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Well, fellows, we had had it put all over us by this little Michigan woman, till we couldn't look each other in the face. We were accustomed to hardship and neglect, but here was genuine kindness enough to kill a cat. "Until we got within five miles of our camp that morning, old Bibleback wouldn't speak to me as we rode along.
When we got well out of sight of the house well, I've seen mule colts play and kid goats cut up their antics; I've seen children that was frolicsome; but for a man with gray hair on his head, old Bibleback Hunt that day was the happiest mortal I ever saw.
Then he turned halfway in his saddle and said: 'What kind of folks are those? 'I don't know, I replied, 'what kind of people they are, but I know they are good ones. 'Well, I'll get even with that little woman if it takes every sou in my war-bags, said Hunt. "When within a mile of camp, Bibleback turned again in his saddle and asked, 'When is Christmas? 'In about five weeks, I answered.
"The big augers of the outfit lived in Wichita, Kansas. Their foreman, Bibleback Hunt, and myself were returning from hunting this missing bunch of yearlings when night overtook us, fully twenty-five miles from camp. Then this Bull Foot stage came to mind, and we turned our horses and rode to it. It was nearly dark when we reached it, and Bibleback said for me to go in and make the talk.
I told Bibleback all this after we had gone to bed, and we found that our finances amounted to only four dollars, which she was more than welcome to.
Bibleback was worse off than I was; he couldn't do anything but look at the pictures on the wall. What was worrying me was, had she a husband? Or what was she doing away out there in that lonesome country? Then a man old enough to be her grandfather put in an appearance. He was friendly and quite talkative, and I built right up to him. And then we had a supper that I distinctly remember yet.
Now, old Bibleback was what you might call shy of women, and steered clear of the house until she sent her little boy out and asked us to come in. Well, we sat around in the room, owly-like, and to save my soul from the wrath to come, I couldn't think of a word that was proper to say to the little woman, busy getting supper.
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