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Updated: July 13, 2025
Jaybird's got his blanket wropped, 'round him so he looks like a savage. It ain't long when we-alls hears the tenderfoot comin' down the canyon; it's likely he's half-mile away.
'Pass over them documents for Cherokee Hall, an' don't hold out nothin' onto us. We-alls is 'way too peevish to stand any offishul gaieties to-day. "'Thar's no one weak-minded 'nough to write to me none, says Cherokee. `Which I remarks this yere phenomenon with pleasure. Mail- bags packs more grief than joy, an' I ain't honin' for no hand in the game whatever.
Thar's no pass-out then but down him, an' we sadly treads tharin. An', goes on Enright, some thoughtful, if this yere Mexican, after we-alls is that patient an' liberal with him, abuses our confidences an' escapes, we leaves it a lone-hand play to you.
"We-alls sees Billy's wounded, an' tharfore it's a ha'r-line deal to say anythin'; but as well as we can we tells him that what Willyum says, that a-way, bein' less'n two year old, is the mere prattle of a child, an' he's not to be depressed by it. "'Sech breaks, says Dan Boggs, 'is took jocose back in the States.
My jokes is good, high-grade jokes; an' when you-all talks of me bein' morose, it's a mere case of bluff. An' so Jaybird goes on a-holdin of himse'f funny ontil we- alls has him to bury. "No; Jaybird ain't his shore-'nough name; it's jest a handle to his 'dentity, so we-alls picks it up handy and easy. Jaybird's real name is Graingerford, Poindexter Graingerford.
It's fifteen years since I buys a stamp or gets a letter, an' all thirst tharfor is assuaged complete. "'Fifteen years is shore a long time, says Enright, sorter to himse'f, an' then we-alls hops into our letters ag'in. Finally Cherokee breaks in once more.
Doc Peets says, himse'f, nothin' can he'p him; an' when Peets quits a little thing like consumption an' shoves his chair back, you-alls can gamble a gent's health, that a-way, is on a dead kyard. "I recalls how Rainbow Sam dies; which he rides out into eternity easy an' painless. We-alls is into a poker-game nne night-that is, five of us when Doc Peets is called away.
"'That's all right, says Jack, who's done camped in a room back of the Red Light, 'now hop out an' tell the barkeep to give you a pint bottle. We-alls has this yere game payin' div'dends in two minutes. "Jack gets his bottle an' fills her up with goat's milk; an' makes a stopper outen cotton cloth an' molasses for the infant to draw it through.
"'It'll come handy to humor up the old woman with, when I gets back to camp, he says; so he tucks the skelp into his war-bags an' thanks Mace for the interest he takes in his household. "'That's all right, says Mace; 'no trouble to curry a little short hoss like that. "He shakes hands with the Arkansaw gent, an' we-alls rounds up to Bob Step's an' gets a drink.
"It's mebby the spring after we erects the Bird Cage Op'ry House, an' Wolfville is gettin' to be considerable of a camp. We-alls is organized for a shore-'nough town, an Jack Moore is a shore-'nough marshal, with Enright for alcalde that a-way, an' thar's a heap of improvements.
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