""It is a trifle hasty," says Texas; "but do you cimmarons think I"m goin" to linger yere after Missis Rucker gives notice she"s preparin" to burn the ground around Tucson Jennie about Dave? Gents, I don"t pack the nerve! I ain"t lived three years with my former wife who gets that Laredo divorce I once or twice adverts to, an" not know enough not to get caught out on no sech limb as this. No, sir; I sees enough of woman an"
her ways to teach me that now ain"t no time to be standin" about irresoloote an" ondecided, an" I"m goin" to dig out for Tucson, you bet, ontil this uprisin" subsides."
"This example of Texas scares us up a whole lot; the fact is, it stampedes us; an" without a further word of argyment, the whole band makes a break for the corral, throws saddles onto the swiftest ponies, an" in two minutes we"re lost in that cloud of alkali dust we kicks up down the trail toward the no"th.
""Which I won"t say that this exodus is necessary," observes Enright, when ten miles out we slows up to a road gait to breathe our ponies, "but I thinks on the whole it"s safer. Besides, I oughter go over to Tucson anyway on business."
"The rest of us don"t make no remarks nor excooses; but every gent is feelin" like a great personal peril has blown by.
"The next day, we rounds up Doc Peets, an" he encourages us so that we concloods to return an" make a size-up of results.
""I sh.o.r.e hopes we finds Dave safe." says Dan Boggs.
""It"s even money," says Jack Moore, "that Dave pulls through. Dave"s a mighty wary sport when worst comes to worst; an" as game as redhead ants."
""That"s all right about Dave bein" game," retorts Dan, "but this yere"s a time when Dave ain"t got no show. I says ag"in, I trust he retains decision of character sufficient to go hide out doorin" the storm. It ain"t no credit to us that we forgets to bring him along."
""No; thar wasn"t no harm done," says Faro Nell, who reports progress to us after we rounds up in the Red Light followin" our return. Nell"s a brave girl an" stands a pat hand when the rest of us vamosed that time.
"Thar ain"t no real trouble. Missis Rucker merely sets fire to Jennie about the way she maltreats Dave; an" she says Jennie"s drivin" him locoed, an" no wonder. Also, she lets on she don"t see whatever Dave marries Jennie for anyhow!
""At that, Jennie comes back an" reminds Missis Rucker how she herse"f done treats Mister Rucker that turrible he goes cavortin" off an" seeks safety among the Apaches. An" so they keeps on slingin" it back"ards an"
for"ards for mebby two hours, an" me ha"ntin" about to chunk in a word.
Then, final, they cries an" makes up; an" then they both concedes that one way an" another they"re the best two people each other ever sees. At this juncture," concloods Nell, "I declar"s myse"f in on the play; an"
we-all three sets down an" admires Enright Peets an" visits an" has a splendid afternoon."
""An" wherever doorin" this emute is Dave?" asks Enright.
""Oh, Dave?" says Nell. "Why he"s lurkin" about outside som"ers in a furtive, surrept.i.tious way; but he don"t molest us none. Which, now I remembers, Dave don"t even come near us none at all."
""I should say not!" says Texas Thompson, plenty emphatic. "Dave ain"t quite that witless."
""Now, gents," remarks Doc Peets, when Nell is done, an" his tones is confident like he"s certain of his foothold, "since things has gone thus far I"ll sa"nter into the midst of these domestic difficulties an" adjust "em some. I"ve thought up a s"lootion; an" it"s apples to ashes that inside of twenty-four hours I has Jennie pettin" an" cossetin" Dave to beat four of a kind. Leave this yere matter to me entire."
"We-all can"t see jest how Peets is goin" to work these mir"cles; still, sech is our faith, we believes. We decides among ourse"fs, however, that if Peets does turn this pacific trick it"ll ondoubted be the crownin"
glory of his c"reer.
"After Peets hangs up his bluff, we goes about strainin" eyes an" y"ears for any yells or signal smokes that denotes the advent of said changes.
An", son, hard as it is to credit, it comes to pa.s.s like Peets prognosticates. By next evenin" a great current of tenderness for Dave goes over Jennie all at once. She begins to call him "Davy"--a onheard of weakness!--an" hovers about him askin" whatever he thinks he needs; in fact, she becomes that devoted, it looks like the little Enright Peets"ll want he"p next to play his hand for him. That"s the trooth: Jennie goes mighty clost to forgettin" Enright Peets now an" then in her wifely anxieties concernin" Dave.
