""Well, whatever be you thirstin" for, anyhow?" says Enright. "You comes ridin" in yere like you ain"t got no regards for nothin". Is this a friendly call, or be you present on a theery that you runs the town?"
""I"m the Red Dog committee on invitations," he says. "Red Dog sends its comps, an" asks Wolfville to bury the hatchet for one day in honor of to-morrow bein" Thanksgivin", an" come feed with us."
""Let"s go him," says Dan Boggs.
""Now stand your hand a second," says Enright, "don"t let"s overlook no bets. Whatever has you Red Dog hold-ups got to eat, anyhow?"
""Ain"t got nothin" to eat much--maybe some can stuff--what you-alls calls air-tights," says the Red Dog man. "But we has liquid, no limit."
""Got any can tomatters?" says Boggs.
""Can tomatters we-alls is "speshul strong on," says the Red Dog man. "It"s where we-alls lives at; can tomatters is."
""I tells you what you-all do," says Enright, "an" when I speaks, I represents for this yere camp."
""Which he sh.o.r.e does," says Jack. "He"s the Big Gray Wolf yere, you can gamble. If he don"t say "go slow" when you comes a-yellin" up, your remains would a-been coverin" half an acre right now. It would look like it"s beef-day at this yere agency, sh.o.r.e."
""You-all go back to Red Dog," says Enright, payin" no notice to Jack"s interruptions, "an" tell "em we plants the war-axe for one day, an" to come over an" smoke ponies with us, instead of we-alls come thar. We"re goin" to have baked beans an" salt hoss, an" we looks for Red Dog in a body. Next Thanksgivin" we eats in Red Dog.
Does this yere go?"
""It goes," says the Red Dog gent; "but be you-alls sh.o.r.e thar"s s"fficient whiskey in your camp? Red Dog folks is a dry an" burnin"
outfit an" is due to need a heap."
""The liquid"s all right," says Boggs. "If you alls wants to do yourse"f proud, freight in a hundred-weight of them can tomatters.
Which we runs out entire."
The next day Missis Rucker sets tables all over her dinin"-room an"
brings on her beans. Eighteen Red Dog gents is thar, each totin" of a can of tomatters. An" let me impart right yere, son, we never has a more free an" peacefuller day than said Thanksgivin".
""Them beans is a little hard, ain"t they?" says Doc Peets, while we-alls is eatin", bein" p"lite an" elegant like. "Mebby they don"t get b"iled s"fficient?"
""Them beans is all right," says the War Chief of the Red Dogs.
"They be some hard, but you can"t he"p it none. It"s the alt.i.tood; the higher up you gets, the lower heat it takes to b"ile water. So it don"t mush up beans like it should."
""That"s c"rrect every time," says Enright; "I mind bein" over back of Prescott once, an" up near timber-line, an" I can"t b"ile no beans at all. I"m up that high the water is so cold when it b"iles that ice forms on it some. I b"iles an" b"iles on some beans four days, an" it don"t have no more effect than throwin" water on a drowned rat. After persistent b"ilin", I skims out a hand. ful an"
drops "em onto a tin plate to test "em, an" it sounds like buckshot.
As you says, it"s the alt.i.tood."
""Gents," says the boss of Red Dog, all of a sudden, an" standin" up by Enright, "I offers the toast: "Wolfville an" Red Dog, now an"
yereafter.""
"Of course we-alls drinks, an" Doc Peets makes a talk. He speaks mighty high of every gent present; which compliments gets big action in sech a game. The Red Dog chief--an" he"s a mighty civilized- lookin" gent--he talks back, an" calls Wolfville an" Red Dog great commercial centers, which they sore be. He says, "We-alls is friendly to-day, an" fights the rest of the year," which we-alls agrees to cordial. He says fightin". or, as he calls it, "a generous rivalry," does camps good, an" I reckons he"s right, too, "cause it sh.o.r.e results in the cashin" in of some mighty bad an" disturbin"
elements. When he sets down, thar"s thunders of applause.
"It"s by this time that the drinkin" becomes frequent an" common.
The talk gets general, an" the lies them people evolves an" saws off on each other would stampede stock.
"Any day but Thanksgivin" sech tales would sh.o.r.e lead to reecriminations an" blood; but as it is, every gent seems relaxed an" onbuckled that a-way in honor of the hour, an" it looks like lyin" is expected.
"How mendacious be them people? If I recalls them scenes c"rrectly, it"s Texas Thompson begins the campaign ag"in trooth.
"This yere Texas Thompson tells, all careless-like, how "way back in the forties, when he"s a boy, he puts in a Thanksgivin" in the Great Salt Lake valley with Old Jim Bridger. This is before the Mormons opens their little game thar.
""An" the snow falls to that extent, mebby it"s six foot deep," says Texas. "Bridger an" me makes snow-shoes an" goes slidin" an"
pesterin" "round all fine enough. But the pore animals in the valley gets a rough time.
""It"s a fact; Bridger an" me finds a drove of buffalos bogged down in the snow,--I reckons now thar"s twenty thousand of "em,--and never a buffalo can move a wheel or turn a kyard. Thar they be planted in the snow, an" only can jest wag their y"ears an" bat their eyes.
""Well, to cut it brief, Bridger an" me goes projectin" "round an"
cuts the throats of them twenty-thousand buffalo; which we-alls is out for them robes a whole lot. Of course we don"t skin "em none while they"s stuck in the snow; but when the snow melts in the spring, we capers forth an" peels off the hides like shuckin" peas.
