San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-02-06


A little man, stockish, oily and red in
the face A jaunty fellow, too, with a
certain shabby air of coxcombry even in
his travel stained attire.
They were well mounted, both. The
long ruffian rode a sorrel, big and bony
as himself, and equally above such acct
dents as food or no food. The little vii
lain's mount was red roam, Flathead
horse, rather naggy, but perfectly hardy
and wiry-an animal that one would
choose to do thousand miles in twenty
days or a hundred between sunrise and
sunset. They had also two capital
mules, packed very light. One was
branded ga. g. A"
Distrust and disgust are infallible in
stincts. Mems hearts and lives are writ
ten ON their faces, to warn or charm.
Never reject that divine or devilish
record!
Brent read the strangers, shivered at
me, and said, soto voce, "What a
precious pair of cutthroats! We must
look sharp for our horses while they are
about"
"Yes," returned 1, in the same tone;
"they look to me like Sacramento gam
blers, who have murdered somebody,
and had to make tracks for their lives"
"The Cassius of the pair is bad
enough" said Brent; "but that oily little
wretch sickens me-"
The Objectionable stranger came to
our camp fire.
"Hello, menT' said he, with famil-
lar air, sits fine night" and meeting
with no response, he continued, ''but /
reckon you don't allow nothin else but
fine nights in this section"
"Bad company makes all nights bad"
says Jake chamberlain, gruffly enough.
Say; and good company betters the
orneriest sort er weather. The more the
merrier, eh?'
"Supposin its more perarer wolves or
more rattlesnakes or more horsethieving,
scalpin Utes!" says Jake, appropriated.
"Oh," said the newcomer little I'M
easily, 81 don't mean sech. mean jolly
dogs, like me and my pardener. We al
lowed you'd choose company in camp.
We'd like to stick our pegs in alongside
of your'n eff no gent hain't gothin to say
agin it,"
"It's free country" Jake said, sand
looks poorly roomy round here. You
ken camp whar you blame please-of
or on"
"Well," says the fellow, laying hold Of
this very slight encouragement, ''since
you're agreeable, We'll fry our pork over
your fire and hev smoke to better &C
quaintance."
she amt squimmidge," said Jake to
us, as the fellow walked off to call his
comrade. "He's bound to ring himself
into this here party, whoever says sickle
back. He's one er them Algerines what
don't know dark hint till it begins to
make motions and kicks 'em out. Well,
two more men, with two regiments al
ing on with the last train, the one now
in view, and steering for Fort Bridger.
As we stood watching, the lengthen-
ing file of white hooded wagons crept
slowly into sight. They came forward
diagonally to our line of view, travelling
apart at regular intervals, like the YES
sells of well ordered convoy. Now the
whole fleet dipped into long hollow,
and presently the leader rose slowly up
over the ridge and then slid over the
slope, like sail winging down the broad
back of surge. So they made their
way along over the rolling sweep of the
distance.
'This is Sizzum's last train; If the
women here are no more fascinating
than their shabby sisters of its forerun-
ners, we shall carry our hearts safe
home"
Larrap and Murker here joined us,
and, overhearing the last remarks, be-
gan to speak in very disgusting tone
of the women we had seen in previous
trains.
81 don't wish to hear that kind of
stuff" said Brent, turning sternly upon
Larrap.
sits free country, and I shall say
what blame please" the fellow said,
with grin.
"Then say it by yourself and away
from me-"
"You're blame squimmidge," said Lar
rap, and added a beastly remark.
Brent caught him by the collar and
gave him shake.
Murker put his hand to a pistol and
looked Murder, if daredp'
"None of that" said 1, stepping before
him.
Jake chamberlain, seeing the quar-
rel, came running up. "Now, Brother
Brent" said Jake, "no shindies in this
here Garden of Paradise. If the gent
has made remark what .techesy you.