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Updated: May 17, 2025
"A Staff Orf'cer man, clean as a new rifle, rides up an' sez: 'What damned scarecrows are you? "'A comp'ny av Her Majesty's Black Tyrone an' wan av the Ould Rig'mint, sez Crook very quiet, givin' our visitors the flure as 'twas. "'Oh! sez the Staff Orf'cer; 'did you dislodge that Reserve? "'No! sez Crook, an' the Tyrone laughed. "'Thin fwhat the divil have ye done?
"A white woman!" announced Johnny triumphantly. Bela frowned and stole a side glance at Sam. The men having lately come from the land of white women were not especially impressed. "Only one white woman here before," Johnny went on. "Her comp'ny trader's wife. This her sister. Call Mees Mackall. Her old, but got no 'osban' at all. That is fonny thing I t'ink. Boys say all tam talk, laugh, nod head.
"Well, now, Rena," answered her mother, "of co'se you're too dignified, sence you've be'n 'sociatin' with white folks, to be hoppin' roun' an' kickin' up like Ma'y B. an' these other yaller gals; but of co'se, too, you can't slight the comp'ny entirely, even ef it ain't jest exac'ly our party, you'll have to pay 'em some little attention, 'specially Mr.
'You've been thrapped, sez he. 'Ju Sheehy wud be the betther for a man's name to hers as soon as can. An' ye thought ye'd put the comether on her, that's the natural vanity of the baste. Terence, you're a big born fool, but you're not bad enough to marry into that comp'ny.
I want to see my brot'ers after the war. So I go say good-bye to my friend. But he say, 'Hold on, Musq'oosis, I goin' too. I say, 'W'at you do up there? Ain't no white men but the comp'ny trader. He say, 'I got fight somesing. I fight nature." "Nature?" repeated Bela, puzzled. Musq'oosis shrugged. "That just his fonny way of talk. He mean chop tree, dig earth, work. So he come wit' me.
Bud he says somethin' about eatin' breakfast in Usher, and bein' hungry and likin' good comp'ny, I waits till the train pulls up and crawls under the baggage. And here I be." "We'll have to get you a hat and a coat. We'll stop at the next barber-shop. You wash up and get shaved. We'll wait. Then we'll head for the court-house." "Me ranch?" And Sundown beamed through his grime.
His father was a rich man owned the cooper shop an' the saw-mill an' the tannery an' a lot o' cleared land down in the valley. He kep' comp'ny with her fer two or three year. Then all of a sudden folks began to talk the women in partic'lar. Ye know men invented hell an' women keep up the fire. Kate didn't look right to 'em.
A great, rudely built stone chimney was smoking languidly one afternoon. Leaning against this chimney, as if for protection and support, was a little cabin gray and decrepit with age. The door of the cabin stood wide open, for the warm spring was well advanced in the South. There was no need of a fire, but Aun' Jinkey, the mistress of the abode, said she "kep' hit bunin' fer comp'ny."
Narcisse caught step with Richling, and they walked side by side. "How I learned to mawch, I billong with a fiah comp'ny," said the Creole. "We mawch eve'y yeah on the fou'th of Mawch." He laughed heartily. "Thass a 'ime! Mawch on the fou'th of Mawch! Thass poetwy, in fact, as you may say in a jesting way ha! ha! ha!" "Yes, and it's truth, besides," responded the drearier man.
Though I needn't caution ye, I guess, sence I found out some time ago that you've got a power o' sympathy in your fly-about little body. Hm-m. I've 'most talked the legs off the iron pot, hain't I? It's time to quit, an' hark! Them's wheels! They're drivin' in here. They're on our gravel, sure. Look out the winder, child, an' see who 'tis. I'm most too tuckered out for more comp'ny to-night.
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