l a-poppin" there for about three days over that there pianner, an" the ol" man he gits so sick of it he gives her warnin"
he"ll light out if she don"t quit. Wal, she quiets down some after that, but she makes Jud as mis"able as a treed c.o.o.n fer over a week. She keeps a-tryin" an" a-tryin" to git him to send the pianner down anyway. She tells him she"ll send it back afore the Sneaths gits home.
""He told me I could have it; he promised me," says she, "he promised me, an" I"ll never marry you unless you send it down. You can do it; you"re goin" to be boss, an" you know it will be all right. I"ll see that they ain"t a scratch on it; an" you can put it in the warehouse, an" they"ll never know it"s be"n away."
"An" so she keeps a-teasin" an" a-teasin", till finally Jud he gits desperate.
""Oram," says he to me one day, "Oram, you"re an ol" flume man. What do you think o" runnin" that pianner down to Five?"