"Will Injuns gamble? Sh.o.r.e! an" to the limit at that! Of course, bein", as you saveys, a benighted people that a-way, they"re some easy, havin" no more jedgment as to the valyoo of a hand than Steve Stevenson, an" Steve would take a pa"r of nines an" bet "em higher than a cat"s back. We allers recovers our dinero, but thar"s time an" sleep we lose an" don"t get back.
"Yes, indeed, son, Injuns common is as ornery as soapweed. The only good you-all can say of "em is, they"re nacheral-born longhorns, is oncomplainin", an" saveys the West like my black boy saveys licker.
One time--this yere is "way back in my Texas days--one time I"m camped for long over on the Upper Hawgthief. It"s rained a heap, an"
bein" as I"m on low ground anyhow, it gets that soft an" swampy where I be it would bog a b.u.t.terfly. For once I"m took sick; has a fever, that a-way. An" lose flesh! sh.o.r.ely you should have seen me!
I falls off like persimmons after a frost, an" gets as ga"nt an"
thin as a cow in April. So I allows I"ll take a lay-off for a couple of months an" reecooperate some.
"Cossettin" an" pettin" of my health, as I states, I saddles up an"
goes cavortin" over into the Osage nation to visit an old compadre of mine who"s a trader thar by the name of Johnny Florer. This yere Florer is an old-timer with the Osages; been with "em it"s mighty likely twenty year at that time, an" is with "em yet for all the notice I ever receives.
"On the o"casion of this amba.s.sy of mine, I has a chance to study them savages, an" get a line on their char"cters a whole lot. This tune I"m with Johnny, what you-all might call Osage upper circles is a heap torn by the ontoward rivalries of a brace of eminent bucks who"s each strugglin" to lead the fashion for the tribe an" raise the other out.
"Them Osages, while blanket Injuns, is plumb opulent. Thar"s sixteen hundred of "em, an" they has to themse"fs 1,500,000 acres of as good land as ever comes slippin" from the palm of the Infinite. Also, the gov"ment is weak-minded enough to confer on every one of "em, each buck drawin" the dinero for his fam"ly, a hundred an" forty big iron dollars anyooally. Wherefore, as I observes, them Osages is plenty strong, financial.
"These yere two high-rollin" bucks I speaks of, who"s strugglin" for the social soopremacy, is in the midst of them strifes while I"m visitin" Florer. It"s some two moons prior when one of "em, which we"ll call him the "Astor Injun," takes a heavy fall out of the opp"sition by goin" over to Cherryvale an" buyin" a sooperannuated two-seat Rockaway buggy. To this he hooks up a span of ponies, loads in his squaws, an" p"rades "round from Pawhusky to Greyhoss--the same bein" a couple of Osage camps--an" tharby redooces the enemy-- what we"ll name the "Vanderbilt Injuns"--to desp"ration. The Astor savage sh.o.r.ely has the call with that Rockaway.
"But the Vanderbilt Osage is a heap hard to down. He takes one look at the Astor Injun"s Rockaway with all its blindin" splendors, an"
then goes streakin" it for Cherryvale, like a drunkard to a barbecue. An" he sees the Rockaway an" goes it several better. What do you-all reckon now that savage equips himse"f with? He wins out a hea.r.s.e, a good big black roomy hea.r.s.e, with ploomes onto it an"
gla.s.s winders in the sides.
"As soon as ever this Vanderbilt Injun stiffens his hand with the hea.r.s.e, he comes troopin" back to camp with it, himse"f on the box drivin", an" puttin" on enough of lordly dog to make a pack of hounds. Which he sh.o.r.ely squelches the Astors; they jest simply lay down an" wept at sech grandeur. Their Rockaway ain"t one, two, three,--ain"t in the money.
"An" every day the Vanderbilt Injun would load his squaws an"
papooses inside the hea.r.s.e, an" thar, wropped in their blankets an"
squattin" on the floor of the hea.r.s.e for seats, they would be lookin" out o" the winders at common savages who ain"t in it an"
don"t have no hea.r.s.e. Meanwhiles, the buck Vanderbilt is drivin" the outfit all over an" "round the cantonments, the entire bunch as sa.s.sy an" as flippant as a coop o" catbirds. It"s all the Astors can do to keep from goin" plumb locoed. The Vanderbilts win.
