""I holds them doctrines myse"f," observes Enright; "however, I don"t descend on Polly with no prop"sitions, neither then nor final, as you-all shall hear, Dan, if you"ll only hold yourse"f down. No, I continyoos on lovin" Polly to myse"f that a-way, ontil I"m able to go pokin" about on crutches; an" then, as thar"s no more need of her ministrations, Polly lines out for old Aunt Tilly"s cabin ag"in.
""It"s at this yere juncture things happens which sort o"
complicates then dreams of mine. While I ain"t been sayin" nothin", an" has been plumb reticent as to my feelin"s, jest the same, by look or act, or mebby it"s a sigh, I tips off my hand. It ain"t no time before all the neighbors is aware of my love for Polly Hawks.
Also, this Polly has a lover who it looks like has been co"tin" her, an" bringin" her mink pelts an" wild turkeys indeescrim"nate, for months. I never do hear of this gent ontil I"m cripplin" "round on them stilts of crutches; an" then I ain"t informed of him none only after he"s informed of me.
""Thar"s a measley little limberjaw of a party whose name is Ike Sparks; this Ike is allers runnin" about tellin" things an" settin"
traps to capture trouble for other folks. Ike is a ornery anamile-- little an" furtif--mean enough to suck aigs, an" cunnin" enough to hide the sh.e.l.ls. He hates everybody, this Ike does; an" he"s as suspicious as Bill Johnson"s dog, which last is that doubtful an"
suspicious he sh.o.r.e walks sideways all his life for fear someone"s goin" to kick him. This low-down Ike imparts to Polly"s other lover about the state of my feelin"s; an" then it ain"t no time when I gets notice of this sport"s existence.
""It"s in the licker room of the tavern at Pine Knot, to which scenes I"ve scrambled on them crutches one evenin", where this party first meets up with me in person. He"s a big, tall citizen with lanky, long ha"r, an" is dressed in a blanket huntin" shirt an" has a c.o.o.n-skin cap with the tail hangin" over his left y"ear. Also, he packs a Hawkins rifle, bullets about forty to the pound. For myse"f, I don"t get entranced none with this person"s looks, an" as I ain"t fit, physical, for no skrimmage, I has to sing plumb low.
""Thar"s a band of us settin" "round when this lover of Polly"s shows in the door, drinkin" an" warblin" that entertainin" ditty, which goes:"
"""Thar sits a dog, by a barn door, An" Bingo is his name, O!
An" Bingo is his name."
""As Polly"s other beau comes in, we ceases this refrain. He pitches his rifle to the landlord over the bar, an" calls for a Baldface whiskey toddy. He takes four or five drinks, contemplatin" us meanwhile a heap disdainful. Then he arches his back, bends his elbows, begins a war-song, an" goes dancin" stiff-laig like a Injun, in front of the bar. This is how this extravagant party sings. It"s what Colonel Sterett, yere, to whom I repeats it former, calls "blanket verse."
"""Let all the sons of men b"ar witness!" sings this gent, as he goes skatin" stiff-laig about in a ring like I relates, arms bent, an" back arched; "let all the sons of men b"ar witness; an"
speshully let a cowerin" varmint, named Sam Enright, size me up an"
shudder! I"m the maker of deserts an" the wall-eyed harbinger of desolation! I"m kin to rattlesnakes on my mother"s side; I"m king of all the eagles an" full brother to the b"ars! I"m the bloo-eyed lynx of Whiskey Crossin", an" I weighs four thousand pounds! I"m a he- steamboat; I"ve put a crimp in a cat-a-mount with nothin" but my livin" hands! I broke a full-grown allagator across my knee, tore him asunder an" showered his shrinkin" fragments over a full section of land! I hugged a cinnamon b"ar to death, an" made a grizzly plead for mercy! Who"ll come gouge with me? Who"ll come bite with me?
Who"ll come put his knuckles in my back? I"m Weasel-eye, the dead shot; I"m the blood-drinkin", skelp-t"arin", knife-plyin" demon of Sunflower Creek! The flash of my glance will deaden a whiteoak, an"
my screech in anger will back the panther plumb off his natif heath!
I"m a slayer an" a slaughterer, an" I cooks an" eats my dead! I can wade the c.u.mberland without wettin" myse"f, an" I drinks outen the spring without touchin" the ground! I"m a swinge-cat; but I warns you not to be misled by my looks! I"m a flyin" bison, an"
deevastation rides upon my breath! Whoop! whoop! whoopee! I"m the Purple Blossom of Gingham Mountain, an" where is that son of thunder who"ll try an" nip me in the bud! Whoop! whoopee! I"m yere to fight or drink with any sport; any one or both! Whoopee! Where is the stately stag to stamp his hoof or rap his antlers to my proclamations! Where is that boundin" buck! Whoopee! whoop! whoop!"
