St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1901-11-02

Copyright, 1901, by Authors syndicate.)
ANK SIMMONS was never reck-
oned q particularly sociable in


II ANK SIMMONS was never reck
oned particularly sociable in
dividual, even when he was in "God'
Country" where sociability was pos
sible to some extent. The gro
Gerry at "the Corners" which
was the intersection of the Vim
ton, Crosbytown and Blockley roads
In Saline county, Mo-, Goods country
aforesaid, never had any great attrac
ton for Hank, and the habitues Of
that popular resort generally flowed
that Hank was right smart of good
company-fer hisself. He certainly
seemed to prefer spending his even
ings on the paternl eighty, mending
harness, reading the weekly paper, OF
even :'jess a-settin'" gazing blankly
into the fire of hickory logs, to the
charms of converse with the sages OF
the soap box. Equally he Stunned
''singin' school, and the strawberry
and ice cream festivals allured him not.
'Not," he said, "by derned sight,"
Therefore, he might have been con-
sidered eminently fitted for the soil
tary life of a sheep herder in the slopes
of the Jarillas, whittier he had drifted
in course of time, but he had to con-
fess at last that he found it "sort O.
lonesome" and that meant great deal
for him. An ordinarily gregarious
man would probably have gone stark
staring mad in from six months to q
year, but Hank had now followed the
focks for three years, far from human
habitation and the sound of human
voices, and he was still reasonably
sane.
Once in two or three months the sup
ply wagon came around, and then the
driver, Bill Williams, usually stayed
with him day or two and helped him
TO move camp to pastureShew. Occa-
sionally Mexican prospector OF .
party of Indians on hunt came into
his range, but the rest of the time
there was NO sound but the ceaseless
bleating Of his sheep and the quick
crunch of their teeth on the grass; no
sight but the same old everlasting hills,
with their scanty clothing of grease
wood and cactus and stunted pine; no
occupation but to SLOUGH along after
his imbecile charges, or lounge in the
shade OF rock and tree, no companion
ship. but that of the misnamed Diablo,
che half-bred sheep dog. It was no
wonder that he felt it 'sort Of lone
some
It was not so much the solitude, he
said afterwards, as the eternal bleat-
ing, bleating, bleating. Or, at least,
that in some way acted upon his nerves
and intensified the feeling Of lonel-
ness. It sometimes happens that q
herder who is not Mexican suddenly
snaps the cord Of his endurance and
runs amuck through the flock, with
awful slaughter. After this happens
he usually kills himself, for the sur
vivors con .inue to bleat. This is just |
as we'll. LOT he would be an awkward |
patient to conduct to . lunatic asy-
lum.
But this is beside the story, except
to explain that Hank was so anxious
to have Bill Williams stay with him for
awhile longer on the occasion of his
last visit, and why Bill was SO genuine
ly sorry that he could not.
I'D like to the best kind, Hank" said
the driver. "If Long wasn't short of
chuck an waitin' fer me on Madre Chi
quota. I'd do it, but I've got to hit the
trail shore. It's a sinche that you've
gotter come in, though, an I'll shore
bring some hombre to spell you Their
mex trip. Can you stick it out till
then? If you can't, get in the wagon
anyhow an let the sheep go to hell. A
mans worth more'n herd of snotty-
nosed sheep"
ooh, reckon kin stand It'll then"
sighed Hank; ''but it's shore lone
some" And SO the long whip cracked
and the brake ground on the wheels,
and the wagon slid after the trotting
mules down the trail.
In two days Hank was sorry that he
had not climbed into the wagon, and
whether he would not do
we'll to strike out afoot for the Madre
but there were Twin tracks
around the spring, and the coral was q
rail thing, SO he gritted his teeth and :
stayed, and then in his need came q !
nan and blackboard to the camp. It !
is safe to say that no man ever got q
heartier welcome. =
He stayed two days, and when he !.
went betrayed his eastern origin by 6
skiing for the "bill.'
''God!' exclaimed Hank, sef you q
My knew h ow tickled I've ben ter have t
Tou here! How much do l owe you, c
gardner? I'd like ter hire you fer the
lex three months jest ter talk ter n
me-" =
That gave the parting guest an idea. e,
Ie may have realized how this solitary /"
lerder felt. Perhaps even during his v
'rief journey the dreariness of the b
esert had entered into his own soul. b
It all events, he unpacked his big t,
owhide trunk and took therefrom q n
mall box and a paper parcel. From "
he box he took curious little ma 81
hine, upon which he fitted glossy hol- III
wv cylinder from the parcel; lastly m
tin funnel and winding up Y,