"One mornin", when Florer an" me has jest run our brands onto the fourth drink, an old buck comes trailin" into the store. His blanket is pulled over his head, an" he"s pantin" an" givin" it out he"s powerful ill.
""How is my father?" says Johnny in Osage.
""Oh, my son," says the Injun, placin" one hand on his stomach, an"
all mighty tender, "your father is plenty sick. Your father gets up this mornin", an" his heart is very bad. You must give him medicine or your father will die."
"Johnny pa.s.ses the invalid a cinnamon stick an" exhorts him to chew on that, which he does prompt an" satisfactory, like cattle on their cud. This cinnamon keeps him steady for "most five minutes.
""Whatever is the matter with this savage?" I asks of Johnny.
""Nothin" partic"lar," says Johnny. "Last night he comes pushin" in yere an" buys a bottle of Worcestershire sauce; an" then he gets gaudy an" quaffs it all up on a theery she"s a new-fangled fire water. He gets away with the entire bottle. It"s now he realizes them errors, an" takes to groanin" an" allowin" it gives him a bad heart. Which I should sh.o.r.ely admit as much!"
""Your father is worse," says the Osage, as he comes cuttin" in on Johnny ag"in. "Must have stronger medicine. That medicine," holdin"
up some of the cinnamon, "that not bad enough."
"At this, Johnny pa.s.ses his "father" over a double handful of black pepper before it"s ground.
""Let my father get away with that," says Johnny, "an" he"ll feel like a bird. It will make him gay an" full of p"isen, like a rattlesnake in August."
"Out to the r"ar of Johnny"s store is piled up onder a shed more"n two thousand boxes of axle grease. It was sent into the nation consigned to Johnny by some ill-advised sports in New York, who figgers that because the Osages as a tribe abounds in wagons, thar must sh.o.r.ely be a market for axle grease. That"s where them New York persons misses the ford a lot. Them savages has wagons, troo; but they no more thinks of greasin" them axles than paintin" the runnin"
gear. They never goes ag"inst that axle grease game for so much as a single box; said ointment is a drug. When he don"t dispose of it none, Johnny stores it out onder a shed some twenty rods away, an"
regyards it as a total loss.
""Axle grease," says Johnny, "makes a p"int in civilization to which the savage has not yet clambered, an" them optimists, East, who sends it on yere, should have never made no sech break."
"Mebby it"s because this axle grease grows sullen an" feels neglected that a-way; mebby it"s the heats of two summers an" the frosts of two winters which sp"iles its disp"sition; sh.o.r.e it is at any rate that at the time I"m thar, that onguent seems fretted to the core, an" is givin" forth a protestin" fragrance that has stood off a coyote an" made him quit at a distance of two hundred yards.
You might even say it has caused Nacher herse"f to pause an" catch her breath.
"It"s when the ailin" Osage, whose malady is too deep-seated to be reached by cinnamon or pimento, comes frontin" up for a third preescription, that the axle grease idee seizes Johnny.
""Father," says Johnny, "come with me. Your son will now saw off some big medicine on you; a medicine meant for full-blown gents like you an" me. Come, father, come with your son, an" you shall be cured in half the time it takes to run a loop on a lariat."
"Johnny breaks open one of the axle grease boxes, arms the savage with a chip for a spoon, an" exhorts him to cut in on it a whole lot.
"Son, the odors of them wares is awful; Kansas b.u.t.ter is violets to it; but it never flutters that Osage. Ile takes Johnny"s chip an"
goes to work, spadin" that axle grease into his mouth, like he ain"t got a minute to live. When he"s got away with half the box, he tucks the balance onder his blanket an" retires to his teepee with a look of grat.i.toode on his face. His heart has ceased to be bad, an" them illnesses, which aforetime has him on the go, surrenders to the powers of this yere new medicine like willows to the wind. With this, he goes caperin" out for his camp, idly hummin" a war song, sech is his relief.
