No one"s ever creased him; an" I figgers final by way of a s"lootion of his fits that mighty likely Jerry"s attended some killin" between hoomans, inadvertent, an" has the teeth of his apprehensions set on aige.
"Jerry is that high an" haughty he won"t come up for corn in the mornin"
onless I pet.i.tions him partic"lar an" calls him by name. To jest whoop "Mules!" he holds don"t incloode him. Usual I humours Jerry an" shouts his t.i.tle speshul, the others bein" called in a bunch. When Jerry hears his name he walks into camp, delib"rate an" dignified, an" kicks every mule to pieces who tries to shove in ahead.
"Once, feelin" some malignant myse"f, I tries Jerry"s patience out. I don"t call "Jerry," merely shouts "Mules" once or twice an" lets it go at that. Jerry, when he notices I don"t refer to him partic"lar lays his y"ears back; an" although his r"ar elevation is towards me I can see he"s hotter than a hornet. The faithful Tom abides with Jerry; though he tells him it"s feed time an" that the others with a nosebag on each of "em is already at their repasts. Jerry only gets madder an" lays for Tom an" tries to bite him. After ten minutes, sullen an" sulky, hunger beats Jerry an" he comes b.u.mpin" into camp like a bar"l down hill an" eases his mind by wallopin" both hind hoofs into them other blameless mules, peacefully munchin" their rations. Also, after Jerry"s let me put the nosebag onto him he reeverses his p"sition an" swiftly lets fly at me.
But I ain"t in no trance an" Jerry misses. I don"t frale him; I saveys it"s because he feels hoomiliated with me not callin" him by name.
"As a roole me an" Jerry gets through our dooties harmonious. He can pull like a lion an" never flinches or flickers at a pinch. It"s sh.o.r.e a vict"ry to witness the heroic way Jerry goes into the collar at a hard steep hill or some swirlin", rushin" ford. Sech bein" Jerry"s work habits I"m prepared to overlook a heap of moral deeficiencies an" never lays it up ag"in Jerry that he"s morose an" repellant when I flings him any kindnesses.
"But while I don"t resent "em none by voylence, still Jerry has habits ag"inst which I has to gyard. You-all recalls how long ago I tells you of Jerry"s, bein" a thief. Sh.o.r.e, he can"t he"p it; he"s a born kleptomaniac. Leastwise "kleptomaniac" is what Colonel Sterett calls it when he"s tellin" me of a party who"s afflicted sim"lar.
""Otherwise this gent"s a heap respectable," says the Colonel. "Morally speakin" thar"s plenty who"s worse. Of course, seein" he"s crowdin"
forty years, he ain"t so shamefully innocent neither. He ain"t no debyootanty; still, he ain"t no crime-wrung debauchee. I should say he grades midway in between. But deep down in his system this person"s a kleptomaniac, an" at last his weakness gets its hobbles off an" he turns himse"f loose, an" begins to jest nacherally take things right an" left.
No, he don"t get put away in Huntsville; they sees he"s locoed an" he"s corraled instead in one of the asylums where thar"s nothin" loose an"
little kickin" "round, an" tharfore no temptations."
"Takin" the word then from Colonel Sterett, Jerry is a kleptomaniac. I used former to hobble Jerry but one mornin" I"m astounded to see what looks like snow all about my camp. Bein" she"s in Joone that snow theery don"t go. An" it ain"t snow, it"s flour; this kleptomaniac Jerry creeps to the waggons while I sleeps an" gets away, one after the other, with fifteen fifty-pound sacks of flour. Then he entertains himse"f an" Tom by p"radin" about with the sacks in his teeth, shakin" an" tossin" his head an" powderin" my "Pride of Denver" all over the plains. Which Jerry sh.o.r.e frosts that scenery plumb lib"ral.
"It"s the next night an" I don"t hobble Jerry; I pegs him out on a lariat. What do you-all reckon now that miscreant does? Corrupts pore Tom who you may be certain is sympathisin" "round, an" makes Tom go to the waggons, steal the flour an" pack it out to him where he"s pegged.
