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"And Munchausen's score?" I queried. "The same, naturally. But it makes him king-pin in golf circles just the same, because nobody can go back on his logic," said Boswell. "Munchausen reasoned it out very logically indeed, and largely, he said, to protect his own reputation. Here is an imaginary warrior, said he, who makes a bully, but wholly imaginary, score at golf.
"The pure contralto sings in the organ loft, The carpenter dresses his plank the tongue of his foreplane whistles its wild ascending lisp, The married and unmarried children ride home to their Thanksgiving dinner, The pilot seizes the king-pin he heaves down with a strong arm, The mate stands braced in the whale-boat lance and harpoon are ready, The duck-shooter walks by silent and cautious stretches, The deacons are ordained with crossed hands at the altar, The spinning-girl retreats and advances to the hum of the big wheel, The farmer stops by the bars, as he walks on a First Day loafe, and looks at the oats and rye, The lunatic is carried at last to the asylum, a confirmed case, He will never sleep any more as he did in the cot in his mother's bedroom; The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case, He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blurr with the manuscript; The malformed limbs are tied to the anatomist's table, What is removed drops horribly in a pail; The quadroon girl is sold at the stand the drunkard nods by the bar-room stove, The machinist rolls up his sleeves the policeman travels his beat the gate-keeper marks who pass, The young fellow drives the express-wagon I love him, though I do not know him, The half-breed straps on his light boots to compete in the race, The western turkey-shooting draws old and young some lean on their rifles, some sit on logs, Out from the crowd steps the marksman, takes his position, levels his piece; The groups of newly-come emigrants cover the wharf or levee, As the woolly-pates hoe in the sugar-field, the overseer views them from his saddle, The bugle calls in the ball-room, the gentlemen run for their partners, the dancers bow to each other, The youth lies awake in the cedar-roofed garret, and harks to the musical rain, The Wolverine sets traps on the creek that helps fill the Huron, The reformer ascends the platform, he spouts with his mouth and nose,
"You needn't think you're king-pin of the punching bag," went on the tall boy, who had lost control of his temper because of the exhibition. "Thank you, Flapp, what I think and what I don't think isn't any of your business." "Pooh! I've heard about you and your two brothers, Dick Rover. They tell all sorts of stories about you, but I don't believe the half of them."
Wise himself had failed, and he had selected Oscar, and the young man was delighted at the prospect of maintaining the great special's confidence in his ability. Meantime the conversation continued. "When are you to meet these people?" "I don't know exactly. The king-pin is out West. He is liable to return any day." "And then?" "You are to give an exhibition of your skill."
"Irrigatin', huh?" said Mark, abstractedly, moving his finger down the column of names. "He makes a blind of buyin' up cattle and fattenin' 'em on the hay and alfalfer he's raisin' up there on my good land, but he's the king-pin of the rustlers in this corner of the state. He'll be in here tomorrow with cattle for the Indian agent it's beef day and you can size him up.
"Why, Cheseldine's." Fletcher's beard nodded as his jaw dropped. Duane laughed. "I run into him the other day. Knowed him on sight. Sure, he's the king-pin rustler. When he seen me an' asked me what reason I had for bein' on earth or some such like why, I up an' told him." Fletcher appeared staggered. "Who in all-fired hell air you talkin' about?" "Didn't I tell you once? Cheseldine.
Too ill and nervous for the store, and too resourceless for the house, he had worried through twelve hours as wearing as any he could recollect. He imagined himself as still the king-pin of the Marshall & Belden Company indeed, he found in that belief some consolation for his difficulty in reconciling himself to the style and title that the course of the business had finally evolved.
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