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"I'm talkin' to a fella that ought to know better than to get sassy to me," said Overland, "or to cut my trail like that." Saunders rode on. "Seen him before?" asked Collie. "Yep. Twice over the end of a gun. He come visitin' me and Billy at a water-hole out in the dry spot. We got to exchangin' opinions. Two of mine he ain't forgot, I guess."
"I've knowed Jasper a long time, but folks don't git round a visitin' now like they uster. Never seed yo' father drunk in my life swear it's a fact; never did. I'll bet he kin whup a ground-hog as big as he is. And I'll sw'ar, ain't this little Jimmie Starbuck?" "My name is Jim and I am a Starbuck," the preacher answered. "Thought I know'd you.
But before ye apologize, meet my friend here, Mister Lannarck, lightweight circus man, who's visitin' us here en lookin' around for relics en sich. That's why I brought him over." Old Jim took the extended hand of the little man and held it while he talked. "Thar's been a lot of people had their necks stretched up in this deestrict for being caught in bad company, young man.
"We're out there, visitin' one of our summer folks, as you might say. Remember Mis' Fredericks?" "Why, what the deuce kept you from telling me so at once?" Westover demanded, indignantly. "Guess I hadn't got round to it," said Whitwell, with dry relish. "Do you mean that Cynthia's there?" "Well, I guess they wouldn't cared much for a visit from me."
After that he rested his elbows upon his great, bony knees and smoked meditatively. "You tell Mr. Picardy that I ain't visitin' nobody, so he needn't consider that I'm company," announced Jerry, after a wait that was beginning to rasp the nerves of his visitors. "I come here to live! He's called this land hisn, by authority uh the king uh Spain, you say, for over twenty year.
One old gentleman as took a fancy to me w'en I wos a boy, said to me, one fine day, w'en I chanced to be ashore visitin' my mother says he, `My boy, would ye like to go with me and live in the country, and be a gardner? `Wot, says I, `keep a garding, and plant taters, and hoe flowers an' cabidges? `Yes, says he, `at least, somethin' o' that sort. `No, thankee, says I; `I b'long to the sea, I do; I wouldn't leave that 'ere no more nor I would quit my first love if I had one.
Lonesome Pete evidently taking the gasp as prompted by a deep awe that he should know a man who wrote books, smiled broadly and went on: "Yes, suh. I'm real sure I knowed him. You see, I was workin' a couple er years ago for the Triangle Bar outfit. Young Jeff Comstock, the ol' man's son, he used to hang out in the East. An' he had a feller visitin' him.
"An old doctor might go visitin' without his medicine-case, but a young one would be sure to take it along, no matter where he was goin'. Now you get it, please, quick." "My notion is," said he, when I returned from the kitchen with the case, "that you mix somethin' that might soothe her a little, if she has got anything the matter with her brain, and which won't hurt her if she hasn't.
A woman wuz there a visitin', Miss Bombus'es aunt, I think, and she spoke up and said that she fully approved of her niece Bombus'es decision. And she said, "As for herself, she never give to any subject that she hadn't thoroughly canvassed." Says I, "There they all are in that little hut, you can canvass them at any time. Though," says I, thoughtfully, "Marvilla might give you some trouble."
I never does bend myse'f to severe study of savages an' what notions I packs concernin' 'em is the casual frootes of what I accidental hears an' what I sees. It's only now an' then, as I observes former, that Injuns invades Wolfville; an' when they does, we-all scowls 'em outen camp sort o' makes a sour front, so as to break 'em early of habits of visitin' us.
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