The soopine Tom, who otherwise is the soul of integrity, abstracts six sacks for his mate an" at daybreak the wretched Jerry"s standin" thar, white as milk himse"f, an" flour a foot deep in a cirkle whereof the radius is his rope Tom"s gazin" on Jerry in a besotted way like he allows he"s certainly the greatest sport on earth.
"Which this last is too much an" I ropes up Jerry for punishment. I throws an" hawgties Jerry, an" he"s layin" thar on his side. His eye is obdoorate an" thar"s neither shame nor repentance in his heart. Tom is sort o" sobbin" onder his breath; Tom would have swapped places with Jerry too quick an" I sees he has it in his mind to make the offer, only he knows I"ll turn it down."
"The other six mules comes up an" loafs about observant an" respectful.
They jestifies my arrangements; besides Jerry is mighty onpop"lar with "em by reason of his heels. I can hear Peter the little lead mule sayin"
to Jane, his mate: "The boss is goin" to lam Jerry a lot with a trace-chain. Which it"s sh.o.r.e comin" to him!"
"I w"irls the chain on high an" lays it along Jerry"s evil ribs, _kerwhillup_! Every other link bites through the hide an" the chain plows a most excellent an" wholesome furrow. As the chain descends, the sympathetic Tom jumps an" gives a groan. Tom feels a mighty sight worse than his _companero_. At the sixth wallop Tom can"t b"ar no more, but with tears an" protests comes an" stands over Jerry an" puts it up he"ll take the rest himse"f. This evidence of brotherly love stands me off, an" for Tom"s sake I desists an" throws Jerry loose. That old scoundrel--while I sees he"s onforgivin" an" a-harbourin" of hatreds ag"in me--don"t forget the trace-chain an" comports himse"f like a law-abidin" mule for months. He even quits bitin" an" kickin" Tom, an"
that lovin" beast seems like he"s goin" to break his heart over it, "cause he looks on it as a sign that Jerry"s gettin" cold.
"But thar comes a day when I loses both Tom an" Jerry. It"s about second drink time one August mornin" an" me an" my eight mules goes scamperin"
through a little Mexican plaza called Tramperos on our way to the Canadian. Over by a "doby stands a old fleabitten gray mare; she"s sh.o.r.e hideous.
"Now if mules has one overmasterin" deloosion it"s a gray mare; she"s the religion an" the G.o.ddess of the mules. This knowledge is common; if you-all is ever out to create a upheaval in the bosom of a mule the handiest, quickest lever is a old gray mare. The gov"ment takes advantage of this aberration of the mules. Thar"s trains of pack mules freightin" to the gov"ment posts in the Rockies. They figgers on three hundred pounds to the mule an" the freight is packed in panniers. The gov"ment freighters not bein" equal to the manifold mysteries of a diamond-hitch, don"t use no reg"lar sh.o.r.e-enough pack saddle but takes refooge with their ignorance in panniers.
"Speakin" gen"ral, thar"s mebby two hundred mules in one of these gov"ment pack trains. An" in the lead, followed, waited on an"
worshipped by the mules, is a aged gray mare. She don"t pack nothin" but her virchoo an" a little bell, which last is hung "round her neck. This old mare, with nothin" but her character an" that bell to enc.u.mber her, goes fa"rly flyin" light. But go as fast an" as far as she pleases, them long-y"eared locoed worshippers of her"s won"t let her outen their raptured sight. The last one of "em, panniers, freight an" all, would go surgin" to the topmost pinnacle of the Rockies if she leads the way.
"An" at that this gray mare don"t like mules none; she abhors their company an" kicks an" abooses "em to a standstill whenever they draws near. But the fool mules don"t care; it"s ecstacy to simply know she"s livin" an" that mule"s cup of joy is runnin" over who finds himse"f permitted to crop gra.s.s within forty foot of his old, gray bell-bedecked idol.
