Wolfville Days.
by Alfred Henry Lewis.
CHAPTER I.
The Great Wolfville Strike.
"No, sir, even onder spur an" quirt, my mem"ry can only canter back to one uprisin" of labor in Wolfville; that was printers."
At this the Old Cattleman looked unduly sagacious, refreshed himself with a puff or two at his pipe, and all with the air of one who might, did he see fit, consider the grave questions of capital and labor with an ability equal to their solution. His remark was growth of the strike story of some mill workmen, told glaringly in the newspaper he held in his hands.
"Wolfville is not at that time," he continued, "what you-all East would call a swirlin" vortex of trade; still she has her marts.
Thar"s the copper mines, the Bird Cafe Op"ry House, the Red Light, the O. K. Restauraw, the Dance Hall, the New York Store an" sim"lar hives of commerce. Which ondoubted the barkeeps is the hardest worked folks in camp, an" yet none of "em ever goes on the warpath for shorter hours or longer pay, so far as I has notice. Barkeeps that a-way is a light-hearted band an" cheerful onder their burdens.
Once when Old Monte brings the stage in late because of some boggin"
down he does over at a quicksand ford in the foothills, a shorthorn who arrives with him as a pa.s.senger comes edgin" into the Red Light.
Bein" it"s four o"clock in the mornin", the tenderfoot seems amazed at sech activities as faro-bank, an" high-ball, said devices bein"
in full career; to say nothin" of the Dance Hall, which "Temple of Mirth," as Hamilton who is proprietor tharof names it, is whoopin"
it up across the street.
""Ain"t you open rather late?" says the shorthorn. His tones is apol"getic an" no offence is took.
"That"s one of them gratefyin" things about the Southwest. That temperate region don"t go pirootin" "round strivin" to run its brand onto things as insults where none ain"t meant. The Southwest ropes only at the intention. You may even go so far as to shoot the wrong gent in a darkened way, an" as long as you pulls off the play in a sperit of honesty, an" the party plugged don"t happen to be a pop"lar idol, about the worst you"d get would be a caution from the Stranglers to be more acc"rate in your feuds, sech is the fairmindedness an" toleration of Southwest sentiment.
"As I su"gests, the barkeep, realizin" that the stranger"s bluff arises from cur"osity rather than any notion of what booksports calls "captious criticism," feels no ombrage.
""What was you-all pleased to remark?" retorts the barkeep as he slams his nose-paint where the shorthorn can get action.
""Nothin"," replies the shorthorn, imbibin" of his forty drops, "only it sort o" looks to my onaccustomed eye like this deadfall is open rather late."
""Which she is some late," admits the barkeep, as he softly swabs the counter; "which it is some late for night before last, but it"s jest the shank of the evenin" for to-night."
"But, as I observes a bit back on the trail, I never do hear of any murmur of resentment on the part of the toilin" ma.s.ses of the town, save in the one instance when that bunch of locoed printers capers out an" defies the editor an" publisher of the Wolfville COYOTE, the same bein" the daily paper of the outfit.
"This yere imprint, the COYOTE, is done owned an" run by Colonel William Greene Sterett. An" I"ll pause right yere for the double purpose of takin" a drink an" sympathisin" with you a whole lot in not knowin" the Colonel. You nacherally ain"t as acootely aware of the fact as I be, but you can gamble a bloo stack that not knowin"
Colonel Sterett borders on a deeprivation. He is sh.o.r.e wise, the Colonel is, an" when it comes to bein" fully informed on every p"int, from the valyoo of queensup before the draw to the political effect of the Declaration of Independence, he"s an even break with Doc Peets. An" as I"ve a.s.serted frequent--an" I don"t pinch down a chip--Doc Peet"s is the finest eddicated sharp in Arizona.
"We-all will pa.s.s up the tale at this crisis, but I"ll tell you later about how Colonel Sterett comes a-weavin" into Wolfville that time an" founds the Coyote. It"s enough now to know that when these yere printers takes to ghost-dancin" that time, the Colonel has been in our midst crowdin" hard on the hocks of a year, an" is held in high regyard by Old Alan Enright, Doc Peets, Jack Moore, Boggs, Tutt, Cherokee Hall, Faro Nell, and other molders of local opinion, an" sort o" trails in next after Enright an" Peets in public esteem.
The Colonel is sh.o.r.e listened to an" heeded at sech epocks as Wolfville sets down serious to think.
"Them printers of the Colonel"s stampedes themse"fs jest followin"
the latter"s misonderstandin" with Huggins, who conducts the Bird Cage Op"ry House, an" who as I"ve allers maintained, incites them mechanics, private, to rebellion, as a scheme of revenge on the Colonel. The trouble which bears its final froote in this labor uprisin" is like this. Huggins, as noted, holds down the Bird Cage Op"ry House as manager, an" when lie"s drunk--which, seein" that Huggins is a bigger sot than Old Monte, is right along he allows he"s a "Impressario." Mebby you saveys "Impressario," an"
experiences no difficulty with the same as a term, but Boggs an"
Tutt goes to the fringe of a gun play dispootin" about its meanin"
the time Huggins plays it on the camp first as deescriptif of his game.
""A Impressario is a fiddler," says Boggs; "I cuts the trail of one in the States once, ropes him up, an" we has a sh.o.r.e enough time."
""Sech observations," observes Tutt, to whom Boggs vouchsafes this information, "sech observations make me tired. They displays the onlimited ability for ignorance of the hooman mind. Boggs, I don"t want to be deemed insultin", but you-all oughter go to night-school some"ers ontil you learns the roodiments of the American language."
