""Texas," observes the Colonel, a heap severe, "I"d hate to feel that your observations is the jeerin" offspring of distrust."
""Me distrust!" replies Texas, hasty to squar" himse"f. "I"d as soon think of distrustin" that Laredo divorce of my former he"pmeet! An" as the sheriff drives off two hundred head of my cattle by way of alimony, I deems the fact of that sep"ration as fixed beyond cavil. No, Colonel, you has my fullest confidence. I"d go doubtin" the evenhanded jestice of Cherokee"s faro game quicker than distrustin" you."
""An" I"m present to say," returns the Colonel mighty complacent, "that I looks on sech a.s.soorances as complimentary. To show which I onhesitatin"ly reels off that eepisode to which I adverts.
""I"m only a child; but I retains my impressions as sharp cut an" cl"ar as though she happens yesterday. It"s a time when one of these legerdemain sharps pastes up his bills in our village an" lets on he"ll give a show in Liberty Hall on the comin" Sat.u.r.day evenin". An" gents, to simply read of the feats he threatens to perform would loco you!
Besides, thar"s a picture of Satan, black an" fiery an" frightful, where he"s he"pin" this gifted person to foist said mir"cles upon the age. I don"t exaggerate none when I a.s.serts that the moment our village gets its eye on these three-sheets it comes to a dead halt.
""Old Squar" Alexanders is the war chief of the hamlet, an" him an" the two other selectmen c"llects themse"fs over their toddies an" canva.s.ses whether they permits this wizard to give his fiendish exhibitions in our midst. They has it pro an" con ontil the thirteenth drink, when Squar" Alexanders who"s ag"in the wizard brings the others to his views; an" as they staggers forth from the tavern it"s the yoonanimous decision to bar that Satan-aided show.
"""Witches, wizards, elves, gnomes, bull-beggars, fiends, an" devils is debarred the Bloo Gra.s.s Country," says Squar" Alexanders, speakin" for himse"f an" his fellow selectmen, "an" they"re not goin" to be allowed to hold their black an" sulphurous ma.s.s meetin"s yere."
""It comes Sat.u.r.day evenin" an" the necromancer is in the tavern eatin"
his supper. Sh.o.r.e! he looks like common folks at that! Squar"
Alexanders is waitin" for him in the bar. When he shows up, carelessly pickin" his teeth, it"s mebby half a hour before the show, Squar"
Alexanders don"t fritter away no time, but rounds up the wizard.
"""Thar"s no show which has Satan for a silent partner goin" to cut itse"f loose in this village," says Squar" Alexanders.
"""What"s this talk about Satan?" responds the wizard. "I don"t savey no more about Satan than I does about you."
"""Look at them bills," says Squar" Alexanders, an" he p"ints to where one is hangin" on the barroom wall. It gives a picture of the foul fiend, with pitchfork, spear-head tail an" all. "Whatever do you call that?"
"""That"s a bluff," says the wizard. "If Kaintucky don"t get tangled up with Satan ontil I imports him to her fertile sh.o.r.es, you cimmarons may regyard yourse"fs as saved."
"""Be you-all goin" to do the sundry deeds you sets forth in the programmes?" asks Squar" Alexanders after a pause.
"""Which I sh.o.r.ely be!" says the wizard, "an" if I falls down or fails you can call me a ab"litionist."
"""Then all I has to say is this," returns Squar" Alexanders; "no gent could do them feats an" do "em on the level. You"d have to have the he"p of demons to pull em off. An" that brings us back to my first announcement; an" stranger, your show don"t go."
""At this the wizard lets on he"s lost patience with Squar" Alexanders an" declares he won"t discuss with him no more. Also, he gives it out that, Satan, or no Satan, he"ll begin to deal his game at eight o"clock.
"""Very well!" rejoins Squar" Alexanders. "Since you refooses to be warned I shall sh.o.r.e instruct the constable to collar you on the steps of Liberty Hall." As he says this, Squar" Alexanders p"ints across to Chet Kishler, who"s the constable, where he"s restin" hhnse"f in front of Baxter"s store.