"We travels all day, followin" glimpsin" that flea-bitten cayouse at Tramperos. But the mules can"t think or talk of nothin" else. It arouses their religious enthoosiasm to highest pitch; even the cynic Jerry gets half-way keyed up over it. I looks for trouble that night; an" partic"lar I pegs out Jerry plenty deep and strong. The rest is hobbled, all except Tom. Gray mare or not, I"ll gamble the outfit Tom wouldn"t abandon Jerry, let the indoocement be ever so alloorin".
"Every well-organised mule team that a-way allers carries along a bronco.
This little steed, saddled an" bridled, trots throughout the day by the side of the off-wheeler, his bridle-rein caught over the wheeler"s hame.
The bronco is used to round up the mules in event they strays or declines in the mornin" to come when called. Sech bein" the idee, the cayous is allers kept strictly in camp.
""James" is my bronco"s name; an" the evenin", followin" the vision of that Tramperos gray mare I makes onusual sh.o.r.e "that James stays with me.
Not that gray mares impresses James--him bein" a boss an" bosses havin"
religious convictions different from mules--or is doo to prove temptations to him; but he might conceal other plans an" get strayed prosecootin" of "em to a finish. I ties James to the trail-waggon, an"
followin" bacon, biscuits, airtights an" sech, the same bein" my froogal fare when on the trail, I rolls in onder the lead-waggon "an" gives myse"f up to sleep.
"Exactly as I surmises, when I turns out at sun-up thar"s never a mule in sight. Every one of them idolaters goes poundin" back, as fast as ever he can with hobbles on, to confess his sins an" say his pray"rs at the shrine of that old gray mare. Even Jerry, whose cynicism should have saved him, pulls his picket-pin with the rest an", takin" Tom along, goes curvin" off. It ain"t more than ten minutes, you can gamble! when James an" me is on their trails.
"One by one, I overtakes the team strung all along between my camp an"
Tramperos. Peter, the little lead mule, bein" plumb agile an" a sharp on hobbles, gets cl"ar thar; an" I finds him devourin" the G.o.ddess gray mare with heart an" soul an" eyes, an" singin" to himse"f the while in low, satisfied tones.
"As one after the other I pa.s.ses the pilgrim mules I turns an" lifts about a squar" inch of hide off each with the blacksnake whip I"m carryin", by way of p"intin" out their heresies an arousin" in "em a eagerness to get back to their waggons an" a" upright, pure career. They takes the chastis.e.m.e.nt humble an" dootiful, an" relinquishes the thought of reachin" the G.o.ddess gray mare.
"When I overtakes old Jerry I pours the leather into him speshul, an" the way him an" his pard Tom goes scatterin" for camp refreshes me a heap.
An" yet after I rescoos Peter from the demoralisin" inflooences of the gray mare, an" begins to pick up the other members of the team on the journey back, I"m some deepressed when I don"t see Tom or Jerry. Nor is either of them mules by the waggons when I arrives.
"It"s onadulterated cussedness! Jerry, with no hobbles an" merely draggin" a rope, can lope about free an" permiscus. Tom, with nothin" to hamper him but his love for Jerry, is even more lightsome an" loose.
That Jerry mule, hatin" me an" allowin" to make me all the grief he can, sneakingly leaves the trail some"ers after I turns him an" touches him up with the lash. An" now Tom an" Jerry is sh.o.r.ely hid out an" lost a whole lot. It"s nothin" but Jerry"s notion of revenge on me.
"I camps two days where I"m at, an rounds up the region for the trooants.
I goes over it like a fine-tooth comb an" rides James to a show-down.
That bronco never is so long onder the saddle since he"s foaled; I don"t reckon he knows before thar"s so much hard work in the world as falls to him when we goes ransackin" in quest of Tom an" Jerry.
"It"s no use; the ground is hard an" dry an" I can"t even see their hoof-marks. The country"s so rollin", too, it"s no trouble for "em to hide. At last I quits an" throws my hand in the diskyard. Tom an" Jerry is sh.o.r.e departed an" I"m deeficient my two best mules. I hooks up the others, an" seein" it"s down hill an" a easy trail I makes Tascosa an"
refits.
