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So we started drivin’ north, an’ they jumped us." "Who?" "Yankees—th’ brand what probably set at home an’ let others do th’ real fightin’—ready to come in an’ take over once th’ shootin’ was done with. They grabbed th’ herd. Shot Will Bachus when he stood up to ’em, an’ made it all legal ’cause they had a tin-horn deputy ridin’ with ’em. Well, we got him anyway an’ two or three of th’ others.
But grant the ivy to be a preservative against drunkenness, that to please you, Trypho, we may name Bachus a physician, still I affirm that power to proceed from its heat, which either opens the pores or helps to digest the wine. Upon this Trypho sat silent, studying for an answer.
Anyway, she looked as if she pitied Him and would have loosed His bonds if she could. It wuz a dretful impressive picter, one that touched the most sacred feelin's of the beholder. There wuz a great fuss made over Alma Tadema's picter of "Crowning Bachus." But I didn't approve on't. The girls' figgers in it wuz very beautiful, with the wonderful floatin' hair of red gold crowned with roses.
The man graspt me warmly by the hand, and said he had been in America, Upper Canada, Africa, Asia Minor, and other towns, and he'd never met a man he liked as much as he did me. "Let us," he added, "let us to the shrine of Bachus!" And he dragged me into a public house. I was determined to pay, so I said, "Mr. Bachus, giv this gen'l'man what he calls for."
But I wanted to tell them girls that after they got Mr. Bachus all crowned, he'd turn on 'em, and jest as like as not pull out hull handfuls of that golden hair, and kick at 'em, and act. Mr. Bachus is a villain of the deepest dye. I felt jest like warnin' 'em. I like Miss Tadema's picters enough sight better pretty little girls playin' innocent games, and dreamin' sweet fancies By the Fireside.
"I swear to thee, not by the curls of Bachus, but by the soul of my father, that never in times past have I experienced even a foretaste of such happiness as I breathe to-day. But I yearn greatly; and what is stranger, when I am far from Lygia, I think that danger is threatening her. I know not what danger, nor whence it may come; but I feel it, as one feels a coming tempest."
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