The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1891-03-11
AN IDYL OF THE LIT.


the ranch house. awaiting supper. The
Mexican cook has Just begun his fragrant
task, so a half hour must elapse before
these Arabs are fed Their ponies are
turned into the wire pasture, their big
Colorado saddles repose astrde the low
pale fence which surrounds the house,
and it is evident that their riding is over
for the day
Why are they gloomy? Not boy of
them can tell One is from Princeton,
too They have been partners and com
naneros and worked" the FIT cattle to-
gether for months, and nothing ever
came in misunderstanding or cloud.
The ranch house is their home, and
theirs has been the unity of brothers..
A week ago pretty girl, the daughter
of one Of the owners, came to the ranch
from the east. She was protected in
this venture by an old and gnarled aunt
watchfuI as a ferret, sour as lime
Not that the pretty girl needs watching;
she is indeed in every move proprletys
climax. No soft or dulcet reason woos
her to the west: she comes on no love
errand She is elegantly and profoundly
tired of the east. that is all, and longs
for western air and western sights. She
has been at the FIT ranch a week. and
the boys have met her, every one Inc
meeting or meetings were marked by
awkwardness as to the boys, utter in
difference IA to the pretty girl She
met them as she met the ponies, COWS
horned toads and other animals. domes-
tic and Indigenous to eastern New Mex
ico While every cowboy was blush
ngly conscious of her, she was purely
and serenely guiltless of giving him
thought.
Before this pretty girl came the boys
were friends, and the calm tenor OF their
relations with each other had never a
ripple She was not there day before
each drew himself insensibly from the
others, and vague hostility shone
dimlv in their eyes 1t was the instinct
of the fighting male animal aroused by
the presence of the pretty girl. She,
however proceeded on her daily way,
sweetlv unconscious of the sentiments
she had awakened
Men are mere animals; women are,
too, for that matter, but they are very
different animals from men, The eff
fort the race makes to be the other, bet
ter or different than beasts fails. 1t al
ways failed; it will always fail Civili-
zation-culture- the varlest veneer
and famously thin. A year on the plains
cracks this veneer - this shell = and
leaves the animal exposed This is by
the expanding growth of all that is ami
malish in man; these attributes of the
physical being fed and pampered by a
plains existence.
The dark, vague, impalpable differ
ences which cut off each of these Great
ures from his fellows and inspired him
with an unreasoning and unmeasurable
hate had grown with the brief week of
their existence A philosopher would
look for trouble soon on the HIT.
sWhat did you go and take my saddle
for Yesterday Bill?" said Jack Moore to
boy by the name of Bill Watkins
cause | allows I'll ride it some"
saws Watkins Il thought it might like
to carry a high grade cowpuncher once"
We'll, don't take it no more" said
Moore, moodily, ignoring the gay lnso-
ence in the reply "Leastwise, don't
come a-takin of it an sayin' nothin'.
You can palaver Americana, can't you?
When you aims to ride my saddle agin,
ask for it: if you can't talk make signs,
and if you can't make sign, shake a
bush but don't go Injunin' off no saddle
of mine no more"
Whatever do you allow is liable to
happen If take it agin tomorryT' in
quired Bill in high scorn.
Bill was of more vivacious temper
than the gloomy Moore
you takes it agin an mingles with
you whole lot mighty prompt" re-
| piled Moore in tone Of obstinate injury.
These BOYS were brothers in affection
before that pretty girl came, and either
would have gone afoot all day to lend
his saddle to the other. Going afoot, too
is the last thing, let me assure you, a
| cowboy viii do
We'll don't you fail to mingle none" p"
said Bill, with cheerful ferocity," on ac-
! count Of its being me- crossed the trail
/ of the shorthorn like you, over ON the
Panhandle onct, an puts him in the fire
an has plenty of fun with him"
Stop the play now, right yere," said
Tom Rawtns, the Hr range boss, " .
was sitting close at hand you all
spring trouble round yere an III be init.
Whatever's the matter with all you peo-
pie anyway; You're like passel of sore
head dogs for more'n week now.
You're shorely loo many for me to sabe'
an ular gives you up
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ply, tut the cook called them 20 supper
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