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Updated: June 16, 2025
Prince, that ancient palfrey, was the most harmless of all creatures, and would long since have been put out of misery but for the tender consideration of his owners. And Tunk well, they used to say of him, that if he had been truthful, he couldn't have been alive. "Sometime," Trove thought, "his folly may bring confusion upon wise heads." An Event in the Rustic Museum
"He must have been busy," said Trove, "and he's ruined his epitaph." "His epitaph?" "Yes; that one Darrel wrote for him: 'Here lies Tunk. O Grave! where is thy victory?" "Tunk has one merit: he never deceived any one but himself," said the widow. "Horses have run away with him," Trove continued. "His character is like a broken buggy; and his imagination that's the unbroken colt.
Then up on that wagon stepped a big Indian with moccasins on his feet, and a dress of deerskin with beads embroidered on it, and a headdress of many feathers and many colors too. He opened his mouth wide, and said something that sounded like a speech and yet like a song: "Ging-goo, ging goo, ging goo! Tunk a tin, tunk a tin, tunk a tin! Geegry goo, geegry goo, All-a-man lissen!"
Theron Allen arrived at nine o'clock, although at that hour two responsible men had already given a bail-bond. After dinner, Trove, a constable, and the attorney rode to Robin's Inn. The news had arrived before them, but only the two boys and Tunk were at home. The latter stood in front of the stable, looking earnestly up the road.
You-all can put down a bet it don't remind you none of nightingales or mockin' birds; but the Injuns likes it. Which their simple sperits wallows in said warblin's! But to my notion they're more calc'lated to loco a henhawk than furnish inspiration for a dance. "'Tunk! tunk! tunk! tunk! goes this rag-stick buck, while the squaws chorus along with, 'Hy-yah! hy-yah! hy-yah-yah-yah!
It began to kick and squirm with determined energy. Poor Miss Letitia had the very look of panic in her face. She clung to the fierce little creature, not knowing what to do. Miss S'mantha lay back in a fit of hysterics. Tunk advanced bravely, with brows knit, and stood looking down at the baby. "Lord! this is awful!" said he. Then a thought struck him.
"Hello," said he, gazing curiously at horse and men as they came up to the door. He seemed to be eyeing the attorney with hopeful anticipation. "Tunk," said Trove, cheerfully, "you have a mournful eye." Tunk advanced slowly, still gazing, both hands deep in his trousers pockets. "Ez Tower just went by," said he, with suppressed feeling. "Said you was arrested fer murder."
Tunk went ahead, bearing a pine torch, while Trove followed, the blanket over his shoulder. They built a roaring fire in front of the shanty and sat down to talk. "How have you been?" Trove inquired. "Like t' killed me there at the ol' maids'." "Were they rough with you?" "No," said Tunk, gloomily. "What then?" "Hoss." "Kicked?" was Trove's query. "Lord! I should think so. Feel there."
He could hear stealthy movements beyond the door, and knew they were barricading it with furniture. Long before daylight a hurried removal of the barricade awoke him. Then he heard a rap at the door, and the excited voice of Tunk. "Say, mister! come here quick," it called. Sidney Trove leaped out of bed and into his trousers.
I landed silently and stole up to the tent to see if he were exploring under the fly, as he sometimes did when I was away. A curious sound, a hollow tunk, tunk, tunk, tunk-a-tunk, grew louder as I approached. The curious sound was inside, growing more eager every moment tunk, tunk, tunk-a-trrrrrrr-runk, tunk, tunk!
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