"An" here"s where Johnny gets action on that axle grease. It sh.o.r.ely teaches, also, the excellence of them maxims, "Cast your bread upon the waters an" you"ll be on velvec before many days." Within two hours a couple of this sick buck"s squaws comes sidlin" tip to Johnny an" desires axle grease. It"s quoted at four bits a box, an"
the squaws changes in five pesos an" beats a retreat, carryin" away ten boxes. Then the fame of this big, new medicine spreads; that axle grease becomes plenty pop"lar. Other bucks an" other squaws shows up, changes in their money, an" is made happy with axle grease. They never has sech a time, them Osages don"t, since the battle of the Hoss-shoe. Son, they packs it off in blankets, freights it away in wagons. They turns loose on a reg"lar axle grease spree. In a week every box is sold, an" thar"s orders stacked up on Florer"s desk for two kyar-loads more, which is bein" hurried on from the East. Even the Injuns" agent gets wrought up about it, an" begins to bellow an" paw "round by way of compliments to Johnny.
He makes Johnny a speech.
""Which I"ve made your excellent discovery, Mr. Florer," says this agent, "the basis of a report to the gov"ment at Washin"ton. I sets forth the mad pa.s.sion of these yere Osages for axle grease as a condiment, a beverage, an" a cure. I explains the tribal leanin"
that exists for that speshul axle grease which is crowned with years, an" owns a strength which comes only as the cor"lary of hard experience. Axle grease is like music an" sooths the savage breast.
It is oil on the troubled waters of aboriginal existence. Its feet is the feet of peace. At the touch of axle grease the hostile abandons the war path an" surrenders himse"f. He washes off his paint an" becometh with axle grease as the lamb that bleateth. The greatest possible uprisin" could be quelled with a consignment of axle grease. Mr. Florer, I congratulate you. From a humble store- keep, sellin" soap, herrin" an" salt hoss, you takes your stand from now with the ph"lanthropists an" leaders among men. You have conjoined Injuns an" axle grease. For centuries the savage has been a problem which has defied gov"ment. He will do so no more. Mr.
Florer, you have solved the savage with axle grease.""
CHAPTER V.
Toothpick Johnson"s Ostracism.
"You sees," observed the Old Cattleman, as he moved into the deeper shade; "you sees this yere Toothpick disgraces Wolfville; that"s how it is. Downs a party, Toothpick Johnson does, an" no gun on the gent, the same bein" out of roole entire. Nacherally, while no one blames Toothpick, who makes the play what you-all calls "bony fidis," the public sort o" longs for his eelopement. An" that settles it; Toothpick has to hunt out for different stampin"
grounds.
"It all comes from Toothpick bein" by nacher one of these yere over- zealous people, an" prematoorely p.r.o.ne that a-way. He"s born eager, Toothpick is, an" can"t he"p it none.
"You-all has tracked up on that breed of cimmaron plenty frequent now. They"re the kind who picks up a poker hand, kyard by kyard, as they comes. They"re that for"ard,--that headlong to get outer the present an" into the footure, they jest can"t wait for things to have a chance to happen.
""Whyever do you pull in your kyards that a-way?" I says to Toothpick, reprovin" of him. "Why can"t you let "em lay till the hand"s dealt?"
""Which I"m sh.o.r.ely that locoed to look if I ain"t got three aces or some sech," says Toothpick, "I must turn "em up to see."
""Well," says I, an" the same is wisdom every time, "you-all would appear more like a dead cold sport to let "em be, an" pick up your whole hand together. Likewise, you"d display a mighty sight more savey if you keeps your eyes on the dealer till he lays down the deck. You"d be less afflicted by disagreeable surprises if you"d freeze to the last idee; an" you"d lay up money besides."
"But that"s the notion I"m aimin" to convey; Toothpick is too quick.
His intellects, it looks like, is on eternal tip-toe to get in a stack.
""He"s too simooltaneous, is Toothpick," says Jack Moore once, when him an" Boggs is discoursin" together, sizin" up Toothpick. "He"s that simooltaneous he comes mighty near bein" a whole lot too adjacent."