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"It's old Mother Martha, the market woman who sells things in her little stall around here. And some of those mean skunks are plaguing her, like they often do, she tells me, stealing her apples, and laughing at her, because she's lame with the rheumatism, and can't chase after 'em!" said William, who happened to be one of the trio brought to a halt so suddenly.
Some Injuns is smart, an' gol ding their pictur's! they kin talk like a cat-bird. A skunk has a han'some coat an' acts as cute as a kitten but all the same, which thar ain't no doubt o' it, his friendship ain't wuth a dam. It's a kind o' p'ison. Injuns is like skunks, if ye trust 'em they'll sp'ile ye. They eat like beasts an' think like beasts, an' live like beasts, an' talk like angels.
"And hoe the garden? Oh, yes; I think I see you." "Well, I won't do it. You better let me 'lone." "Little Beaver, what do they do when an Injun won't obey the Council?" "Strip him of his honours. Do you remember that stick we burned with 'Sapwood' on it?" "Good idee. We'll burn Hawkeye for a name and dig up the old one" "No, you won't, you dirty mean Skunks!
"There are too many places along this trail, where them skunks could hide and shoot us without our getting a shot back at them, to suit me. But they will hardly venture to take a shot at us, while we are with a crowd of armed men like that. Hurrah! Come on!" and, striking his pack-horse with his whip, Thure hurried on down the hill.
"Plenty of foreign rats, and native 'coons, and skunks, and other varmint. Wal, Squire, go on with it." The voice of Uncle Sam was stern, and his face full of rising fury, as I, who had made that noise in my horror, tried to hush my heart with patience. "The story is well known," continued the stranger: "we need make no bones of it. George Castlewood went about under a curse "
"Talk to Paw," he advised contemptuously. "The two of yuh may possibly be able to stand each other without gittin' sick; but me, I never did git used to skunks!" That remark very nearly got him a through ticket to Land Beyond. But, being very nearly what Casey had called them, they contented themselves with mouthing vile epithets.
Chicago was then a swamp where the skunks, after whom it is called, held undisputed revels. To-day Chicago numbers about 300,000 souls, and it is about "the livest city in our great Republic; sir." Chicago lies almost 1000 miles due west of New York.
"I'm glad I chanced along, Washburn," answered the head cowboy. "After this I think I'll set a guard. If it leaks out that there is gold on this ranch there will be all sorts of fellows beside those skunks trying to locate claims around here." "Will you go up to the house with me?" "No. I'll stick around here a while and see if those fellows come back.
Not a day or a night passes, from the time the eggs are laid till the young are flown, when the chances are not greatly in favor of the nest being rifled and its contents devoured, by owls, skunks, minks, and coons at night, and by crows, jays, squirrels, weasels, snakes, and rats during the day.
"Dirty skunks!" he panted. "Had their bellyful before I'd begun." Blob was laughing to himself. "Oi loike killin," he gurgled. "It goos in so plop-loike." A figure, tall and black as a winter tree, shot up against the light on the shingle-bank, and hung a second there. The Parson waved. "Too late, Monsieur le Poseur," he called mockingly. "Better luck next time."
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