"I never crosses up on Tom an" Jerry in this yere life no more, but one day I learns their fate. It"s a month later on my next trip back, an"
I"m camped about a half day"s drive of that same locoed plaza of Tramperos. As I"m settin" in camp with the sun still plenty high--I"m compilin" flapjacks at the time--I sees eight or ten ravens wheelin" an"
cirklin" over beyond a swell about three miles to the left.
""Tom an" Jerry for a bloo stack!" I says to myse"f; an" with that I cinches the saddle onto James precip"tate.
"Sh.o.r.e enough; I"m on the scene of the tragedy. Half way down a rocky slope where thar ain"t gra.s.s enough to cover the brown nakedness of the ground lies the bones of Tom an" Jerry. This latter, who"s that obstinate an" resentful he won"t go back to camp when I wallops him on that gray mare mornin", allows he"ll secrete himse"f an" Tom off to one side an" worrit me up. While he"s manooverin" about he gets the half-inch rope he"s draggin" tangled good an" fast in a mesquite bush.
It sh.o.r.ely holds him; that bush is old Jerry"s last picket---his last camp. Which he"d a mighty sight better played his hand out with me, even if I does ring in a trace-chain on him at needed intervals. Jerry jest nacherally starves to death for gra.s.s an" water. An" what"s doubly hard the lovin" Tom, troo to the last, starves with him. Thar"s water within two miles; but Tom declines it, stays an" starves with Jerry, an" the ravens an" the coyotes picks their frames."
CHAPTER IX.
The Influence of Faro Nell.
"Thar"s no doubt about it," observed the Old Cattleman, apropos of the fairer, better s.e.x--for woman was the gentle subject of our morning"s talk; "thar"s no doubt about it, females is a refinin" an" enn.o.blin"
inflooence; you-all can hazard your chips on that an" pile "em higher than Cook"s Peak! An" when Faro Nell prefers them requests, she"s ondoubted moved of feelin"s of mercy. They sh.o.r.e does her credit, said motives does, an" if she had asked Cherokee or Jack Moore, or even Texas Thompson, things would have come off as effective an" a mighty sight more discreet. But since he"s standin" thar handy, Nell ups an"
recroots Dan Boggs on the side of hoomanity, an" tharupon Dan goes trackin" in without doo reflection, an" sets the Mexicans examples which, to give "em a best deescription, is sh.o.r.e some bad. It ain"t Nell"s fault, but Dan is a gent of sech onusual impulses that you-all don"t know wherever Dan will land none, once you goes pokin" up his ha"r-hung sensibil"ties with su"gestions that is novel to his game.
Still, Nell can"t he"p it; an" in view of what we knows to be the female record since ever the world begins, I re-a.s.serts onhesitatin"
that the effects of woman is good. She subdooes the reckless, subjoogates the rebellious, sobers the friv"lous, burns the ground from onder the indolent moccasins of that male she"s roped up in holy wedlock"s bonds, an" p"ints the way to a higher, happier life. That"s whatever! an" this dramy of existence, as I once hears Colonel Sterett say, would be a frost an" a failure an" bog plumb down at that, if you was to cut out the leadin" lady roles an" ring up the curtain with nothin" but bucks in the cast."
"Narrow an" contracted as you may deem said camp to be, Wolfville itse"f offers plenty proof on this head. Thar"s Dave Tutt: Whatever is Dave, I"d like for to inquire, prior to Tucson Jennie runnin" her wifely brand on to him an" redoocin" him to domesticity? No, thar"s nothin" so evil about Dave neither, an" yet he has his little ways.
For one thing, Dave"s about as extemporaneous a prop"sition as ever sets in a saddle, an" thar"s times when you give Dave licker an"
convince him it"s a o"casion for joobilation, an" you-all won"t have to leave no "call" with the clerk to insure yourse"f of bein" out early in the mornin." Son, Dave would keep that camp settin" up all night.
"But once Dave comes onder the mitigatin" spells of Tucson Jennie, things is changed. Tucson Jennie knocks Dave"s horns off doorin" the first two weeks; he gets staid an" circ.u.mspect an" tharby plays better poker an" grows more urbane.