""This yere Chet is a giant an" clost onto eight foot high. It"s a warm evenin", an" as the wizard glances over at Chet, he notices how that offishul is lazily fannin" himse"f with a barn-door which he"s done lifted off the hinges for that coolin" purpose. The wizard don"t say nothin", but he does turn a mite pale; he sees with half a eye that Satan himse"f would be he"pless once Chet gets his two paws on him.
However, he a.s.soomes that he"s out to give the show as per schedoole.
""It"s makin" toward eight when the wizard lights a seegyar, drinks four fingers of Willow Run, an" goes p"intin" out for Liberty Hall.
Chet gets up, hangs the barn-door back on its hinges, an" sa"nters after. Squar" Alexanders has posted Chet as to his dooties an" his orders is to prounce on the necromancer if he offers to enter the hall.
That"s how the cavalcade lines up: first, the wizard; twenty foot behind is Chet; an" twenty foot behind our constable comes the public in a body.
""About half way to Liberty Hall the wizard begins to show nervous an"
oncertain. He keeps lookin" back at Chet; an" even in my childish simplicity I sees that he ain"t pleased with the outlook. At last he weakens an" abandons his idee of a show. Gents, as I fills my gla.s.s, I asks you-all however now do you reckon that wizard beats a retreat?"
"Thar"s no reply. Dan, Texas, an" the others, while Colonel Sterett acquires his licker, shakes their heads dumbly as showin" they gives it up.
""Which you"d sh.o.r.ely never guess!" retorts the Colonel, wipin" his lips. "Of a sudden, this wizard tugs somethin" outen his pocket that looks like a ball of kyarpet-rags. Holdin" one end, quick as thought he tosses the ball of kyarpet-rags into the air. It goes straight up ontil lost to view, onwindin" itse"f in its flight because of the wizard holdin" on.
""Gents, that ball of kyarpet-rags never does come down no-more! An"
it"s all done as easy as a set-lock rifle! The wizard climbs the danglin" string of kyarpet-rags, hand over hand; then he drifts off an"
up"ards ontil he don"t look bigger than a b.u.mble-bee; an" then he"s lost in the gatherin" shadows of the Jooly night.
""Squar" Alexanders, Chet, an" the village stands strainin" their eyes for twenty minutes. But the wizard"s vamosed; an" at last, when each is convinced tharof, the grown folks led by Squar" Alexanders reepairs back into the tavern an" takes another drink."
""That"s a mighty marvellous feat your necromancer performs, Colonel,"
remarks Enright, an" the old chief is grave as becomes the Colonel"s revelations; "he"s a sh.o.r.e-enough wonder-worker, that wizard is!"
"But I ain"t got to the wonders none as yet," reemonstrates the Colonel, who s.p.u.n.ks up a bit peevish for him. "An" from the frequent way wherein I"m interrupted, it don"t look much like I will. Goin"
sailin" away into darklin" s.p.a.ce with that ball of enchanted kyarpet-rags,--that ain"t the sooper-nacheral part at all! Sh.o.r.e!
ondoubted it"s some hard to do as a feat, but still thar"s other feachers which from the standp"int of the marvellous overpowers it like four kings an" a ace. That wonder is this: It"s quarter to eight when the wizard takes his flight by means of the kyarpet-rags. Gents, at eight o"clock sharp the same evenin" he walks on the stage an" gives a show at St. Looey, hundreds of miles away.""
CHAPTER XIX.
The Luck of Hardrobe.
"Which I tells this yere narrative first, back in one of them good old Red Light evenin"s when it"s my turn to talk."
