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Crawfish Jim Crawfish Jim

Crawfish Jim
"Don't I never tell you the story of the death of Crawfish Jim?" The Old Cattleman bent upon me an eye of benevolent inquiry. I assured him that the details of the taking off of Crawfish Jim were as a sealed book to me. But I would blithely listen. "What was the fate of Crawfish Jim?"I asked. The name seemed a promise in itself. "Nothin' much for a fate, Crawfish's ain't," rejoined the Old Cattleman. "Nothin' whatever compared to some fates I keeps tabs onto. It was this a-way: Crawfish Jim was a sheep-man, an' has a camp out in the... Short Stories - Post by : megax - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 2081

Pinon Bill's Bluff Pinon Bill's Bluff

Pinon Bill's Bluff
"This narrative is what you-all might call some widespread," said the Old Cattleman, as he beamed upon me, evidently in the best of humors. "It tells how Pinon Bill gets a hoss on Jack Moore; leaves the camp bogged up to the saddle-girths in doubt about who downs Burke; an' stakes the Deef Woman so she pulls her freight for the States. "Pinon Bill is reckoned a hard game. He's only in Wolfville now an' then, an' ain't cuttin' no figger in public calc'lations more'n it's regarded as sagacious to pack your gun while Pinon Bill's about. "No; he don't down... Short Stories - Post by : mrzipster2244 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 1169

Old Sam Enright's 'romance' Old Sam Enright's "romance"

Old Sam Enright's 'romance'
"It mebby is, that romances comes to pass on the range when I'm thar," remarked the Old Cattleman, meditatively, "but if so be, I never notes 'em. They shorely gets plumb by me in the night." The old gentleman had just thrown down a daily paper, and even as he spoke I read on the upturned page the glaring headline: "Romance in Real Life." His recent literature was the evident cause of his reflections. "Of course," continued the Old Cattleman, turning for comfort to his inevitable tobacco pipe, "of course, at sech epocks as some degraded sharp takes to dealin' double... Short Stories - Post by : workforprofit - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 689

Bill Hoskins's Coon Bill Hoskins's Coon

Bill Hoskins's Coon
"Now I thoroughly saveys," remarked the Old Cattleman reflectively, at a crisis in our conversation when the talk turned on men of small and cowardly measure, "I thoroughly saveys that taste for battle that lurks in the deefiles of folk's nacher like a wolf in the hills Which I reckons now that I, myse'f, is one of the peacefullest people as ever belts on a weepon; but in my instincts--while I never jestifies or follows his example--I cl'arly apprehends the emotions of a gent who convenes with another gent all sim'lar, an' expresses his views with his gun. Sech is human... Short Stories - Post by : Trevor_Long - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 1564

A Wolfville Thanksgiving A Wolfville Thanksgiving

A Wolfville Thanksgiving
It was in the earlier days of autumn. Summer had gone, and there was already a crisp sentiment of coming cold in the air. The Old Cattleman and I had given way to a taste for pedestrianism that had lain dormant through the hot months. It was at the close of our walk, and we were slowly making our way homeward. "An' now the year's got into what hoss-folks calls the last quarter," remarked the old gentleman musingly. "You can feel the frost in the atmosphere; you can see where it's bit the leaves a lot, an' some of 'em's pale... Short Stories - Post by : stingray - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 3404

Mace Bowman, Sheriff Mace Bowman, Sheriff

Mace Bowman, Sheriff
"And so you think the trouble lies with the man and not with the whiskey?" I said. The Old Cattleman and I were discussing "temperance." "Right you be. This yere whiskey-drinkin'," continued the old gentleman as he toyed with his empty glass, "is a mighty cur'ous play. I knows gents as can tamper with their little old forty drops frequent an' reg'lar. As far as hurtin' of 'em is concerned, it don't come to throwin' water on a drowned rat. Then, ag'in, I've cut gents's trails as drinkin' whiskey is like playin' a harp with a hammer. Which we-alls ain't all... Short Stories - Post by : rjj2308 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 852

Dawson & Rudd, Partners Dawson & Rudd, Partners

Dawson & Rudd, Partners
"Whatever's the difference between the East an' the West?" said the Old Cattleman, repeating my question rather for the purpose of consideration than from any failure to understand: "What's the difference between the East an' the West? Which, so far as I notes, to relapse into metaphor, as you-alls says, the big difference is that the East allers shoots from a rest; while the West shoots off hand. "The West shore learns easy an' is quick to change a system or alter a play. It's plumb swift, the West is; an' what some regards as rough is mere rapidity. The West... Short Stories - Post by : trymelast.com - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 1221

