The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-10-11

that sure-footed cayuse of yours and ride
down with me to-morrow-the Colimas in
from San Francisco tomorrow
I'm too tired he replied, and then he
went to sleep on my hands before / could
get an argument out of him.
BEGAN TO WABBLE.
Then, gradually, after the first month or
SO, / began to wabble. cut out the ride
TO the coast to meet the steamer. trying to
convince myself that was too busy. Then
l gradually famed myself out Of the no.
ton Of dressing every day for dinner. To
get away with this without appearing 10
crawfish in the eyes OF my cousin pretend
ed to sulk over the fact that he wouldn't
dress for dinner along with me.
IF you're going to continue looking like
a SLOUGH at the meal Of the day. told him.
what's the use OF my keeping on trying TO
throw the aroma OF civilization over this
plant?
THAT was cheap way OF getting out OF
1t, but. for fact, the dressing for dinner
business began TO get mighty tiresome;
hour the desire to strefcb mySelf outsbs
example OF all the others had a tremen-
dously soporifc effect-began to steal over
week after the a feeling hit me. reckon. -
I'll be dog-goned IL / siest' i said 10
myself: trying to get my teeth down on the
too fiabby. Til just load up on strong cof-
fee and fight this internal desire 20 lounge
around like the rest OF these doperinos'
getting into my system. My health and ap-
petite remained fine-but the enervation
was getting me all the same. One day. at
the beginning OF the siesta hour. when all
of the men knocked off and spread them
selves out for a nap wherever they hap
pened TO be, succumbed, and tossed my
wagon house-and slept for three straight
hours. Most gorgeous sleep L ever had In
my life. Then sneaked a couch out TO the
big. airy, comfortable loft OF the imple-
ment house SOS / could have my sissta
there every day-wanted to keep IL under
cover, though. / was determined that IL
was weak enough to siest nay cousin and
cuss had his suspicious. and one day he
remained awake a purpose to stink out
spraddled out on my couch, snoring.
"'Y'might as well fetch that couch into
the house, old man, and enjoy your siesta
grin, and then i saw that ii was all of. L
shamelessly INDUCED in the siesta every
day after that. and inside OF four months
was doing all OF the hopelessly dopey
stunts of my cousin-drumming on the wall
with my foot, for instance, when lying
the couch, TO summon one of the house
boys 10 bring me match with which to
light my pipe, and so on.
1T wasn't the heat. Our plantations no
hotter than Washington In the summer
time and we have to sleep under blankets
all the year around, for were on the side or
a mountain. and the air crimps up after
SHUTDOWN every night. Not the heat-just
the tropics, that's all. No way of account
ing for 1t, except, perhaps, the force OF ex-
ample. And yet I'll bet the first man from
the temperate ATTITUDES that ever butted
into the tropics experienced the same feel
ing of lassitude, even without the force OF
example. And I like it-love to loll-have
become a nachul-born loller. Glad I'm go
ing back. You fellows are too Internally.
idiotically busy-or think you are-to make
any kind Of a hit with me, and your bust
ling around gives me the fan-todsv'