The afternoon was lazy and good, and I in a mood to listen to my rambling grey comrade talk of anybody or anything.
"It"s this a-way," he began. "This yere Bill an" Jim Rawlins is brothers an" abides in Roanoke, Virginny. They splits up in their yooth, an" Jim goes p"intin" out for the West. Which he sh.o.r.e gets thar, an" nothin" is heard of him for forty years.
"Bill Rawlins, back in Roanoke, waxes a heap rich, an" at last clears up his game an" resolves lie takes a rest. Also he concloods to travel; an" as long as he"s goin" to travel, he allows he"ll sort o" go projectin" "round an" see if he can"t locate Jim.
"He gets a old an" musty tip about Jim, this Bill Rawlins does, an"
it works out all right. Bill cuts Jim"s trail "way out yonder on the Slope at a meetropolis called Los Angeles. But this yere Jim ain"t thar none. The folks tells Bill they reckons Jim is over to Virginny City.
"It"s a month later, an" Bill is romancin" along on one of them Nevada mountain-meadow trails, when he happens upon a low, squatty dugout, the same bein" a camp rather than a house, an" belongs with a hay ranche. In the door is standin" a most ornery seemin" gent, with long, tangled ha"r an" beard, an" his clothes looks like he"s sh.o.r.ely witnessed times. The hands of this ha"ry gent is in his pockets, an" he exhibits a mighty soopercilious air. Bill pulls up his cayouse for a powwow.
"How far is it to a place where I can camp down for the night?" asks Bill.
""It"s about twenty miles to the next wickeyup," says the soopercilious gent.
""Which I can"t make it none to-night, then," says Bill.
""Not on that hoss," says the soopercilious gent, for Bill"s pony that a-way is plenty played.
""Mebby, then," says Bill, " I"d better bunk in yere."
""You can gamble you-all don"t sleep yere," says the soopercilious gent; "none whatever!"
"An" why not?" asks Bill.
""Because I won"t let you," says the soopercilious gent, a-bitin"
off a piece of tobacco. "This is my camp, an" force"ble invasions by casooal hold-ups like you, don"t preevail with me a little bit. I resents the introosion on my privacy."
""But I"ll have to sleep on these yere plains," says Bill a heap plaintif.
""Thar"s better sports than you-all slept on them plains," says the soopercilious gent.
"Meanwhile, thar"s a move or two, speshully the way he bats his eyes, about this soopercilious gent that sets Bill to rummagin"
"round in his mem"ry. At last he asks:
""Is your name Rawlins?"
""Yes, sir, my name"s Rawlins," says the soopercilious gent.
""Jim Rawlins of Roanoke?"
""Jim Rawlins of Roanoke;" an" the soopercilious gent reaches inside the door of the dugout, searches forth a rifle an" pumps a cartridge into the bar"l.
""Stan" your hand, Jim!" says Bill, at the same time slidin" to the ground with the hoss between him an" his relatif; "don"t get impetyoous. I"m your brother Bill."
""What!" says the soopercilious gent, abandonin" them hostile measures, an" joy settlin" over his face. "What!" he says; "you my brother Bill? Well, don"t that beat grizzly b"ars amazin"! Come in, Bill, an" rest your hat. Which it"s simply the tenderness of h.e.l.l I don"t miss you."
"Whereupon Bill an" Jim tracks along inside an" goes to canva.s.sin"
up an" down as to what ensooes doorin" them forty years they"ve been parted. Jim wants to know all about Roanoke an" how things stacks up in old Virginny, an" he"s chuckin" in his questions plenty rapid.
"While Bill"s replyin", his eye is caught by a frightful-lookin"
female who goes slyin" in an" out, a-organizin" of some grub. She"s the color of a saddle, an" Bill can"t make out whether she"s a white, a Mexican, a Digger Injun or a n.i.g.g.e.r. An" she"s that hideous, this female is, she comes mighty near givin" Bill heart failure. Son, you-all can"t have no idee how turribie this person looks. She"s so ugly the flies won"t light on her. Yes, sir! ugly enough to bring sickness into a fam"ly. Bill can feel all sorts o"
horrors stampedin" about in his frame as he gazes on her. Her eyes looks like two bullet holes in a board, an" the rest of her feachers is tetotaciously indeescrib"ble. Bill"s intellects at the awful sight of this yere person almost loses their formation, as army gents would say. At last Bill gets in a question on his rapid-fire relatif, who"s shootin" him up with queries touchin" Roanoke to beat a royal flush.
""Jim," says Bill, sort o" scared like, "whoever is this yere lady who"s roamin" the scene?"
""Well, thar now!" says Jim, like he"s plumb disgusted, "I hope my gun may hang fire, if I don"t forget to introdooce you! Bill, that"s my wife."
"Then Jim goes surgin" off all spraddled out about the noomerous an"
manifest excellencies of this female, an" holds forth alarmin" of an" concernin" her virchoos an" loveliness of face an" form, an" all to sech a scand"lous degree, Bill has to step outdoors to blush.
