"Watkins is close to Boggs when he cuts loose this yere defiance; an" it simply scares Boggs cold! He"s afraid he"ll get picked off along with Watkins. Boggs, in his frenzy, pulls his six-shooter, an"
goes to dictatin" with it towards Watkins.
""Pull your freight," roars Boggs; "don"t you stay near me none.
Get, or I"ll give you every load in the gun."
"This Watkins person spurs his cayouse away; at the same time he"s laughin" at Boggs, deemin" his terrors that a-way as reedic"lous. As he does, a streak of white fire comes down, straight as a blazin"
arrer, an" with it sech a whirl of thunder, which I thought the earth had split! An" it sh.o.r.ely runs the devil"s brand on Watkins.
"When we recovers, thar he lies; dead--an" his pony dead with him.
An" he must have got the limit; for, son, the very rowels of his spurs is melted. Right in the middle of his leather hat-band, where it covers his fore"ead, thar"s burned a hole about the size of a 44- calibre bullet; that"s where the bolt goes in. I remembers, as we gathers "round, how Boggs picks up the hat. It"s stopped rainin" of a sudden, an" the stars is showin" two or three, where the clouds is partin" away. Boggs stands thar lookin" first at the sky, an" then at the hat where the hole is. Then he shakes his head. "She"s a long shot, but a center one," says Boggs."
CHAPTER XVI.
Colonel Sterett"s War Record.
It had been dark and overcast as to skies; the weather, however, was found serene and balmy enough. As I climbed the steps after my afternoon canter, I encountered the Old Cattleman. He was re- locating one of the big veranda chairs more to his comfort, and the better to enjoy his tobacco. He gave me a glance as I came up.
"Them"s mighty puny spurs," he observed with an eye of half commiseration, half disdain; "them"s sh.o.r.e reedic"lous. Which they"d destroy your standin" with a cow pony, utter. He"d fill up with contempt for you like a water-hole in April. Sh.o.r.e! it"s the rowels; they oughter be about the size an" shape of a mornin" star, them rowels had. Then a gent might hope for action. An" whyever don"t you-all wear leather chapps that a-way, instead of them jimcrow boots an" trousers? They"re plumb amoosin", them garments be. No, I onderstands; you don"t go chargin" about in the bresh an" don"t need chapps, but still you oughter don "em for the looks. Thar"s a wrong an" a right way to do; an" chapps is right. Thar"s Johnny Cook of the Turkey Track; he"s like you; he contemns chapps. Johnny charges into a wire fence one midnight, sort o" sidles into said boundary full surge; after that Johnny wears chapps all right. Does it hurt him? Son, them wires t"ars enough hide off Johnny, from some"ers about the hock, to make a saddle cover, an" he loses blood sufficient to paint a house. He comes mighty near goin" shy a laig on the deal. It"s a lesson on c"rrect costumes that Johnny don"t soon forget.
"No, I never rides a hoss none now. These yere Eastern saddles ain"t the right model. Which they"s a heap too low in the cantle an" too low in the horn. An" them stirrup leathers is too short, an" two inches too far for"ard. I never does grade over-high for ridin" a hoss, even at my best. No, I don"t get pitched off more"n is comin"
to me; still, I ain"t p"inted out to tenderfeet as no "Centaur" as Doc Peets calls"em. I gets along without buckin" straps, an" my friends don"t have to tie no roll of blankets across my saddle-horn, an" that"s about the best I can report.
"Texas Thompson most likely is the chief equestr"an of Wolfville.
One time Texas makes a wager of a gallon of licker with Jack Moore, an" son! yere"s what Texas does. I sees him with these eyes. Texas takes his rope an" ties down a bronco; one the record whereof is that he"s that toomultuous no one can ride him. Most gents would have ducked at the name of this yere steed, the same bein"
"Dynamite." But Texas makes the bet I mentions, an" lays for this onrooly cayouse with all the confidence of virgin gold that a-way.
"Texas ropes an" ties him down an" cinches the saddle onto him while he"s layin" thar; Tutt kneelin" on his locoed head doorin" the ceremony. Then Tutt throws him loose; an" when he gets up he nacherally rises with Texas Thompson on his back.
