thanks us all speshul, I"m sh.o.r.ely proud of Wolfville"s chief. So is everybody, I reckons; for when we"re about a mile out on the trail back, an" all ridin" silent an" quiet, Texas ups an" shakes Enright by the hand a heap sudden, an" says:
""Sam Enright, I ain"t reported as none emotional, but I"m yours to command from now till death, an" yere"s the hand an" word of Texas Thompson on it.""
CHAPTER XIX.
When the Stage Was Stopped.
"Camp down into that char thar, son," said the Old Cattleman with much heartiness. "Which I"m waitin" for that black boy Tom to come back; I sends him for my war-bags. No, I don"t need "em none, only I"ve got to give this yere imbecile Tom money. Them Senegambians is sh.o.r.e a pecooliar people. They gets a new religion same as you-all gets a new hat, an" they changes their names like some folks does their shirt. Which they"re that loose an" liable about churches an"
cognomens!
"As for money, take this boy Tom. He actooally transacts his life on the theery that he has prior claims on every splinter of my bank- roll. Jest now he descends onto me an" e"labe"rately states his t.i.tle to ten pesos. Says he"s done j"ined a new church, an" has been made round-up boss or somethin" to a outfit called, "The Afro- American Widows" Ready Relief Society," an" that his doos is ten chips. Of course, he has to have the dinero, so I dismisses him for my wallet like I says.
"Does them folks change their names? They changes "em as read"ly as a Injun breaks camp; does it at the drop of the hat. This yere Guinea of mine, his name"s Tom. Yet at var"ous times, he informs me of them mootations he"s inst.i.tooted, He"s been "Jim" an" "Sam" an"
"w.i.l.l.yum Henry," an" all in two months. Sh.o.r.e, I don"t pay no heed to sech vagaries, but goes on callin" him "Tom," jest the same. An"
he keeps comin" when I calls, too, or I"d sh.o.r.e burn the ground "round him to a cinder. I"d be a disgrace to old Tennessee to let my boy Tom go preescribin" what I"m to call him. But they be cur"ous folks! The last time this hirelin" changes his name, I asks the reason.
""Tom," I says, "this yere is the "leventh time you cinches on a new name. Now, tell me, why be you-all attemptin" to shift to "w.i.l.l.yum Henry?""
""Why, Ma.r.s.e," he says, after thinkin" hard a whole lot, "I don"t know, only my sister gets married ag"in last night, an" I can"t think of nothin" else to do, so I sort o" allows I"ll change my name.""
A moment later the exuberant and many-t.i.tled Tom appeared with the pocket-book. My old friend selected a ten-dollar bill and with an air of severity gave it to his expectant servitor.
"Thar you be," he observed. "Now, go pay them doos, an" don"t hanker "round me for money no more for a month. You can"t will from me ag"in before Christmas, no matter how often you changes your name, or how many new churches you plays in with. For a n.i.g.g.e.r, you-all is a mighty sight too vol"tile. Your sperits is too tireless, an" stays too long on the wing. Which, onless you cultivates a placider mood an" studies reepose a whole lot, I"ll go foragin" about in my plunder an" search forth a quirt, or mebby some sech stinsin" trifle as a trace-chain, an" warp you into quietood an" peace. I reckons now sech ceremonies would go some ways towards beddin" you down an"
inculcatin" lessons of patience a heap."
The undaunted Tom listened to his master"s gloomy threats with an air of cheer. There was a happy grin on his face as he accepted the money and sc.r.a.ped a "Thanky, sah!" To leave a religious impression which seemed most consistent with the basis of Tom"s appeal, that dusky claimant of ten dollars, as he withdrew, hummed softly a camp- meeting song:
"Tu"n around an" tu"n yo" face, Untoe them sweet hills o" grace.
(D" pow"rs of Sin yo" em scornin"!) Look about an" look aroun", Fling yo" sin-pack on d" groun".
(Yo" will meet wid d" Lord in d" mornin".)"
"Speakin" about this yere vacillatin" Tom," said the old gentleman, as he watched that person disappear, "shiftin" his religious grazin"
ground that a-way, let me tell you. Them colored folks pulls on an"
pulls off their beliefs as easy as a Mexican. An" their faith never gets in their way; them tenets never seems to get between their hocks an" trip "em up in anythin" they wants to do. They goes rangin" "round, draggin" them religious lariats of theirs, an" I never yet beholds that church which can drive any picket pin of doctrines, or prodooce any hobbles of a creed, that"ll hold a Mexican or a n.i.g.g.e.r, or keep him from prancin" out after the first notion that nods or beckons to him. Thar"s no whim an" no fancy which can make so light a wagon-track he won"t follow it off.
