Greene County herald. (Leakesville, Miss.) 1898-current, 1907-06-14
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You children know them purity
hings-Mariposy lilies? Genewine
Colorado posies, prospectin' round
these yer mount'ns most anywhars,
settin' under sour-lookin' pines a-lis-
thin to the roarin' of the wind-con-
tented-like as yer purity little faces
a-swollerin' ole Petes talk.
WAL, I'm a-gointer put up yarn
about one NV them this time. You |
nee'nter laff. Think Unkl Pete saw
vies nawthin' only bout Injins,
scalps, gol'-diggin's, N snow-shoots? |
Hain't much on posies gin'rally.
Nav, faint no fairies.
= Yessiree! Thar's a gun int; eff
'twan't, wouldn't be no story,
s'ppose. Durn little coyotes, nawthin'
but KILN an karkisses suits you.
'Tain't Injins, though some can't see
much differ twixt them an Greasers
what you calls Mexicans. Some NV
them is considerable mixed; the
"per-r-oud CASTLE blood" they blows
about amt on the surface. CASTLE
soap nd be more to the pint
But Mariposy wuz purity as this
posy, in her Mexican way-eyes like
midnight in gulch, hair black as it's
wavin' pines, a voice like wind in
their tops.
WAL, one day l wuz sightin' to'rd
Del Norte to dicker bout an alfalfy
deal. Nigh to Their town, see some
Thin, 1n0D1in, nm. cor T..
Some feller's takir' cattle to
range"
Then I reco 'nized Tom. Han'some
young Teller wuz Tom in flannel shirt
and CHAPS" the wind layin his
broad-brim "pra-rie-king back, and
shown his face ez he loped past
Nigh the Ryo GTandy bridge, my
broncho most shed me ez Tom cum
thunderin' back.
"By gum! Thet's ridin', seq, ad-
mirin' his slim figger, most one with
his beast, ez they shot past to'rd
town. He wuz nigh out NV sight
afore his prime opposite cum pantin'
an cussin' after him; old Diaz
a-clawin' the ar, maxim it blue with
un-Sunday-school -a-diggin' his
knees into his winded nag's sides, 60
in lickety-bump, a-workin' ten miles
perpendicular to airy mile ahead.
LATED, then shuk my head. Resky
foolin' with Diaz, thinks I; it's bad
blood. They've scrapped agin, and
Toms a-drivin' Diaz's cattle onter
Their range, an Diaz hez got onter
him. He's tryin' ter rup Tom down,
likes not; but c'dn't swar ter Tom.
III 'u'dn't, eff ha inter- met him goin'
t'other way.) I wanter be outer this
eff ole Diaz goes ter lawn.
Trial by jury" SEE l; trial by
guns my ticket. Then families 'ud
of settled that 'scrape' ages sence, eff
lawyers hed'n got the cinch on 'em.
T'other side NV town, Diaz wuz
found dead, bullet-hole in his head,
sized bore of leetle gun of Toms
What with family scraps" Diaz be-
in seen a-chasin' after Tom, an
Toms comm in on his broncho from
tibet side NV town-with nawthin' t.
say ceptin' he'd druv Diaz's cattle
onter range fer mischief; Diaz chased
him an he out-rid him, but Diaz fol-
Tered, yit he'd take his oath he hedn't
shot Diaz-all that went ag in him.
The story didn't assay well. Court
was pledged to "extarminate the
Western rough" the papers said. A
Greaser he'd hung fer KILN a Ute,
an the feelin' WIZ for ma parish atty.
1 TUX interest in tibet trial, both fer
Toms sake-I knowed him sence he
want no bigger'n o'tridge-and
becuz I knowed huff t. witness eff
they'd knowed it; 'twa'n't much, but
leave lawyer to build Pixies Peak
outer Their foothills.
You see I'm gittin' to my story
from all p'ints t'wonct, like Injins
useter cum at our stockades; but I'll
git thar ez morally sartin ez they
did frequint
Things looked rocky fer Tom, thar
amt doubt of it.
1 c'u'dn't stan it. VIII, l teached
him ter shoot jacks wen he warn't no
higher n sagebrush. I c'u'dn't
breathe tel I wuz out, gallopin' round
the shoulder NV Lookout mountain,
over the mesa.
Domino wut TUX me thet road
Don't believe in sperits, but l cum
mighty nigh takin' stock IN that lead
tibet game. / cum down hill, acrost
Their bridge, an outer the ole Play
fore / knowed
Somethin' quar- bout tibet row Nv
fat-roofed white 'dobes, winders an
doors slantin' ez Greaser idees; them
big round ovens like impossible mush-
arooms; the p'inted church-front
on heap at Their back Mexican
squatters he'd been ordered to va
moose, m thar ole traps NV houses
wuz fallin' lonesum-like ter pieces.
'Twuz late afternoon; l thought
shadders were a-foolin' me when
see somethin' futtcr roun' a 'dobe
corner. With 4 passin' idee NV spe-r
its. l dashed up an covered some
thin in the dole.
Hands up.
Isl, ST. she sobDed-" Mariposy.
felt like durn fool settin' thar
holdin' up 4 sal.
@Air We alone, Marlposy? Wut ye
6oin' h'yar?"
She piled Il hundred questions al
me in her Greascr-American, windin
up:
"Ees 1t a right-you air Tones
frent?n
Thinkin' on'y bout Tom, an
nawthin' t all bout Their gal, shul
it all out. Hell hang, sure." SEE +.
You'd orter seen herl
He not kill Diaz." she stamped.
jumped.
4 sect done,' SEE AIariposa. most
cryin'. knowl Take me- tell
save Tom. All, the rope: she laid
her nlIrfy hand On hn,. threat ..rrr