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Updated: June 5, 2025
While they waited and while they worked to bring Harve Tatum back to his senses, the men marveled at two amazing things.
Phelps, here, is fond of saying that he could buy and sell us all out any time he's a mind to; but he knew Harve wouldn't have given a tinker's damn for his bank and all his cattlefarms put together; and a lack of appreciation, that way, goes hard with Phelps. "Old Nimrod thinks Harve drank too much; and this from such as Nimrod and me!
One rendition had it that the firm of Stackpole Brothers sued the two Tatums Harve and Jess for an account long overdue, and won judgment in the courts, but won with it the murderous enmity of the defendant pair.
To him, as he was standing by a hammered iron gate, entered on horseback and the horse would have been cheap at a thousand dollars another young man. And this is what they said: "Hello, Dan!" "Hello, Harve!" "What's the best with you?" "Well, I'm so's to be that kind o' animal called second mate this trip. Ain't you most through with that triple invoiced college of yours?" "Getting that way.
He spent money enough on Harve to stock a dozen cattle farms and he might as well have poured it into Sand Creek. If Harve had stayed at home and helped nurse what little they had, and gone into stock on the old man's bottom farm, they might all have been well fixed. But the old man had to trust everything to tenants and was cheated right and left."
"G. W. Clay, coloured, 28, married, City." And so on, and so on. Great lumps were rising in Harvey's throat, and his stomach reminded him of the day when he fell from the liner. "May 10th. Once more a low, tearing cry from somewhere at the back of the hall. "She shouldn't ha' come. She shouldn't ha' come," said Long Jack, with a cluck of pity. "Don't scrowge, Harve," grunted Dan.
"Somebody tells Harve Hall, up thar at a dance on Hell-fer-Sartain one Christmas night, that Rich Harp had said somep'n' agin him an' Nance Osborn. An' somebody tells Rich that Harve had said sompe'n' agin Nance an' HIM. Hit was one an' the same feller, stranger, an' the feller was Abe. Well, while Rich an' Harve was a-gittin' well, somebody runs off with Nance. Hit was Abe.
The last of the fish had been whipped out, and Harvey leaped from the string-piece six feet to a ratline, as the shortest way to hand Disko the tally, shouting, "Two ninety-seven, and an empty hold!" "What's the total, Harve?" said Disko. "Eight sixty-five. Three thousand six hundred and seventy-six dollars and a quarter. 'Wish I'd share as well as wage."
"Seems like my mind don't reach back to a time when Harve wasn't bein' edycated," tittered the Grand Army man. There was a general chuckle. The minister took out his handkerchief and blew his nose sonorously. Banker Phelps closed his knife with a snap. "It's too bad the old man's sons didn't turn out better," he remarked with reflective authority. "They never hung together.
Dad's deeper'n the Whale-hole." Even as he spoke some one fired a pistol on the We're Here, and a potato-basket was run up in the fore-rigging. "What did I say, naow? That's the call fer the whole crowd. Dad's onter something, er he'd never break fishin' this time o' day. Reel up, Harve, an' we'll pull back."
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