""Then this yere vociferous Purple Blossom pauses for breath; but keeps up his stilt-laig dance, considerin" me meanwhile with his eye, plenty baleful. We-all on our parts is viewin" him over a heap respectful, an" ain"t retortin" a word. Then he begins ag"in with a yelp that would stampede a field of corn.
"""Who is thar lovelier than Polly Hawks!" he shouts. "Show me the female more entrancin", an" let me drop dead at her feet! Who is lovelier than Polly Hawks, the sweetheart of Flyin" Bison, the onchained tornado of the hills! Feast your gaze on Polly Hawks; her beauty would melt the heart of Nacher! I"m the Purple Blossom of Gingham Mountain; Polly Hawks shall marry an" follow me to my wigwam! Her bed shall be of b"ar-skins; her food shall be yearlin"
venison, an" wild honey from the tree! Her gown shall be panther"s pelts fringed "round with wolf-tails an" eagles" claws! She shall belt herse"f with a rattlesnake, an" her Sunday bonnet shall be a swarm of bees! When I kiss her it sounds like the crack of a whip, an" I wouldn"t part with her for twenty cows! We will wed an"
pop"late the earth with terror! Where is the sooicide who"ll stand in my way?"
""At this p"int the Purple Blossom leaves off dancin" an" fronts up to me, personal.
"""Whoopee!" he says; "say that you don"t love the girl an" I"ll give you one hundred dollars before I spills your life!"
""Which, of course, all these yere moosical an" terpshicoreen preeliminaries means simply so much war between me an" this sperited beau of Polly"s, to see who"ll own the lady"s heart. I explains that I"m not jest then fit for combat, sufferin" as I be from that overabundance of dog an" b"ar. The Purple Blossom is plumb p"lite, an" says he don"t hunger to whip no cripples. Then he names a day two months away when he allows he"ll sh.o.r.e descend from Gingham Mountain, melt me down an" run me into candles to burn at the weddin" of him an" Polly Hawks. Then we drinks together, all fraternal, an" he gives me a chew of tobacco outen a box, made of the head of a bald eagle, in token of amity, that a-way.
""But that rumpus between the Purple Blossom an" me never does come off; an" them rites over me an" Polly is indef"nitely postponed. The fact is, I has to leave a lot. I starts out to commit a joke, an" it turns out a crime; an" so I goes streakin" it from the scenes of my yoothful frolics for safer stampin" grounds.
""It"s mebby six weeks followin" them declarations of the Purple Blossom. It"s co"t day at War-whoop Crossin", an" the Jedge an"
every law-sharp on that circuit comes trailin" into camp. This yere outfit of Warwhoop is speshul fretful ag"inst all forms of gamblin".
Wherefore the Jedge, an" the state"s attorney, an" mebby five other speculators, at night adjourns to the cabin of a flat-boat which is tied up at the foot of the levee, so"s they can divert themse"fs with a little draw-poker without shockin" the hamlet an" gettin"
themse"fs arrested an" fined some.
""It"s gone to about fourth drink time after supper, an" I"m romancin" about, tryin" to figger out how I"m to win Polly, when as I"m waltzin" along the levee--I"m plumb alone, an" the town itse"f has turned into its blankets--I gets sight of this yere poker festival ragin" in the cabin. Thar they be, antein", goin" it blind, straddlin", raisin" before the draw, bluffin", an" bettin", an"
havin" the time of their c"reers.
""It"s the spring flood, an" the old c.u.mberland is bank-full an"
still a-risin". The flat boat is softly raisin" an" fallin" on the sobbin" tide. It"s then them jocular impulses seizes me, that a-way; an" I stoops an" casts off her one line, an" that flat boat swims silently away on the bosom of the river. The sports inside knows nothin" an" guesses less, an" their gayety swells on without a hitch.
""It"s three o"clock an" Jedge Finn, who"s won about a hundred an"
sixty dollars, realizes it"s all the money in the outfit, an" gets cold feet plenty prompt. He murmurs somethin" about tellin" the old lady Finn he"d be in early, an" shoves back amidst the scoffs an"
jeers of the losers. But the good old Jedge don"t mind, an" openin"
the door, he goes out into the night an" the dark, an" carefully picks his way overboard into forty foot of water. The yell the Jedge emits as he makes his little hole in the c.u.mberland is the first news them kyard sharps gets that they"re afloat a whole lot.
""It ain"t no push-over rescooin" Jedge Finn that time. The one hundred an" sixty is in Mexican money, an" he"s got a pound or two of it sinkered about his old frame in every pocket; so he goes to the bottom like a kag of nails.
""But they works hard, an" at last fishes him out, an" rolls him over a bar"l to get the water an" the money outen him. Which onder sech treatment, the Jedge disgorges both, an" at last comes to a trifle an" is fed whiskey with a spoon.