"Speakin" of churches that a-way: This yere Tom"s been with me years. One day about two months ago, he fronts up to me an" says:
""I"se got to be mighty careful what I does now; I"se done j"ined. I gives my soul to heaven on high last night, an" wrops myse"f tight an" fast in bonds of savin" grace wid d" Presbyter"an chu"ch. Yes, sah, I"m a christian, an" I don"t want no one, incloodin" mysc"f, to go forgettin" it."
"This yere news don"t weigh on me partic"lar, an" I makes no comments. It"s three weeks later when Tom cuts loose another commoonication.
""You rec"llects," he says, "about me bein" a j"iner an" hookin" up wid d" Presbyter"ans? Well, I"se done shook "em; I quit that sanchooary for d" Mefodis." D" Presbyter"an is a heap too gloomy a religion for a n.i.g.g.ah, sah. Dey lams loose at me wid foreord"nation an" preedest"nation, an" how d" bad place is paved wid chil"ens skulls, an" how so many is called, an" only one in a billion beats d" gate; an" fin"lly, las" Sunday, B"rer Peters, he"s d" preacher, he ups an" p"ints at me in speshul an" says he sees in a dream how I"m b"ar-hung an" breeze-shaken over h.e.l.l; an", sah, he simply scare dis n.i.g.g.ah to where I jest lay down in d" pew an" howl. After I"se done lamented till my heart"s broke, I pa.s.ses in my resignation, an"
now I"se gone an" done attach myse"f to d" Mefodis". Thar"s a deal mo" sunshine among d" Mefodis" folks, an" d" game"s a mighty sight easier. All you does is get sprunkled, an" thar you be, in wid d"
sheep, kerzip!"
"In less"n a month Tom opens up on them religious topics once more.
I allers allows him to talk as long an" as much as ever he likes, as you-all couldn"t stop him none without buckin" an" gaggin" him, so what"s the use?
""I aims to excuse myse"f to you, sah," says Tom this last time, "for them misstatements about me leavin" d" Presbyter"ans for d"
Mefodis." I does do it for troo, but now I"se gone over, wool an"
weskit, to d" Baptis". An", sah, I feels mighty penitent an"
promisin", I does; I"m gwine to make a stick of it dis time. It"s resky to go changin" about from one fold to the other like I"se been doin"; a man might die between, an" then where is he?"
""But how about this swap to the Baptist church?" I asks. "I thought you tells me how the Methodist religion is full of sunshine that a- way."
""So I does, sah," says Tom; "so I does, word for word, like you remembers it. But I don"t know d" entire story then. The objections I has to d" Mefodis" is them "sperience meetin"s they holds. They "spects you to stan" up an" tell "em about all yo" sins, an "fess all you"ve been guilty of endoorin" yo" life! Now, sech doin"s tu"ns out mighty embarra.s.sin" for a boy like Tom, who"s been a-livin" sort o" loose an" lively for a likely numbah of years, sah, an" I couldn"t stan" it, sah! I"m too modes" to be a Mefodis". So I explains an" "pologizes to d" elders, then I shins out for d"
Baptis" folks next door. An" it"s all right. I"m at peace now: I"m in d" Baptis" chu"ch, sah. You go inter d" watah, kersause! an" that sets yo" safe in d" love of d" Lamb.""
Following these revelations of my friend concerning the jaunty fashion in which the "boy Tom" wore his religion as well as his name, I maintained a respectful silence for perhaps a minute, and then ventured to seek a new subject. I had been going over the vigorous details of a Western robbery in the papers. After briefly telling the story as I remembered it, in its broader lines at least, I carried my curiosity to that interesting body politic, the town of Wolfville.
"In the old days," I asked, "did Wolfville ever suffer from stage robberies, or the operations of banditti of the trail?"
"Wolfville," responded my friend, "goes ag"inst the hold-up game so often we lose the count. Mostly, it don"t cause more"n a pa.s.sin"
irr"tation. Them robberies an" rustlin"s don"t, speakin" general, mean much to the public at large. The express company may gnash its teeth some, but comin" down to cases, what is a Wells-Fargo grief to us? Personal, we"re out letters an" missifs from home, an" I"ve beheld individooals who gets that heated about it you don"t dar" ask "em to libate ontil they cools, but as"a common thing, we-all don"t suffer no practical set-backs. We"re shy letters, but sech wounds is healed by time an" other mails to come. We gains what comfort we can from sw"arin" a lot, an" turns to the hopeful footure for the rest.
Thar"s one time, however, when Wolfville gets wrought up.
"Which the Wolfville temper, usual, is ca"m an" onperturbed that a- way. Thar"s a steadiness to Wolfville that shows the camp has depth; it can lose without thinkin" of sooicide, it can win an" not get drunk. The Wolfville emotions sets squar" an" steady in the saddle, an" it takes more than mere commonplace buckin" to so much as throw its foot loose from a stirrup, let alone send it flyin" from its seat.