Boggs's Experience Boggs's Experience

Boggs's Experience
"No; thar's nothin' prolix about Boggs. Which on the contrary, his nacher is shorely arduous that a-way. If it's a meetin' of the committee, for instance, with intent then an' thar to dwell a whole lot on the doin's of some malefactor, Boggs allers gets to a mental show-down ahead of the other gents involved. Either he's out to throw this party loose, or stretch his neck, or run him outen camp, or whatever's deemed exact jestice, long before sech slow-an'-shore people as Old Man Enright even looks at their hands. The trooth is, Boggs ain't so strong on jedgement; his... Short Stories - Post by : kkylara - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 2225

Jaybird Bob's Joke Jaybird Bob's Joke

Jaybird Bob's Joke
"Whatever makes this yere jaybird Bob believe he's a humorist," said the Old Cattleman one afternoon as we slowly returned from a walk, "whatever it is misleads him to so deem himself is shorely too many for me. Doc Peets tells him himse'f one day he's plumb wrong. "'You-all's nacherally a somber, morose party,' says Doc Peets this time, 'an' nothin' jocose or jocund about you. Your disp'sition, Jaybird, don't no more run to jokes than a prairie-dog's." "'Which I would admire to know why not?' says Jaybird Bob. "'Well,' goes on Doc Peets, 'you thinks too slow--too much like a... Short Stories - Post by : noseotter - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 2474

Slim Jim's Sister Slim Jim's Sister

Slim Jim's Sister
"Which thar's folks in this caravansary I don't like none," remarked the Old Cattleman, as I joined him one afternoon on the lawn. His tone was as of one half sullen, half hurt, and as he jerked his thumb toward the hotel behind us, it was a gesture full of scorn. "Thar's folks thar, takin' 'em up an' down, horns, hide, tallow, an' beef, who ain't worth heatin' a runnin'-iron to brand." "What's the trouble?" I inquired, as I organized for comfort with my back against the elm-tree which shadowed us. "No trouble at all," replied my old friend sourly, "leastwise... Short Stories - Post by : jaakko - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 3442

The Rival Dance-halls The Rival Dance-halls

The Rival Dance-halls
It was sweet and cool after the rain, and the Old Cattleman and I, moved by an admiration for the open air which was mutual, found ourselves together on the porch. As in part recompense for his reminiscences of the several days before, I regaled my old friend with the history of a bank-failure, the details as well as the causes of which were just then forcing themselves upon me in the guise of business. "The fact is," I said, as I came to the end of my story, "the fact is, the true cause of this bank's downfall was a... Short Stories - Post by : MoreHotDeals - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 1491

Jacks Up On Eights Jacks Up On Eights

Jacks Up On Eights
"No; you can hazard your wealth a lot, thar's no sooperstition lurkin' 'round in me or my environs; none whatever. I attaches no importance to what you-all calls omens." Somebody had undertaken a disquisition on dreams, and attempted to cite instances where the future had been indicated in these hazy visions of our sleep. This had served to turn the Old Cattleman's train of thought upon the weird. "Thar's signs, of course, to which I'd shorely bow, not to say pay absorbin' heed. If some gent with whom I chooses to differ touchin' some matter that's a heap relevant at the... Short Stories - Post by : cashflow - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 2507

The Man From Yellowhouse The Man From Yellowhouse

The Man From Yellowhouse
"That's straight, son; you shorely should have seen Jack Moore," continued the Old Cattleman, after a brief pause, as he hitched his chair into a comfortable position; "not seein' Jack is what any gent might call deeprivation. "Back in the old days," he went on, "Jack Moore, as I relates, is kettle-tender an' does the rope work of the Stranglers. Whatever is the Stranglers? Which you asks Borne late. I mentions this assembly a heap frequent yeretofore. Well, some folks calls 'ern the 'vig'lance committee'; but that's long for a name, so in Wolfville we allers allooded to 'em as 'Stranglers.'... Short Stories - Post by : Lissa - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 3423

