United States or Barbados ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The towerist female is that ign'rant of what's going' on, she's pesterin' 'round all onconscious, makin' bakin'-powder biscuit at the time. I looks at her close, an' I wonders even yet what that Black Dog's thinkin' of. But I don't get much time to be disgusted over this Black Dog's taste before he comes p'intin' out from among his people.
That's the worst thing about a towerist; he's that loaded with cur'osity, an' that gregar'ous an' amiable, he has to go foolin' 'round every stranger lie tracks up with. In their ign'rance they even gets that roode an' insultin' at times, that I knows 'em who's that regardless an' imp'lite as to up an' ask a rank stranger that a-way to pass'em his gun to look at.
'Ondoubtedly he acts for the best as he sees it. But jest as you puts it: s'pose Dave ain't hungerin' none for this towerist woman himse'f, the headlong way he goes after this yere Black Dog, settin' of the war-jig the next sun-up, an' all without even sayin' "Let me look at your hand," to this female, jestifies them inferences of yours.
But this oughter be a lesson to you, Dave, not to go romancin' 'round with strange women no more. "'It's a forced play, I tells you, says Dave. 'Them Injuns has us treed. It's a case of fight or give up that she-towerist, so what was I to do? "`Well, says Enright, some severe, you might at least have consulted with this yere towerist woman some. But you don't.
But a shorthorn, that a-way, should reserve his jedgment till he gets acquainted, or gets lynched, or otherwise experiences the West in its troo colors. While Arizona, for speciment, don't go up an' put her arms about the neck of every towerist that comes chargin' into camp, her failure to perform said rites arises rather from dignity than hauteur.
That's the outside of the store. "'Well, stranger, says Dave in reply, takin' of the towerist one side, 'I ain't aimin' to discourage you none, but you-alls has gone an' got all tangled up in your lariat. "'What for an ontanglement is it? asks the towerist. "'Nothin', says Dave, sorter breakin' it to him easy, 'nothin', only you've done married your daughter to one of them Injuns.
"Which I've onfolded to you prior of Jennie's gettin' jealous of Dave touchin' that English towerist female; but this yere last trouble ain't no likeness nor kin to that. Them gusts of jealousy don't do no harm nohow; nor last the day. They're like thunder showers; brief an' black enough, but soon over an' leavin' the world brighter.
I ain't afraid of Jennie; she's a kind, troo he'pmeet; but ever since that onfortunate entanglement with the English towerist lady her suspicions sets up nervous in their blankets at the mere mention of frivolities wherein she hears my name. I asks you, tharfore, not to go sayin' things to feed her doubts. With Tucson Jennie, my first business is to live down my past.
I don't reckon none of 'em'll ever come back soon, neither. "But it's the towerist woman makes the trouble from start to finish. It's a letter from her which she writes back to Dave, allowin' she'll thank him some more as her preserver, that brings the news to Jennie. Tucson Jennie gets this missive, an' ups an' rifles an' reads it to herse'f a whole lot.
I guess she could tell that herself." "But, Red, I'm not kidding. I told her uncle about the bunch and the guy on the desert." "Did he believe it?" "I guess so. He ain't said much. But he gives me the chance to make good. He must have believed somethin'." "Well, stick to it, Collie. You never was cut out for a genuine towerist like me, anyhow. It ain't in your blood."
Word Of The Day