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His fluency was of an eagerness that parried interruption or inquiry. "So you've come acrosst the Big Bend! Ain't it a cosey place? Reminds me of them medicine pictures, 'Before and After Using. The Big Bend's the way this world looked before using before the Bible fixed it up, ye know. Ever seen specimens of Big Bend produce, ma'am? They send 'em East. Grain and plums and such.
He did it, faithfully enough but in a fashion of his own. First he read back a few pages to get the hang of the thing. Then he shook down Cash's fountain pen, that dried quickly in that heat. Then he read another page as a model, and wrote: June 19. Mosquitoes last night was worse than the heat and that was worse than Gila Bend's great white way. Hunted up the burros.
"The big bend's the place," said Joel. "The creek makes a perfect horseshoe, with bluff banks almost twenty feet high on the north and northwest. One hundred yards of fencing would inclose five acres. Our cows used to shelter there. It's only a mile above the house." "What's the soil, and how about water?" inquired the gray-haired foreman, arising.
"Your kindness has taken a load off my mind. I know more than I did yesterday morning. No, I won't get sparking the girl with the old man around. See you again some time." And he passed out of Forks. "That feller's a decent no, he's a gentleman," muttered Slum, staring after the receding horseman. "Guess Skitter Bend's jest about the place fer him.
"Quite a lot of other people come here this is Anglers' Bend. At least, Anglers' Bend's quite close to your camp. Why, only, to-day there's Jim and the boys, and black Billy, and me! We're not wallabies!" "Jim and the boys and black Billy and me!" echoed the old man faintly. "Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!
My active partner had handled his assignment of the summer's work in a masterly manner, having wholesaled my herd at Dodge City at as good figures as our other cattle brought in retail quantities at The Bend. The former point had received three hundred and fifty thousand Texas cattle that summer, while every one conceded that Great Bend's business as a trail terminal would close with that season.
"It's been gettin' worse, Jake," remarked Anderson. "Most of this won't be cut at all. An' what is cut won't yield seedlings. I see a yellow patch here an' there on the north slopes, but on the most part the Bend's a failure." "Father, you remember Dorn's section, that promised so well?" asked Lenore. "Yes. But it promised only in case of rain. I look for the worst," replied Anderson, regretfully.
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