""An", Bill," goes on Jim, an" he"s plumb rapturous, that a-way, "may I never hold three of a kind ag"in, if she ain"t got a sister who"s as much like her as two poker chips. I"m co"tin" both of "em mighty near four years before ever I can make up my mind whichever of "em I needs. They"re both so absolootely sim"lar for beauty, an"
both that aloorin" to the heart, I simply can"t tell how to set my stack down. At last, after four years, I ups an" cuts the kyards for it, an" wins out this one."
""Well, Jim," says Bill, who"s been settin" thar shudderin" through them rhapsodies, an" now an" then gettin" a glimpse of this yere female with the tail of his eye: "Well, Jim, far be it from me, an"
me your brother, to go avouchin" views to make you feel doobious of your choice. But candor"s got the drop on me an" compels me to speak my thoughts. I never sees this sister of your wife, Jim, but jest the same, I"d a heap sight rather have her."
"An" as I observes previous," concluded the old gentleman, "I feels about j.a.ps an" Injuns like Bill does about Jim"s wife that time. I never sees no j.a.ps, but I"d a mighty sight rather have "em."
There was another pause after this, and cigars were produced. For a time the smoke curled in silence. Then my friend again took up discussion.
"Thar comes few Injuns investigatin" into Wolfville. Doorin" them emutes of Cochise, an" Geronimo, an" Nana, the Apaches goes No"th an" South clost in by that camp of ours, but you bet! they"re never that locoed as to rope once at Wolfville. We-all would sh.o.r.ely have admired to entertain them hostiles; but as I su"gests, they"re a heap too enlightened to give us a chance.
"Savages never finds much encouragement to come ha"ntin" about Wolfville. About the first visitin" Injun meets with a contreetemps; though this is inadvertent a heap an" not designed. This buck, a Navajo, I takes it, from his feathers, has been pirootin" about for a day or two. At last I reckons he allows he"ll eelope off into the foothills ag"in. As carryin" out them roode plans which he forms, he starts to scramble onto the Tucson stage jest as Old Monte"s c"llectin" up his reins. But it don"t go; Injuns is barred. The gyard, who"s perched up in front next to Old Monte, pokes this yere aborigine in the middle of his face with the muzzle of his rifle; an" as the Injun goes tumblin", the stage starts, an" both wheels pa.s.ses over him the longest way. That Injun gives a groan like twenty sinners, an his lamp is out.
"Old Monte sets the brake an" climbs down an" sizes up the remainder. Then he gets back on the box, picks up his six hosses an"
is gettin" out.
""Yere, you!" says French, who"s the Wells-Fargo agent, a-callin"
after Old Monte, "come back an" either plant your game or pack it with you. I"m too busy a gent to let you or any other blinded drunkard go leavin" a fooneral at my door. Thar"s enough to do here as it is, an" I don"t want no dead Injuns on my hands."
""Don"t put him up thar an" go sp"ilin" them mail-bags," howls Old Monte, as French an" a hoss-hustler from inside the corral lays hold of the Navajo to throw him on with the baggage.
""Then come down yere an" ride herd on the play yourse"f, you murderin" sot!" says French.
"An" with that, he sh.o.r.e cuts loose an" cusses Old Monte frightful; cusses till a cottonwood tree in front of the station sheds all its leaves, an" he deadens the gra.s.s for a hundred yards about.
""Promotin" a sepulcher in this rock-ribbed landscape," says French, as Jack Moore comes up, kind o" apol"gisin" for his profane voylence at Old Monte; "framin" up a tomb, I say, in this yere rock-ribbed landscape ain"t no child"s play, an" I"m not allowin" none for that homicide Monte to put no sech tasks on me. He knows the Wolfville roole. Every gent skins his own polecats an" plants his own prey."
""That"s whatever!" says Jack Moore, "an" onless Old Monte is thirstin" for trouble in elab"rate forms, he acquiesces tharin."
"With that Old Monte hitches the Navajo to the hind axle with a lariat which French brings out, an" then the stage, with the savage coastin" along behind, goes rackin" off to the No"th. Later, Monte an" the pa.s.sengers hangs this yere remainder up in a pine tree, at an Injun crossin" in the hills, as a warnin". Whether it"s a warnin"
or no, we never learns; all that"s sh.o.r.e is that the remainder an"
the lariat is gone next day; but whatever idees the other Injuns entertains of the play is, as I once hears a lecture sharp promulgate, "concealed with the customary stoicism of the American savage."
"Most likely them antipathies of mine ag"in Injuns is a heap enhanced by what I experiences back on the old Jones an" Plummer trail, when they was wont to stampede our herds as we goes drivin"
through the Injun Territory. Any little old dark night one of them savages is liable to come skulkin" up on the wind"ard side of the herd, flap a blanket, cut loose a yell, an" the next second thar"s a hundred an" twenty thousand dollars" worth of property skally- hootin" off into s.p.a.ce on frenzied hoofs. Next day, them same ontootered children of the woods an" fields would demand four bits for every head they he"ps round up an" return to the bunch. It"s a source of savage revenoo, troo; but plumb irritatin". Them Injuns corrals sometimes as much as a hundred dollars by sech treacheries.
An" then we-all has to rest over one day to win it back at poker.