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Updated: June 8, 2025
Here is the Watts' 'Happy Warrior, and Dick listen I didn't mean it as a token when I offered to send it up. I meant it as a rallying cry; but now that you take it as a token, I can't say that it isn't; only I really didn't mean to push you over the edge of things as I did. I didn't mean to go over the edge myself. If I had heard Senator Moyese talk, I couldn't have been so childish and ignorant.
The law says equal rights to all; and you say fight; but who is going to see that the law is carried out, unless the people awaken and become a Vigilant Committee for the Nation? Tell Sheriff Flood to go out and round up those rustlers: he'll hide under the bed for a week, or 'allow he don't like the job. Senator Moyese got him that berth. He's going to hang on like a leech to blood.
I guess the kid is doing the same thing as you and me: 'Give us this day our daily bread. How's the story? Will you give it a flare head?" "Will there be any charge?" ironically repeated the news-man. "Not for Moyese," smiled the handy man sleepily, "and say, if I were you, I'd do one of two things, get rid of my conscience or get a tonic for my nerves." The telephone rang.
By that time, I fancy we'll hear from people who have been losing stock all the way up from Arizona. Moyese will be keeping mighty quiet." "Meanwhile, Mr. White-vest, who planned all this deviltry he goes free! These are only the poor rowdy tools for " "For the Man Higher Up," finished Wayland. "Wayland, who is this white-vested anarchist, this vested-righter who subverts your laws?"
It's the same with the roses, and the same with men; and now where's your fine theory of all men equal?" As Bat did not care to remind the Senator that his own career from the ghetto up contradicted all this fine philosophy, he left the question unanswered. Moyese pushed the glasses up on his nose and returned to the map.
"They seem to be riding away to a world of dreams," said the little lady in black. Mr. Bat Brydges and Senator Moyese walked slowly and reflectively past the Range Cabin towards the charred burn and timber slash of O'Finnigan's abandoned homestead. "It's that damned rant the old fellow let off in the court room," said Brydges. "Rant doesn't win elections, Brydges! It has to be fought out!
We've to pass and approve all homesteads in the National Forests. You may not know it; but those are homesteads. You ask Senator Moyese when he weeps crocodile tears 'bout the poor, poor homesteader run off by the Forest Rangers! If the homesteader got the profits, there'd be some excuse; but he doesn't.
He was unremitting in his attention to the duties of his station, and gained, by his assiduity and amiable deportment, the highest regard of his employer. A week before a certain New-year's-day, Mr. Moyese sat musing over some presents that had just been sent home, and which he was on the morrow to distribute amongst his nephews and nieces.
What did Moyese mean to-night when he spoke of 'bow-and-arrow aristocracy'? Will you believe me that is the first I have ever heard of it? Who is Calamity? Will you tell me if you know? Why are we so apart from all the people of the Valley? What is a 'squaw man'? When I think, I am afraid for having let you become so interwoven. I did not mean to. It is wholly my fault.
"Brydges," interrupted Moyese sharply, "I'm going to tell you something; and you put it in your pipe and smoke it; and don't waste time running off on false clues. You leave that to women and sissies to the she-male man! Now listen, a man can't lose himself in the Desert: He can't lose himself in the Wilderness.
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