San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-09-05
CAPT. DUCK.

Can't. Duck was Modoc Indian, with
the shortest possible legs. His legs were
so short that when he walked he wad-
died along like very fat duck, And
that is why he was called Capt, Duck at
the stage station, which was at the foot
of the great white mountain in the heart
of the Modoc country, Mount Shasta.
Some said his legs had been shot off in a
battle. And then some said his legs had
been eaten off by bear But do not
very well see how that could be, for his
feet were there, all right. And very big
feet they were, too; wide and big and
fiat like ducks feet. So think he must
have been born that way.
Poor Capt. Duck could not hunt very
well, or go on the war path with the
other Indians, and so he came to the
stage station to hire out with the few
rough men who kept the old log fort and
took care of the stage horses there.
These men did not like the old Indian,
glad to have him at the fort to rub down
and water tAe stage horses when the sun
was hot or there was frost in the air.
But they made all sorts of sport of the
poor Indian. And, indeed, they laughed
at him so much, and made SO much fun
of his short legs and big feet, that he
often wished he was dead. For he was
very sad and sensitive.
One day, Big Dan the stage driver left
at the station little boy whose father
and mother had died; for the boy had no
money to pay fare further. The rough,
lazy men there put him to work with the
Indian, and they named him Climber
Tim" because he was so slim and linn
ber And then they did not know his
name. But suppose that would have
made no difference, anyway; for, in the
mountains of California. they name folks
just what they please. And if boy
looks as if his name ought to be Timber
Tim" or Timber SLIM" or anything of
that sort, why that must be his name
and he can't help it.
The little orphan boy was sent out
every day with the short legged Ihdian,
up on the side of the mountain. to herd
the stage horses and keep guard over
them. He had belt, and pistol in it,
and bowie knife in it; and also a gun
to carry on his shoulder.
Pretty soon he came to like this very
much and began to grow like weed
and get fat. He and the Indian were
the best friends in the world. But the
men of the station, somehow, were hard
er and harsher than ever.
But Capt. Duck and the boy did not
mind it so very much now, for each had
friend-a friend in the other
They would buckle on their pistols as
soon as it was daylight and they had had
little breakfast of crackers and broiled
bear meat or venison, and, each mount
ing horse and driving the others, they
would go up on the mountain side and
there, by little grove of thick wood,
they would stop and let them Craze all
day. Sometimes Timber Tim would go
to sleep on a warm, fiat rock, while he
was supposed to stand guard and look
away to the right and to the left for In
dams on the war path. But Capt. Duck
would never betray him.
Every time that Big Dan, the stage
driver, came by he would make all sorts
of fun of Capt. Duck, as he hobbled
about and hitched up the four stage
horses, while the driver sat high up in
the box and snapped his long whip.
The Indian did not like Big Dan, and
Big Dan did not like the Indian. Dan
said the Indian was a spy, and told the
men at the stage station that some night
Capt. Duck would set fire to the place
and run away by the light of the blaze.
One hot day, as he sat on the box with
the four lines inshis hand ready to start
off at a gallop down the great mountain,
he told the Indian, with an oath, to
"waddle in on his duck legs and get
him drink.
rhe Indian did not move. Then Dan
struck him with his whip. The men
standing around roared with laughter
Still the sad faced cripple did not move
Then Dan struck him another cut across
the face.
The Indians brow grew dark and ter
rible, but he did not STIR Some one else
brought the drink, and then, the driver
swapping his whip, the stage dashed
away down the mountain and left the
Indian standing there, with the boy ten
derby wiping his friends bleeding face
and speaking kind and pitiful words to
him. The two friends went up on the
mountain side by the little pine grove,
and watched the horses as before, and
the Indian never spoke at all of what
had happened.