The Lonesome TrailGrosset & Dunlap, 1908 - 297 pages Collection of loosely connected short stories. |
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Page 297 - ... nosey. . . . There was more, but Pink had gone to sleep, and so missed it. At sundown he awoke and saddled the night horse Chip Bennett had caught for him, then went to bed again. When shaken gently for middle guard, he dressed sleepily, donned a pair of white angora chaps, and stumbled out into the moonlight. Guided and coached by Cal, he took his station and began that monotonous round which had been a part of the life he loved best. Though stiff and sore from unaccustomed riding, Pink felt...
Page 179 - Pink rose obediently to the bait and asked him if he felt bad, but Weary only sighed the more. Then, growing confidential, he told how he had dreamed a dream the night before. With picturesque language, he detailed the horror of it. He was guilty of murder, he confessed, and the crime weighed heavily on his conscience. "Not only that," he went on, "but I know that death is camping on my trail.
Page 158 - Ain't it fierce?" he wanted to know. "My mother must have sure been light-minded when I was born, but there are two grandfathers who wanted a kid named after 'em. Them two names sure make a combination. You know what Cadwallader means, in the dictionary?" "Lord, no!" said Chip, putting away his book. "Battle arranger," Pink told him sadly. "Now, wouldn't that jostle yuh? It's true, too. It has sure arranged a lot of battles for me. When I went to school, I had to lick about six kids a day. At last,...
Page 301 - ... battered as to features and bewildered as to mind, blinked again and grinned feebly. "Yuh try an old gag that I wore out in Wyoming," went on Pink, warming to the subject. "Loadin' me with stuff that wouldn't bring the heehaw from a sheep-herder! Bah! You're extinct. Say" — Pink's fists kneaded Gal's diaphragm —"are yuh all ba-ad?" "Oh, Lord! No. I'm dead gentle. Lemme up.
Page 177 - Oh, Lord! No. I'm dead gentle. Lemme up." "D'yuh think that critter will quit the bunch ag'in tonight?" "He ain't liable to," Cal assured him. "Say, who are yuh, anyhow?
Page 164 - I picked it in town," he told them. "I hired it to punch cows, and its name is — wait a minute." He put away the tobacco sack, got out his book, and turned the leaves. "Its name is Percival Cadwallader Perkins.
Page 159 - ... was mine and I couldn't chuck it, I throwed in with an expugilist and learned how to fight proper. Since then things come easier. I ain't afraid now to wear my name on my hatband.
Page 163 - Excuse me a minute," Pink interrupted hurriedly. "I think the overseer is motioning for me." He hastened over to where Chip was standing alone, and asked if he should change his clothes and get ready to go to work. Chip told him it wouldn't be a bad idea, and Pink, carrying his haughty suit-case and another bulky bundle, disappeared precipitately into the bed-tent. "By golly!" spoke up Slim, "it looks good enough to eat." "Where did yuh pluck that modest flower, Chip?" Jack Bates wanted to know....
Page 173 - Cadwolloper's about all in. Day-herding's too strenuous for him." The last that came to him, someone was chanting: "Mamma had a precious lamb, his cheeks were red and rosy; And when he rode the festive bronc, he tumbled on his nosey. ..." There was more, but Pink had gone to sleep and so missed it. At sundown he awoke and saddled the night horse Chip Bennett had caught for him, then went to bed again. When shaken gently for middle guard, he dressed sleepily, donned a pair of white angora chaps, and...
Page 182 - Is ... is mine any good, Mr. Weary?" he quavered. "If he is, you can have him. I ... I'll stay and fool them as ... long as I can." "Perkins," said Weary solemnly, "you're sure all right! Let that posse think you're the man they want for half an hour, and I'm safe. I'll never forget yuh!" He had not thought of changing horses, but the temptation mastered him. He was riding a little sorrel, Glory by name, that could beat even the Happy Family itself for unexpected deviltry. Yielding to Pink's persuasions,...