"When this yore colloquy ensooes, I"m away on the spring round-up, an" tharfor not present tharat; but as good a jedge as Jack Moore, insists that the remainder of the conversation would have come off in the smoke if he hadn"t, in his capacity of marshal, pulled his six-shooter an" invoked Boggs an" Tutt to a ca"mer mood.
"But speakin" of this Huggins party, I never likes him. Aside from his bein" mostly drunk, which, no matter what some may say or think, I holds impairs a gent"s valyoo as a social factor, Huggins is avaricious an" dotes on money to the p"int of bein" sordid. He"d gloat over a dollar like it was a charlotte roose, Huggins would.
So, as I says, I ain"t fond of Huggins, an" takes no more pleasure of his company than if he"s a wet dog. Still, thar"s sech a thing as dooty; so, when Huggins comes wanderin" wild-eyed into the Red Light about first drink time one evenin", an" confides to me in a whisper that thar"s a jack rabbit outside which has sworn to take his life, an" is right then bushwhackin" about the door waitin" to execoote the threat, I calls Doc Peets, an" aids in tyin" Huggins down so that his visions can be met an" coped with medical.
"Peets rides herd on Huggins for about a week, an" at last effects his rescoo from that hostile jack rabbit an" them crimson rattlesnakes an" blue-winged bats that has j"ined dogs with it in its attempts ag"in Huggins. Later, when Peets sends his charges, this yere ingrate Huggins--lovin" money as I states--wants to squar"
it with a quart or two of whiskey checks on the Bird Cage bar.
Nacherally, Peets waves aside sech ign.o.ble proffers as insults to his professional standin".
""An" you all don"t owe me a splinter, Huggins," says Peets, as he turns down the prop"sition to take whiskey checks as his reward.
"We"ll jest call them services of mine in subdooin" your delirium treemors a contreebution. It should sh.o.r.ely be remooneration enough to know that I"ve preserved you to the Wolfville public, an" that the camp can still boast the possession of the meanest sport an"
profoundest drunkard outside of the Texas Panhandle."
"Bar none, Doc Peets is the bitterest gent, verbal, that ever makes a moccasin track in the South-west. An" while Huggins ain"t pleased none, them strictures has to go. To take to pawin" "round for turmoil with Peets would be encroachin" onto the ediotic. Even if he emerges alive from sech controversies--an" it"s four to one he wouldn"t; for Peets, who"s allers framed up with a brace of derringers, is about as vivid an enterprise as Wolfville affords-- the Stranglers would convene with Old Man Enright in the cha"r, an"
Huggins wouldn"t last as long as a drink of whiskey. As it is, Huggins gulps his feelin"s an" offers nothin" in return to Peets"s remarks.
"No; of course Doc Peets ain"t that diffusive in his confidences as to go surgin" about tellin" this story to every gent he meets. It"s ag"in roole for physicians that a-way to go draggin" their lariats "round permiscus an" impartin" all they knows. You-all can see yourse"f that if physicians is that ingenuous, it would prodooce all sorts of troubles in the most onlooked-for places an" most onexpected forms. No; Peets wouldn"t give way to conduct so onbecomin" a medicine man an" a sport. But rooles has their exceptions; an so Feets, in one of them moments of sympathy an"
confidence, which two highly eddicated gents after the eighth drink is bound to feel for each other, relates to Colonel Sterett concernin" Huggins an" his perfidy with them Bird Cage checks.
"This yere onbosomin" of himse"f to the Colonel ain"t none discreet of Peets. The Colonel has many excellencies, but keepin" secrets ain"t among "em; none whatever. The Colonel is deevoid of talents for secrets, an" so the next day he prints this yere outrage onder a derisive headline touchin" Huggins" froogality.
"Huggins don"t grade over-high for nerve an" is a long way from bein" clean strain game; but he figgers, so I allers reckons, that the Colonel ain"t no thunderbolt of war himse"f, so when he reads as to him an" Peets an" them treemors an" the whiskey checks, he starts in to drink an" discuss about his honor, an" gives it out he"ll have revenge.
"It"s the barkeep at the Red Light posts Colonel Sterett as to them perils. A Mexican comes trackin" along into the Colonel"s room in the second story--what he calls his "sanctum"--with a note. It"s from the barkeep an" reads like this:
RED LIGHT SALOON.
DEAR COLONEL:--
Huggins is in here tankin" up an" makin" war medicine. He"s packin"
two guns. He says he"s going to plug you for that piece. I can keep him here an hour. Meanwhile, heel yourse"f. I"ll have him so drunk by the time he leaves that he ought to be easy.
Yours sincerely, BLACK JACK.
P. S. Better send over to the Express Company for one of them shot- guns. Buckshot, that a-way, is a cinch; an" if you"re a leetle nervous it don"t make no difference. B. J.
"About the time the 10-gauge comes over to the Colonel, with the compliments of the Wells-Fargo Express, an" twenty sh.e.l.ls holdin"
twenty-one buck-shot to the sh.e.l.l, Doc Peets himse"f comes sa"nterin" into the sanctum.
""You-all ought never to have printed it, Colonel," says Peets; "I"m plumb chagrined over that exposure of Huggins."
""Don"t you reckon, Doc," says the Colonel, sort o" coaxin" the play, "if you was to go down to the Red Light an" say to this inebriated miscreant that you makes good, it would steady him down a whole lot?"
""If I was to take sech steps as you urges, Colonel," says Peets, "it would come out how I gives away the secrets of my patients; it would hurt my p"sition. On the level! Colonel, I"d a mighty sight sooner you"d beef Huggins."
""But see yere, Doc," remonstrates the Colonel, wipin" off the water on his fore"ead, "murder is new to me, an" I shrinks from it.
Another thing--I don"t thirst to do no five or ten years at Leavenworth for downin" Huggins, an" all on account of you declinin"
whiskey chips as a honorarium for them services."