"First, that bronco stands in a daze, an" Texas takes advantage of his trance to lay two silver dollars on the saddle, one onder each of his laigs. An" final, you should sh.o.r.ely have beheld that bronco put his nose between his laigs an" arch himse"f an" buck! Reg"lar worm-fence buckin" it is; an" when he ain"t hittin" the ground, he"s sh.o.r.e abundant in that atmosphere a lot.
"In the midst of these yere flights, which the same is enough to stim"late the imagination of a Apache, Texas, as ca"m an" onmoved as the Spanish Peaks, rolls an" lights a cigarette. Then he picks up the bridle an" gives that roysterin" bronco jest enough of the Mexican bit to fill his mouth with blood an" his mind with doubts, an" stops him. When Texas swings to the ground, them two silver dollars comes jinglin" along; which he holds "em to the saddle that a-way throughout them exercises. It"s them dollars an" the cigarette that raises the licker issue between Jack an" Texas; an" of course, Texas quits winner for the nose-paint."
I had settled by this time into a chair convenient to my reminiscent companion, and relishing the restful ease after a twenty-mile run, decided to prolong the talk. Feeling for subjects, I became tentatively curious concerning politics.
"Cow people," said my friend, "never saveys pol"tics. I wouldn"t give a Mexican sheep--which is the thing of lowest valyoo I knows of except Mexicans themse"fs--or the views of any cow-puncher on them questions of state. You can gamble an" make the roof the limit, them opinions, when you-all once gets "em rounded up, would be sh.o.r.e loodicrous, not to say footile.
"Now, we-all wolves of Wolfville used to let Colonel Sterett do our polit"cal yelpin" for us; sort o" took his word for p"sition an"
stood pat tharon. It"s in the Red Light the very evenin" when Texas subdoos that bronco, an" lets the whey outen Jack Moore to the extent of said jug of Valley Tan, that Colonel Sterett goes off at a round road-gait on this yere very topic of pol"tics, an" winds up by tellin" us of his att.i.tood, personal, doorin" the civil war, an" the debt he owes some Gen"ral named Wheeler for savin" of his life.
""Pol"tics," remarks Colonel Sterett on that o"casion, re-fillin"
his gla.s.s for the severaleth time, "jest nacherally oozes from a editor, as you-all who reads reg"larly the Coyote b"ars witness; he"s saturated with pol"tics same as Huggins is with whiskey. As for myse"f, aside from my vocations of them tripods, pol"tics is inborn in me. I gets "em from my grandfather, as tall a sport an" as high- rollin" a statesman as ever packs a bowie or wins the beef at a shootin" match in old Kaintucky. Yes, sir," says the Colonel, an thar"s a pensive look in his eyes like he"s countin" up that ancestor"s merits in his mem"ry; "pol"tics with me that-away is sh.o.r.e congenital."
""Congenital!" says Dan Boggs, an" his tones is a heap satisfact"ry; "an" thar"s a word that"s good enough for a dog. I reckons I"ll tie it down an" brand it into my bunch right yere."
""My grandfather," goes on the Colonel, "is a Jackson man; from the top of the deck plumb down to the hock kyard, he"s nothin" but Jackson. This yere att.i.tood of my grandsire, an" him camped in the swarmin" midst of a Henry Clay country, is frootful of adventures an" calls for plenty nerve. But the old Spartan goes through.
""Often as a child, that old gent has done took me on his knee an"
told me how he meets up first with Gen"ral Jackson. He"s goin" down the river in one of them little old steamboats of that day, an" the boat is sh.o.r.e crowded. My grandfather has to sleep on the floor, as any more in the bunks would mean a struggle for life an" death.
Thar"s plenty of bunkless gents, however, besides him, an" as he sinks into them sound an" dreamless slumbers which is the her"tage of folks whose consciences run trop, he hears "em drinkin" an"
talkin" an" barterin" mendacity, an" argyfyin" pol"tics on all sides.
""My grandfather sleeps on for hours, an" is only aroused from them torpors, final, by some sport chunkin" him a thump in the back. The old lion is sleepin" on his face, that a-way, an" when he gets mauled like I relates, he wakes up an" goes to struggle to his feet.
"""Bars an" buffaloes!" says my grandfather; "whatever"s that?"
"""Lay still, stranger," says the party who smites him; "I"ve only got two to go."
""That"s what it is. It"s a couple of gents playin" seven-up; an"
bein" crowded, they yootilizes my grandfather for a table. This sport is swingin" the ace for the opp"site party"s jack, an" he boards his kyard with that enthoosiasm it comes mighty clost to dislocatin" my old gent"s shoulder. But he"s the last Kaintuckian to go interfcrin" with the reecreations of others, so he lays thar still an" p.r.o.ne till the hand"s played out.