The Old Cattleman following this remark, considered me for a moment in silence. I had myself been holding the floor of discussion in a way both rambling and pointless for some time. I had spoken of the national fortune of Indians, their superst.i.tions, their ill-luck, and other savage subjects various and sundry. My discourse had been remarkable perhaps for emphasis rather than accuracy; and this too held a purpose. It was calculated to rouse my raconteur and draw him to a story. Did what I say lack energy, he might go to sleep in his chair; he had done this more than once when I failed of interest. Also, if what I told were wholly true and wanting in ripple of romantic error, even though my friend did me the compliment of wakefulness, he would make no comment. Neither was he likely to be provoked to any recital of counter experiences. At last, however, he gave forth the observation which I quote above and I saw that I had brought him out. I became at once wordless and, lighting a cigar, leaned back to listen.
"As I observes," he resumed, following a considerable pause which I was jealous to guard against word or question of my own; "I tells this tale to Colonel Sterett, Old Man Enright, an" the others one time when we"re restin" from them Wolfville labours of ours an" renooin" our strength with nosepaint in the Red Light bar. Jest as you does now, Dan Boggs takes up this question of luck where Cherokee Hall abandons it, an"
likewise the subject of savages where Texas Thompson lays "em down, an"
after conj"inin" the two in fashions I deems a heap weak, allows that luck is confined strictly to the paleface; aborigines not knowin"
sufficient to become the target of vicissitoodes, excellent or otherwise.
""Injuns is too ignorant to have what you-all calls "luck,"" says Dan.
"That gent who"s to be affected either up or down by "luck" has got to have some mental cap"bilities. An" as Injuns don"t answer sech deescriptions, they ain"t no more open to "luck" than to enlight"ment.
"Luck" an" Injuns when took together, is preepost"rous! It"s like talkin" of a sycamore tree havin" luck. Gents, it ain"t in the deck!"
An" tharupon Dan seals his views by demandin" of Black Jack the bottle with gla.s.ses all "round.
""When it comes to that, Boggs," says Colonel Sterett, as he does Dan honour in four fingers of Valley Tan, "an" talkin" of luck, I"m yere to offer odds that the most poignant hard-luck story on the list is the story of Injuns as a race. An" I won"t back-track their game none further than Columbus at that. The savages may have found life a summer"s dream prior to the arrival of that Eytalian mariner an" the ornery Spainiards he surrounds himse"f with. But from the looks of the tabs, the deal since then has gone ag"inst "em. The Injuns don"t win once. White folks, that a-way, is of themse"fs bad luck incarnate to Injuns. The savage never so much as touches "em or listens to "em or imitates "em, but he rots down right thar. Which the pale-face sh.o.r.ely kills said Injuns on the nest! as my old grand-dad used to say."
""When I recalls the finish of Hardrobe," I remarks, sort o" cuttin" into the argyment, the same bein" free an" open to all, "an" I might add by way of a gratoot.i.ty in lines of proof, the finish of his boy, Bloojacket, I inclines to string my chips with Colonel Sterett."
""Give us the details concernin" this Hardrobe," says Doc Peets. "For myse"f, I"m p.r.o.ne an" eager to add to my information touchin" Injuns at every openin"."
"As Enright an" the rest makes expression sim"lar, I proceeds to onbuckle. I don"t claim much for the tale neither. Still, I wouldn"t copper it none for it"s the trooth, an" the trooth should allers be played "open" every time. I"ll tell you-all this Hardrobe story as I onfolds it to them."
It was here my friend began looking about with a vaguely anxious eye. I saw his need and pressed the b.u.t.ton.
"I was aimin" to summon my black boy, Tom," he said.
When a moment later his favourite decanter appeared in the hands of one of the bar-boys of the hostelry, who placed it on a little table at his elbow and withdrew, the necessity for "Tom" seemed to disappear, and recurring to Hardrobe, he went on.
"Hardrobe is a Injun--a Osage buck an" belongs to the war clan of his tribe. He"s been eddicated East an" can read in books, an" pow-wows American mighty near as flooent as I does myse"f. An" on that last p"int I"ll take a chance that I ain"t tongue-tied neither.