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"Bluff Head!" he muttered; "well, 't ain't as bad as the Hills, but it's all bad an' muddlin', an' I don't feel equal t' tacklin' it. The dear Lord knows I don't. I hate t' have a job what I know from the start I'm goin' t' botch, but the Lord's got t' take the consequences if He calls 'pon me. 'T warn't any of my doin's, the Lord knows that!"
I've often thought thet ef at the Jedgment the good Lord would only examine me an' all them thet went to school in my day, in the old blue-back speller 'stid o' tacklin' us on the weak pints of our pore mortal lives, why, we'd stand about ez good a chance o' gettin' to heaven ez anybody else. An' maybe He will who knows?
Brushin' away, as fur as your powers can, the black cob-webs from your own civilizations whilst you are tacklin' the scrubbin' brush to cleanse older and dirtier ones, and don't for mercy sake in the name of freedom take away freedom from any race or nation. I d'no what else you can do."
Outside the doctor's office Blister and Bob met Houck. The Brown's Park man scowled at the puncher. "I'm not through with you. Don't you think it! Jus' because you had a lucky fluke escape " "Tacklin' a crazy wild beast whilst you an' me were holin' up," Blister interjected. Houck looked at the fat man bleakly. "You in this, Mr. Meddler?
"Opened the door, I suppose, and started shooting," said Bard, "if I had the courage." The other stared at him. "You heard this story before?" "Not this part." "Well, that was jest what we done. First off, it sounds like a fool way of tacklin' them; but when you think twice it was the best of all.
But tacklin' hard jobs as I always tackle 'em, I sot down calm in front of him with my umbrell on my lap and told him all of Serepta's errents, and how I had brought 'em from Jonesville on my tower.
The Gauchos of the Patagonian Pampas were famous for that feat of horsemanship. I asked Joe Isbel what he thought of such riding. And he said: "Wal, I can ride a wild steer bare-back, but excoose me from tacklin' a buckin' bronch without saddle an' stirrups." This coming from the acknowledged champion horseman of the southwest was assuredly significant.
"We don't know anything about yer bloomin' oranges.... I seen one of the saloon passengers moochin' round for'ard last night. You'd better search the saloon for your blarsted oranges, an' don't come round tacklin' the wrong men." It was not necessary to search our quarters, for the "offside" steward was sweeping orange peel out of the steerage for three days thereafter.
"But they they won't be drivin' that timber by floods, when they git to tacklin' these here valleys," he exclaimed. "Old Tom ses when they really git to lumberin' these mountains they'll skid it daown to the railroad tracks and yank it out by steam!" That sober statement in the piping voice had a strange effect upon Allison.
Some of them would speak in good-humored banter, some with premeditated malice; but their jibes would sting. "So you're tacklin' that wall in spite of all you said, are you, Martin?" "Ellen Webster's got you where she wanted you at last, ain't she, Martin?" "This would be a proud day for the Websters, Martin!"
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