"""High, jack, game!" says the stranger, countin" up; "that puts me out an" one over for lannyap."
""This yere seven-up gent turns out to be Gen"ral Jackson, an" him an" my grandfather camps down in a corner, drinks up the quart of Cincinnati Rectified which is the stakes, an" becomes mootually acquainted. An", gents, I says it with pride, the hero of the Hoss- shoe, an" the walloper of them English at New Orleans takes to my grandfather like a honeysuckle to a front porch.
""My grandfather comes plenty near forfeitin" then good opinions of the Gen"ral, though. It"s the next day, an" that ancestor of mine an" the Gen"ral is recoverin" themse"fs from the conversation of the night before with a gla.s.s or two of tanzy bitters, when a lady, who descends on the boat at Madison, comes bulgin" into the gents"
cabin. The captain an" two or three of the boat"s folks tries to herd her into the women"s cabin; but she withers "em with a look, breshes "em aside, an" stampedes along in among the men-people like I explains. About forty of "em"s smokin"; an" as tobacco is a fav"rite weakness of the tribe of Sterett, my grandfather is smokin"
too.
"""I wants you-all to make these yere miscreants stop smokin"," says the lady to the captain, who follows along thinkin" mebby he gets her headed right after she"s had her run out an" tires down some.
"You"re the captain of this tub," says the lady, "an" I demands my rights. Make these barb"rous miscreants stop smokin", or I leaves the boat ag"in right yere."
""The lady"s plumb fierce, an" her face, which is stern an" heroic, carries a capac"ty for trouble lurkin" "round in it, same as one of them bald hornet"s nests on a beech limb. Nacherally my grandfather"s gaze gets riveted on this lady a whole lot, his pipe hangin" forgetful from his lips. The lady"s eyes all at once comes down on my grandfather, partic"lar an" personal, like a milk-crock from a high shelf.
"""An" I means you speshul," says the lady, p"intin" the finger of scorn at my grandfather. "The idee of you standin" thar smokin" in my very face, an" me a totterin" invalid. It sh.o.r.ely shows you ain"t nothin" but a brute. If I was your wife I"d give you p"isen."
"""Which if you was my wife, I"d sh.o.r.e take it," says my grandfather; for them epithets spurs him on the raw, an" he forgets he"s a gent, that a-way, an" lets fly this yere retort before he can give himse"f the curb.
""The moment my grandfather makes them observations, the lady catches her face--which as I tells you is a cross between a gridiron an" a steel trap--with both her hands, shakes her ha"r down her back, an" cuts loose a scream which, like a b"ar in a hawg-pen, carries all before it. Then she falls into the captain"s arms an"
orders him to pack her out on deck where she can faint.
"""Whatever be you-all insultin" this yere lady for?" says a pa.s.senger, turnin" on my grandfather like a crate of wildcats.
"Which I"m the Roarin" Wolverine of Smoky Bottoms, an" I waits for a reply."
""My grandfather is standin" thar some confoosed an" wrought up, an"
as warm as a wolf, thinkin" how ornery he"s been by gettin" acrid with that lady. The way he feels, this yere Roarin" Wolverine party comes for"ard as a boon. The old gent simply falls upon him, jaw an"
claw, an" goes to smashin" furniture an" fixin"s with him.
""The Roarin" Wolverine allows after, when him an" my grandfather drinks a toddy an" compares notes, while a jack-laig doctor who"s aboard sews the Roarin" Wolverine"s y"ear back on, that he thinks at the time it"s the boat blowin" up.
"""She"s sh.o.r.e the vividest skrimmage I ever partic"pates in," says the Roarin" Wolverine; "an" the busiest. I wouldn"t have missed it for a small clay farm."
""But Gen"ral Jackson when he comes back from offerin" condolences to the lady, looks dignified an" shakes his head a heap grave.
"""Them contoomelious remarks to the lady," he says to my grandfather, "lowers you in my esteem a lot. An" while the way you breaks up that settee with the Roarin" Wolverine goes some towards reestablishin" you, still I shall not look on you as the gent I takes you for, ontil you seeks this yere injured female an"
crawfishes on that p"isen-takin" bluff."