They"s froze stiff at the time, for the sun ain"t got "round to thaw the beef none yet; an" so the meat"s as good as the day we downs "em.
""An" that brings us to the cur"ous part. As fast as we-alls peels a buffalo, we rolls his carca.s.s down hill into Salt Lake, an" what do you-alls reckons takes place? The water"s that briny, it pickles said buffalo-meat plumb through, an" every year after, when Bridger an" me is back thar--we"re trappin" an" huntin" them times,--all we has to do is haul one of them twenty thousand pickled buffalos ash.o.r.e an" eat him.
""When the Mormons comes wanderin" along, bein" short on grub that a-way, they nacherally jumps in an" consooms up the whole outfit in one season, which is why you-alls don"t find pickled buffalo in Salt Lake no more.
""Bridger an" me starts in, when we learns about it, to fuss with them polygamists that a-way for gettin" away with our salt buffalos.
But they"s too noomerous for us, an" we done quits "em at last an"
lets it go."
"n.o.body says much when Texas Thompson is through. We merely sets "round an" drinks. But I sees the Red Dog folks feels mortified.
After a minute they calls on their leadin" prevaricator for a yarn.
His name"s Lyin" Jim Riley, which the people who baptizes him sh.o.r.ely tumbles to his talents.
"This yere Lyin" Jim fills a tin cup with nose-paint, an" leans back listless-like an" looks at Enright.
""I never tells you-alls," he says, "about how the Ratons gets afire mighty pecooliar, an" comes near a-roastin" of me up some, do I?
It"s this a-way: I"m pervadin" "round one afternoon tryin" to compa.s.s a wild turkey, which thar"s bands of "em that Fall in the Ratons a-eatin" of the pinyon-nuts. I"ve got a Sharp"s with me, which the same, as you-alls knows, is a single-shot, but I don"t see no turks, none whatever. Now an" then I hears some little old gobbler, "cross a canyon, a-makin" of sland"rous remarks about other gobblers to some hen he"s deloodin", but I never manages a shot. As I"m comin" back to camp--I"m strollin" down a draw at the time where thar"s no trees nor nothin"--thar emanates a black-tail buck from over among the bushes on the hill, an" starts to headin" my way a whole lot. His horns is jest gettin" over bein" velvet, an" he"s feelin" plenty good an" sa.s.sy. I sees that buck--his horns eetches is what makes him--jump eighteen feet into the air an" comb them antlers of his"n through the hangin" pine limbs. Does it to stop the eetchin" an" rub the velvet off. Of course I cuts down on him with the Sharp"s. It"s a new gun that a-way, an" the sights is too coa.r.s.e--you drags a dog through the hind sights easy--an" I holds high. The bullet goes plumb through the base of his horn, close into the ha"r, an" all nacheral fetches him sprawlin". I ain"t waitin" to load my gun none, which not waitin" to load, I"m yere to mention, is erroneous. I"m yere to say thar oughter be an act of Congress ag"in not loadin" your gun. They oughter teach it to the yearlin"s in the schools, an" likewise in the cla.s.s on the Sabbath. Allers load your gun. Who is that sharp, Mister Peets, who says, "Be sh.o.r.e you"re right, then go ahead"? He once ranches some"ers down on the Glorieta. But what he oughter say is: "Be sh.o.r.e your gun"s loaded, then go ahead.""
""That"s whatever!" says Dan Boggs, he"pin" himse"f an" startin" the bottle; "an" if he has a lick of sense, that"s what he would say."
""Which I lays down my empty gun," goes on this Lyin" Jim, " an"
starts for my buck to bootcher his neck a lot. When I gets within ten feet he springs to his hoofs an" stands glarin". You can gamble, I ain"t tamperin" "round no wounded buck. I"d sooner go pesterin"
"round a widow woman."
""I gets mingled up with a wounded buck once," says Dave Tutt, takin" a dab of paint, "an" I nacherally wrastles him down an" lops one of his front laigs over his antlers, an" thar I has him; no more harm left in him than a chamber-maid. Mine"s a white-tailed deer over on the Careese."
""This yere"s a black-tail, which is different; says Lyin" Jim; "it"s exactly them front laigs you talks of so lightly I"m "fraid of.
""The buck he stands thar sorter dazed an" battin" of his eyes. I ain"t no time to go back for my Sharp"s, an" my six-shooter is left in camp. Right near is a high rock with a steep face about fifteen feet straight up an" down. I scrambles on to this an" breathes ag"in, "cause I knows no deer is ever compiled yet who makes the trip. The buck"s come to complete by now, an" when he observes me on the rock, his rage is as boundless as the glory of Texas."
""Gents, we-alls takes another cow-swaller, right yere," shouts Texas Thompson. "It"s a rool with me to drink every time I hears the sacred name of Texas."
"When we-alls conceals our forty drops in the usual place, Lyin" Jim proceeds:
""When this buck notes me, he"s that frenzied he backs off an" jumps ag"in the face of the rock stiff-laiged, an" strikes it with them hoofs of him. Which he does this noomerous times, an" every hoof cuts like a cold-chisel. It makes the sparks go spittin" an" flyin"
like it"s a blacksmith-shop.
""I"m takin" it ca"m enough, only I"m wonderin" how I"m goin" to fetch loose, when I notices them sparks from his hoofs sets the pine twigs an" needles a-blazin" down by the base of the rock.