""Havin" saved the Jedge, the others turns loose a volley of yells that sh.o.r.ely scares up them echoes far an" wide. It wakes up a little old tug that"s tied in Dead n.i.g.g.e.r Bend, an" she fires up an"
pushes forth to their relief. The tug hauls "em back to Warwhoop for seventy dollars, which is paid out of the rescooed treasure of Jedge Finn, the same bein" declar"d salvage by them bandits he"s been playin" with.
""It"s two o"clock in the afternoon when that band of gamblers pulls up ag"in at Warwhoop, an" they"re sh.o.r.ely a saddened party as they files ash.o.r.e. The village is thar in a frownin" an" resentful body to arrest "em for them voylations, which is accordin" done.
""At the same time, I regyards the play as the funniest, ondoubted, that"s ever been evolved in Tennessee; but my mood changes as subsequent events a.s.soomes a somber face. Old Jedge Finn goes fumin"
about like a wronged lion, an" the rest is as hot as election day in a hornet"s nest. Pards, I"m a Mexican! if they don"t indict me for piracy on the high seas, an" pledge their words to see me hanged before ever co"t adjourns.
""That lets me out, right thar! I sees the symptoms of my onpop"larity in advance, an" don"t procrastinate none. I goes sailin" over the divide to the Tennessee, down the Tennessee to the Ohio, down the Ohio to the Mississippi, down the Mississippi to the Arkansaw, up the Arkansaw to Little Rock; an" thar I pauses, exhausted sh.o.r.e, but safe as a murderer in Georgia. Which I never does go back for plumb ten years.
""Nacherally, because of this yere exodus, I misses my engagements with the Purple Blossom; also them nuptials I plots about Polly Hawks, suffers the kybosh a whole lot. However, I survives, an"
Polly survives; she an" the Purple Blossom hooks up a month later, an" I learns since they sh.o.r.e has offsprings enough to pack a primary or start a public school. It"s all over long ago, an" I"m glad the kyards falls as they do. Still, as I intimates, thar"s them moments of romance to ride me down, when I remembers my one lone love affair with Polly Hawks, the beauty of the Painted Post."
"Enright pauses, an" we-all sets still a moment out of respects to the old chief. At last Dan Boggs, who"s always bubblin" that a-way, speaks up:
""Which I"m sh.o.r.e sorry," says Dan, "you don"t fetch the moosic of that Purple Blossom"s war-song West. I deems that a mighty excellent lay, an" would admire to learn it an" sing it some myse"f. I"d sh.o.r.e go over an" carol it to Red Dog; it would redooce them drunkards to frenzy.""
CHAPTER XVIII.
Where Whiskey Billy Died.
"Lies in the lump that a-way," said the Old Cattleman, apropos of some slight discussion in which we were engaged, "is bad--an" make no doubt about it!--that is, lies which is told malev"lent.
"But thar"s a sort of ranikaboo liar on earth, an" I don"t mind him nor his fabrications, none whatever. He"s one of these yere amiable gents who"s merely aimin" to entertain you an" elevate your moods; an" carryin" out sech plans, he sort o" spreads himse"f, an" gets excursive in conversation, castin" loose from facts as vain things onworthy of him. Thar used to be jest sech a mendacious party who camps "round Wolfville for a while--if I don"t misrecollect, he gets plugged standin" up a through stage, final--who is wont to lie that a-way; we calls him "Lyin" Amos." But they"re only meant to entertain you; them stories be. Amos is never really out to put you on a wrong trail to your ondoin".
"We-all likes Amos excellent; but, of course, when he takes to the hills as a hold-up, somebody has to down him; an" my mem"ry on that p"int is, they sh.o.r.ely do. What for lies would this yere Amos tell?
Well, for instance, Amos once regales me with a vivid picture of how he backs into a corner an" pulls his lonely gun on twenty gents, all "bad." This yere is over in Deming. An" he goes on dilatin" to the effect that he stops six of "em for good with the six loads in his weepon, an" then makes it a stand-off on the remainin" fourteen with the empty gun.
""It is the slumberin" terrors of my eye, I reckons," says this Lyin" Amos.
"Which it"s reason, an" likewise fact, that sech tales is merest figments on their faces; to say nothin" of the hist"ry of that camp of Deming, which don"t speak of no sech blood.
"But, as I says, what of it? Pore Lyin" Amos!--he"s cashed in an"
settled long ago, like I mentions, goin" for the Wells-Fargo boxes onct too frequent! Which the pitcher goes too often to the well, that a-way, an" Amos finds it out! Still, Amos is only out to entertain me when he onfurls how lucky an" how ferocious he is that time at Deming. Amos is simply whilin" the hours away when he concocts them romances; an" so far from bein" distrustful of him on account tharof, or holdin" of him low because he lets his fancy stampede an" get away with him, once we saveys his little game in all its harmlessness, it makes Amos pop"lar. We encourages Amos in them expansions.