Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1883-07-12

material don't last long, if you ever
noticed it.
Zone queer notion she had (and thar
was a good many just as queer that L
can't remember) was about the stars
comm out of an evenin' over the sea.
She named the brightest and biggest
ones after the prophets. You see, she
had the Bible read to her n good deal,
and she could rattle off every one of
them like little parrot.
II can see her now, just Us she used
to look, standin' thar at the front win
der of that room where you see the
light, looking out over the sea, when
the sun had gone down, watchin for
the stars. Her yellow curls would be
hyin', and her eyes shinin' just like
stars themselves; and thar we would sit
watchin' her and a-smiling to each
other. Then how she would shout when
she saw one And laugh! 1t sounded
like lot OF silver bells. The first one
was Elijah, if / remember right
'Thar's 'Lijahr she'd holler, and turn
round and laugh at us.
Then thar was Nehemiah and Zach
ariah and all the rest. She didn't say
them more than half right, with her
little sweet bit of voice. (She hadn't
any schoolin' on account of her bein'
delicate, and suppose she was little
behind most girls of her age.) And
how we would laughr'
But thar was one Gurus thing about
it, thar was one star she would never
tell us the name of; it was the biggest
and brightest of the whole lot.
-.
cried the captain, putting his hands to
his eyes, and gazing intently. Yes.
that's the very one! l Is'pose you know
what the right name isP"
Venus" said Miss Kent.
81 s'poSe so. Wall, / don't know
what ever that child had named it, but
we couldn't make her tell us anyhow:
I'd try to hire her with pepp' 'mints, and
she'd look at them SO wiStful that it
was enough to make anybody cry, but
she wouldn't bulge an inch, and her
father would talk to her and tell her
she didn't love him, because she
wouldn't tell, till she would cry as if
her little heart would break, but she
never would tell the name she'd d give
TO that star. But sometimes | d see her
stand and look, and look at it with her
great blue solemn eyes till | was all of
a shiver, without knowing why. 1t
almost seemed as if she saw something
about it that we didn't.
'Wall, there was good many queer
ideas that she got, as said, but be-
lieve the queerest of them all was tho
folks around here, when thar's any
extra tradn' to do, always 90 thar.
OF course her father and mother had
been a good many times, and suppose
she'd heard good deal about it, off
and on; and the little thing, ever
since she had been big enough to talk,
or know anything, had been crazy to
90 to Portland. ! don't know, and
never did, exactly, how it happened
that they never took her when she
teased SO hard to go; they generally was
most ready to cut their fingers off to
please her. s'pOse it must have been
along of her bein' So delicate, alw avs.
an its bein apretty long, hard ride to
Portland; dare say they were so ten
der of her that they was afraid TO risk
her. Anyhow, the pretty little bird was
always takin about goin' to Portland,
and always wantin' 10 be told some
thing about it,
"'When did yoH 90 to Portland,
Uncle Bijah?' (she always called me
Uncle 'Bjah), she would ask. She
would climb up on my knee, and put
her little bit of II slim arm round my
neck. Oh. Lord! remember just how
she used to do it"
Miss Kent sat rigidly, quietly, listen
ing, her bright, keen eyes fixed on his
face.
"gTell what YOU saw in Portland.