"As for Dave himse"f, he don"t onderstand his sudden an" onmerited pop"larity; but wearin" a dazed grin of satisfied ignorance, that a-way, he accepts the sityooation without askin" reasons, an" proceeds to profit tharby. That household is the most reeconciled model fam"ly outfit in all broad Arizona. An" it so continyoos to the end.
""Whatever did you do or say, Doc?" asks Enright a month later, as we-all from across the street observes how Jennie kisses Dave good-bye at the door an" then stands an" looks after him like she can"t b"ar to have him leave her sight; "what"s the secret of this second honeymoon of Dave"s?"
""Which I don"t say much," says Peets. "I merely takes Jennie one side an" exhorts her to brace up an" show herse"f a brave lady. Then I explains that while I ain"t told Dave none--as his knowin" wouldn"t do no good--I regyards it as my medical dooty to inform her so"s she"ll be ready to meet the shock. "The trooth is, Missis Tutt," I says, "pore Dave"s got heart disease, an" is booked to cash in any moment. I can"t say when he"ll die exactly; the only sh.o.r.e thing is he can"t survive a year." She sheds torrents of tears; an" then I warns her she mustn"t let Dave see her grief or bushwhack anything but smiles on her face, or mightly likely it"ll stop his clock right thar. "Can"t nothin" be done for Dave?" she asks. "Nothin"," I replies, "except be tender an" lovin"
an" make Dave"s last days as pleasant an" easy as you can. We must jump in an" smooth the path to his totterin" moccasins with gentleness an"
love," I says, "an" be ready, when the blow does fall, to b"ar it with what fort.i.toode we may." That"s all I tells her. However, it looks like it"s becomin" a case of overplay in one partic"lar; our pore young namesake, Enright Peets, is himse"f gettin" a trifle the worst of it, an"
I"m figgerin" that to-morry, mebby, I"ll look that infant over, an"
vouchsafe the news thar"s something mighty grievous the matter with his lungs.""
CHAPTER XII.
Bill Connors of the Osages.
"Nacherally, if you-all is frettin" to hear about Injuns," observed the Old Cattleman in reply to my latest request, "I better onfold how Osage Bill Connors gets his wife. Not that thar"s trouble in roundin" up this squaw; none whatever. She comes easy; all the same said tale elab"rates some of them savage customs you"re so cur"ous concernin"."
My companion arose and kicked together the logs in the fireplace. This fireplace was one of the great room"s comforts as well as ornaments. The logs leaped into much accession of flame, and crackled into sparks, and these went gossiping up the mighty chimney, their little fiery voices making a low, soft roaring like the talk of bees.
"This chimley draws plenty successful," commented my friend. "Which it almost breaks even with a chimley I constructs once in my log camp on the Upper Red. That Red River floo is a wonder! Draw? Son, it could draw four kyards an" make a flush. But that camp of mine on the Upper Red is over eight thousand foot above the sea as I"m informed by a pa.s.sel of surveyor sports who comes romancin" through the hills with a spygla.s.s on three pegs; an" high alt.i.toods allers proves a heap exileratin" to a fire.
"But speakin" of Bill Connors: In Wolfville--which them days is the only part of my c"reer whereof I"m proud an" reviews with onmixed satisfaction--Doc Peets is, like you, inquis"tive touchin" Injuns. Peets puts it up that some day he"s doo to write books about "em. Which in off hours, an" when we-all is more or less at leesure over our Valley Tan, Peets frequent comes explorin" "round for details. Sh.o.r.e, I imparts all I saveys about Bill Connors, an" likewise sech other aborigines as lives in mem"ry; still, it shakes my estimates of Peets to find him eager over Injuns, they bein" low an" debasin" as topics. I says as much to Peets.
""Never you-all mind about me," says Peets. "I knows so much about white folks it comes mighty clost to makin" me sick. I seeks tales of Injuns as a relief an" to promote a average in favor of the species."
"This Bill Connors" is a good-lookin" young buck when I cuts his trail; straight as a pine an" strong an" tireless as a bronco. It"s about six years after the philanthrofists ropes onto Bill an" drags him off to a school. You-all onderstands about a philanthrofist--one of these sports who"s allers improvin" some party"s condition in a way the party who"s improved don"t like.