A Wolfville Foundling A Wolfville Foundling

A Wolfville Foundling
"Does Jack Moore have sand? Son, is this yere query meant for humor by you? Which for mere sand the Mohave desert is a fool to Jack." The Old Cattleman's face was full of an earnest, fine sincerity. It was plain, too, that my question nettled the old fellow a bit; as might a doubt cast at an idol. But the sharpness had passed from his tone when he resumed "Not only is Jack long on sand that a-way, but he's plumb loaded with what you-alls calls 'nitiative. Leastwise that's what one of these yere fernologists allows, who straggles into camp... Short Stories - Post by : 50331 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 3074

Texas Thompson's 'election' Texas Thompson's "election"

Texas Thompson's 'election'
"An' between us," remarked the Old Cattle man, the observation being relevant to the subject of our conversation on the occasion of one of our many confabs, "between you an' me, I ain't none shore about the merits of what you-all calls law an' order. Now a pains-takin' an' discreet vig'lance committee is my notion of a bulwark. Let any outfit take a bale of rope an' a week off, an' if their camp ain't weeded down to right principles an' a quiet life at the end tharof, then I've passed my days as vain as any coyote which ever yelps.... Short Stories - Post by : Warrior101 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 2288

Cherokee Hall Cherokee Hall

Cherokee Hall
"An' you can't schedoole too much good about him," remarked the Old Cattleman. Here he threw away the remnant of the principe, and, securing his pipe, beat the ashes there-out and carefully reloaded with cut plug. Inevitably the old gentleman must smoke. His tone and air as he made the remark quoted were those of a man whose convictions touching the one discussed were not to be shaken. "No, sir," he continued; "when I looks back'ard down the trail of life, if thar's one gent who aforetime holds forth in Wolfville on whom I reflects with satisfaction, it's this yere Cherokee... Short Stories - Post by : tim3333 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 2737

The Man From Red Dog The Man From Red Dog

The Man From Red Dog
"Let me try one of them thar seegyars." It was the pleasant after-dinner hour, and I was on the veranda for a quiet smoke. The Old Cattleman had just thrown down his paper; the half-light of the waning sun was a bit too dim for his eyes of seventy years. "Whenever I beholds a seegyar," said the old fellow, as he puffed voluminously at the principe I passed over, "I thinks of what that witness says in the murder trial at Socorro. "'What was you-all doin' in camp yourse'f,' asks the jedge of this yere witness, 'the day of the killin'?'... Short Stories - Post by : nanae - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 2576

Tucson Jennie's Jealousy Tucson Jennie's Jealousy

Tucson Jennie's Jealousy
"No; Dave an' his wife prospers along all right. That is, they prospers all but once; that's when Jennie gets jealous." The Old Cattleman was responding to my question. I was full of an idle interest and disposed to go further into the affairs of Tutt and Tucson Jennie. "Doc Peets," continued the old gentleman, "allers tells me on the side thar's nothin' in Dave's conduct onbecomin' a fam'ly man that a-way, an' that Jen's simply barkin' at a knot. But, however that is, Dave don't seem to gain no comfort of it at the time. I can see myse'f she... Short Stories - Post by : lowtar28 - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 1905

Tucson Jennies Heart Tucson Jennies Heart

Tucson Jennies Heart
"'Whyever ain't I married?' says you." The Old Cattleman repeated the question after me as he settled himself for one of our many "pow-wows," as he described them. "Looks like you've dealt me that conundrum before. Why ain't I wedded? The answer to that, son, is a long shot an' a limb in the way. "Now I reckons the reason why I'm allers wifeless a whole lot is mainly due to the wide pop'larity of them females I takes after. Some other gent sorter gets her first each time, an' nacherally that bars me. Bill Jenks's wife on that occasion is... Short Stories - Post by : imported_n/a - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 1888

Enright's Pard, Jim Willis Enright's Pard, Jim Willis

Enright's Pard, Jim Willis
"If my mem'ry's dealin' a squar' game," remarked the Old Cattleman, as he moved his chair a bit more into the shade, "it's some'ers over in the foot-hills of, the Floridas when Enright vouchsafes why he hates Mexicans." The morning was drowsy. Conversation between us had in a sleepy way ranged a wide field. As had grown to be our habit we at last settled on Wolfville and its volatile inhabitants. I asked to be enlightened as to the sage Enright, and was informed that, aside from his courage and love of strict justice, the prominent characteristic of our Wolfville Lycurgus... Short Stories - Post by : syabas - Date : September 2011 - Author : Alfred Henry Lewis - Read : 1385