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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Damn me, Keith, you came near giving me a shock," he said, jerkily. "Shouldn't be so careless not sure my heart's just right tendency to apoplexy, too got to be guarded against. Now, let me tell you something maybe you buried some poor devil out at Cimmaron Crossing but it wasn't Willis Waite. How do I know?
"'I reckons I'm wrong, Dan, says Thompson, turnin' apol'getic. 'Let it all go to the diskyard. I'm that peevish I simply ain't fit to stay yere nor go anywhere else. I ain't been the same person since my wife runs cimmaron that time an' demands said sep'ration.
"No more than an unborn babe. I have been here but an hour." "That's it: if yer had been longer thar wouldn't be no trouble. Yo're wanted for killin' a couple o' men out at Cimmaron Crossin' early yesterday mornin'." Keith stared at him too completely astounded for the instant to even speak. Then he gasped. "For God's sake, Hicks, do you believe that?"
Kemeys's laconic comment; and we can recognize the truth of the observation in this image. Perfectly at home and comfortable on its almost impossible perch, the cimmaron curves its great neck and turns its head upward, gazing aloft toward the height whence it has descended. "It's the golden eagle he hears," says the sculptor; "they give him warning of danger."
This was a fine, gentle mule. I called her Friendship. When the other animals grew weak I fastened the doubletree to the axle, and thus Friendship alone hauled the wagon fully three hundred miles. At the Cimmaron Springs we met a company of traders from St. Louis, with a train of thirty-eight wagons. One of their wagons was loaded with pitch-pine wood for cooking purposes.
Glad were they when, after three days of this frightful passage, they halted on the welcome banks of the Purgatoire, a cool mountain-stream, and saw rising before them the snowy summits of the lofty Cimmaron and Spanish peaks and knew that the desert was passed.
And that, then, was Willis Waite lying in that shallow grave near the Cimmaron Crossing, and for whose death he had been arrested. 'T was a strange world, and a small one. What a miserable ending to a life like his a division commander of the Army of Northern Virginia, a Lieutenant-Governor of his State.
On looking over the edge, they saw a tree shaking violently below them, and among its branches a large red body was visible. It was the cimmaron; and, to their astonishment, they perceived that he was hanging suspended by one of his huge horns, while his body and legs, kicking and struggling, hung out at their full length in the empty air!
"An involuntary `hurrah! broke from the hunters, who all recognised, at a glance, the `Carnero cimmaron, or `bighorn. He had cleared the precipice at two leaps, alighting each time on his huge crescent-shaped horns. "For a moment, both parties hunters and game seemed equally taken by surprise, and stood eyeing each other in mute wonder. It was but for a moment.
"While on the surface," they says, "the deal seems a little florid; still, when a gent armed with nothin' but a cold sense of jestice comes to pirootin' plumb through the affair with a lantern, he's due to emerge a lot with the conviction that Glidden's wrong." So Cimmaron is free in a minute. "'But thar's Glidden's store!
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