""A philanthrofist," says Colonel Sterett, one time when Dan Boggs demands the explanation at his hands; "a philanthrofist is a gent who insists on you givin" some other gent your money."
"For myse"f, however, I regyards the Colonel"s definition as too narrow.
Troo philanthrofy has a heap of things to it that"s jest as onreasonable an" which does not incloode the fiscal teachers mentioned by the Colonel.
"As I"m sayin"; these well-meanin" though darkened sports, the philanthrofists, runs Bill down--it"s mebby when he"s fourteen, only Injuns don"t keep tab on their years none--an" immures him in one of the gov"ment schools. It"s thar Bill gets his name, "Bill Connors." Before that he cavorts about, free an" wild an" happy onder the Injun app"lation of the "Jack Rabbit."
"Sh.o.r.e! Bill"s sire--a savage who"s "way up in the picture kyards, an"
who"s called "Crooked Claw" because of his left hand bein" put out of line with a Ute arrow through it long ago--gives his consent to Bill j"inin" that sem"nary. Crooked Claw can"t he"p himse"f; he"s powerless; the Great Father in Washin"ton is backin" the play of the philanthrofists.
""Which the Great Father is too many for Crooked Claw," says this parent, commentin" on his helplessness. Bill"s gone canterin" to his old gent to remonstrate, not hungerin" for learnin", an" Crooked Claw says this to Bill: "The Great Father is too many for Crooked Claw; an" too strong.
You must go to school as the Great Father orders; it is right. The longest spear is right."
"Bill is re-branded, "Bill Connors," an" then he"s done bound down to them books. After four years Bill gradyooates; he"s got the limit an"
the philanthrofists takes Bill"s hobbles off an" throws him loose with the idee that Bill will go back to his tribe folks an" teach "em to read.
Bill comes back, sh.o.r.e, an" is at once the Osage laughin"-stock for wearin" pale-face clothes. Also, the medicine men tells Bill he"ll die for talkin" paleface talk an" sportin" a paleface shirt, an" these prophecies preys on Bill who"s eager to live a heap an" ain"t ready to cash in. Bill gets back to blankets an" feathers in about a month.
"Old Black Dog, a leadin" sharp among the Osages, is goin" about with a dab of clay in his ha"r, and wearin" his most ornery blanket. That"s because Black Dog is in mournin" for a squaw who stampedes over the Big Divide, mebby it"s two months prior. Black Dog"s mournin" has got dealt down to the turn like; an" windin" up his grief an" tears, Osage fashion, he out to give a war-dance. Sh.o.r.e; the savages rings in a war-dance on all sorts of cer"monies. It don"t allers mean that they"re hostile, an"
about to spraddle forth on missions of blood. Like I states, Black Dog, who"s gone to the end of his mournful lariat about the departed squaw, turns himse"f on for a war-dance; an" he nacherally invites the Osage nation to paint an" get in on the festiv"ties.
"Accordin" to the rooles, pore Bill, jest back from school, has got to cut in. Or he has his choice between bein" fined a pony or takin" a lickin" with mule whips in the hands of a brace of kettle-tenders whose delight as well as dooty it is to mete out the punishment. Bill can"t afford to go shy a pony, an" as he"s loth to accept the larrupin"s, he wistfully makes ready to shake a moccasin at the _baile_. An" as nothin"
but feathers, blankets, an" breech-clouts goes at a war-dance--the same bein" Osage dress-clothes--Bill shucks his paleface garments an" arrays himse"f after the breezy fashion of his ancestors. Bill attends the war dance an" shines. Also, bein" praised by the medicine men an" older bucks for quittin" his paleface duds; an" findin" likewise the old-time blanket an" breech-clout healthful an" saloobrious--which Bill forgets their feel in his four years at that sem"nary--he adheres to "em. This lapse into aboriginal ways brews trouble for Bill; he gets up ag"inst the agent.
"It"s the third day after Black Dog"s war-dance, an" Bill, all paint an"
blankets an" feathers, is sa"nterin" about Pawhusky, takin" life easy an"
Injun fashion. It"s then the agent connects with Bill an" sizes him up.
The agent asks Bill does he stand in on this yere Black Dog war-dance.
""Don"t they have no roast dog at that warjig?" asks Dan Boggs, when I"m relatin" these reminiscences in the Red Light.
""No," I says; "Osages don"t eat no dogs."