"On this yere o"caslon, however, Wolfville gets stirred a whole lot.
For that matter, the balance of Southeast Arizona gives way likewise, an" excitement is genial an" sh.o.r.ely mounts plumb high. I remembers plain, now my mind is on them topics, how Red Dog goes hysterical complete, an" sets up nights an" screams. Which the vocal carryin"s on of that prideless village is a shame to coyotes!
"It"s hold-ups that so wrings the public"s feelin"s. Stages is stood up; pa.s.sengers, mail-bags an" express boxes gets cleaned out for their last splinter. An" it ain"t confined to jest one trail. This festival of crime incloodes a whole region; an" twenty stages, in as many different places an" almost as many days, yields up to these yere bandits. Old Monte, looks like, is a speshul fav"rite; they goes through that old drunkard twice for all thar is in the vehicle.
The last time the gyard gets downed.
"No, the stage driver ain"t in no peril of bein" plugged. Thar"s rooles about stage robbin", same as thar is to faro-bank an" poker.
It"s onderstood by all who"s interested, from the manager of the stage company to the gent in the mask who"s holdin" the Winchester on the outfit, that the driver don"t fight. He"s thar to drive, not shoot; an" so when he hears the su"gestion, "Hands up!" that a-way, he stops the team, sets the brake, hooks his fingers together over his head, an" nacherally lets them road agents an" pa.s.sengers an"
gyards, settle events in their own onfettered way. The driver, usual, cusses out the brigands frightful. The laws of the trail accords him them privileges, imposin" no reestrictions on his mouth.
He"s plumb free to make what insultin" observations he will, so long as he keeps his hands up an" don"t start the team none ontil he"s given the proper word, the same comin" from the hold-ups or the gyards, whoever emerges winner from said emeutes.
"As I states, the last time Old Monte is made to front the iron, the Wells-Fargo gyard gets plugged as full of lead as a bag of bullets.
An" as to that business of loot an" plunder, them miscreants sh.o.r.ely harvests a back load! It catches Enright a heap hard, this second break which these yere felons makes.
"Cherokee Hall an" me is settin" in the Red Light, whilin" away time between bev"rages with argyments, when Enright comes ploddin" along in with the tidin"s. Cherokee an" me, by a sing"lar coincidence, is discussin" the topic of "probity" that a-way, although our loocubrations don"t flourish none concernin" stage rustlin".
Cherokee is sayin":
""Now, I holds that trade--what you-all might call commerce, is plenty sappenin" to the integrity of folks. Meanin" no aspersions on any gent in camp, sh.o.r.ely not on the proprietors of the New York Store, what I reiterates is that I never meets up with the party who makes his livin" weighin" things, or who owns a pa"r of scales, who"s on the level that a-way. Which them balances, looks like, weaves a spell on a gent"s moral princ"ples. He"s no longer on the squar"."
"I"m r"ared back on my hocks organizin" to combat the fal"cies of Cherokee, when Enright pulls up a cha"r. By the clouds on his face, both me an" Cherokee sees thar"s somethin" on the old chief"s mind a lot, wherefore we lays aside our own dispootes--which after all, has no real meanin", an" is what Colonel William Greene Sterett calls "ac"demic"--an" turns to Enright to discover whatever is up. Black Jack feels thar"s news in the air an" promotes the nose-paint without s"licitation. Enright freights his gla.s.s an" then says:
""You-all hears of the noomerous stage robberies? Well, Wolfville lose ag"in. I, myse"f, this trip am put in the hole partic"lar. If I onderstands the drift of my own private affairs, thar"s over forty thousand dollars of mine on the stage, bein" what balance is doo me from that last bunch of cattle. It"s mighty likely though she"s in drafts that a-way: an" I jest dispatches one of my best riders with a lead hoss to scatter over to Tucson an" wire informations east, to freeze onto that money ontil further tidin"s; said drafts, if sech thar be, havin" got into the hands of these yere diligent hold-ups aforesaid."
""Forty thousand dollars!" remarks Cherokee. "Which that is a jolt for sh.o.r.e!"
""It sh.o.r.ely shows the oncertainties of things," says Enright, ag"in referrin" to his gla.s.s. "I"m in the very act of congratulatin"
myse"f, mental, that this yere is the best season I ever sees, when a party rides in from the first stage station towards Tucson, with the tale. It"s sh.o.r.e a paradox; it"s a case where the more I win, the more I lose. However, I"m on the trail of Jack Moore; a conference with Jack is what I needs right now. I"ll be back by next drink time;" an" with that Enright goes surgin" off to locate Jack.