The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1892-02-19
COYOTE-THAT-BITES

managed to achieve both those delight
full ends, and of all the happy savages OF
the Colorado desert he was the mos
riotously, unanimously happy. Will
what keen delight he had drawn hi
sharp blade across the throats of Jos,
Sanchez and his wife, after he had stoler
into their wagon in the gray dawn, anC
what thrills of joy shot through hi:
breast when he silenced the yells of theil
two little children with the butt end Of
their fathers own rifle. And then, wher
he had taken what gold was in the Mexi
cans bag, what mescal was in his demi
john, and had strapped Jose's rather
loose fitting cartridge belt about his sun
brown belly, with what fierce pleasure
he stole away from the scene of his
bloody work, and with the Mexican's
rifle ON his shoulder had wandered far
down the dry arroyo, slipping from the
demijohn the Supplying juice of the
agave from time to time until he felt
that he was growing drowsy.
Then he had dragged his uncertain
way along until he had come to the rail
road track. He stared stupidity at the
bright steel rails and looked up at the
humming wires in an awed sort of way.
He would like to lie there behind the
rocks, he thought, until some one should
come along the track, aud then try shot
at him with his newly acquired weapon.
The demijohn was growing light and
the rife was growing heavy. Well, it
was getting toward noon and rather
warm, even for an Apache, and he would
lie down in the shade of the rocks over
there and rest.
The humming of the wires is sooth-
ing sound, and no sooner had his head
touched the earth than sleep took
mighty hold upon him and wiped out
his realizing sense of joy, as sleep has a
way of doing with everybody that has
anything to be joyful for. And so he
lay, with the rifle by his side, and his
unspeakably hideous face turned up to-
ward the blue that arched the desert.
1t was quiet there and restful-no
sound save the music of the wires.
Stay, there were other sounds; but they
came some time after Coyote liabilities
had thrown himself upon the sand and
gone off to the land of Nod. They came
family at first, and mingled with the
murmurings of the wires. Surely they
were the voices of children.
. Had the red beast been awake he
might have imagined that they were the
haunting voices of the wee Mexican
children whose blood he had so ruthless
Iy shed that morning, but he heard them
not. They were very far from being
ghostlY voices anvway-those tones that
now piped forth so merrily as Dubs and
Gay trudged down the line. They were
walking to the scoopout along the road
Oed-not on the track, for that was for
hidden.
There were other things that were for
hidden, too, and one of them was stray
ing so far away from the station, but
Dubs was talking good care" of his
sister, and in the pride of |
his six full years he was equal to the
care of half dozen such as Gay.
To give Dubs all due credit, he did not |
know he was half mile from home, and
he really was going to turn back pretty !
soon. But the children had found many
their attention First there had been a
chase after young owl that could not
fly, and that made its way along in the |
most haphazard manner imaginable. |
Then horned toad had been captured,
and Dubs had dragged the disguised
prisoner along by string until he had
tired of the sport and had let him go
fThnr, olvxyauc Enanincr f.1ncn m |
the railroad, they had entered great |
Geld of cacti, where Dubs had tried very |
hard to pick "toonies" without getting |
the insidious, needlelike spines in his
fingers He was fairly successful, but
he would not let the fruit of the cactus
go into his sisters chubby hands until
It had been stripped of its dangers by his
ready jackknife.
"'F only had sum matches to build
Gre wiv," sighed Dubs, "I'd burn off
vese prickles JUS like We Injuns does"
"O-or came suddenly from under
Gays sunbonnet. "Wot's DAFT"
"W'y, it's a Jug" and Dubs left the
and started toward the pile Of
rocks where lay the Coyotes demijohn, |
and where also lay the Coyote himself.
The two trudged up the little slope, |
and Dubs grasped the handle of the
demijohn, only to let it drop again and
spring back quickly with Gay in his
arms, for he had caught sight of the
Coyote, and he was smitten with sud-
den desire to go home.
But he saw the Indian did not move, |
and so he suddenly became very brave.
He was certainly sound asleep and no
more to be feared than papa when he lay
on the lounge in his midday repose.
Then, too, Dubs was quite sure he was
q ''worky Injun," like the Yaquis, who
and picked on the railroad, and
so his mind became wholly at ease.
The Coyotes cartridge belt, which
bad been so loosely strapped, had fallen
off and lay by his side. There were
hundred very interesting bits of brass
sticking in it, and the children soon had
these scattered all about in the sand by /
the snoriHg Coyote. In the scramble for |
her share of the innocent toys, Gay let
one of them drop on the Coyotes leg.
Perhaps the mescal's influence was on
che vvane. for a big brown knee was