The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1908-01-16

of them mastery manoovers by which
q gent goes round another gents flank
an Craws his hump strategic. An
yet | don't aim to be understood as
sayin' that Enright never is up ag'inst
it, He amt no more upholstered to
make aces-up beat three-of-a-kind than
YOU or me, an mentally when brought
to bay by sech barriers OF nacher, he,
like other folks, is shore obeeged TO
lay down. What I'm tryin' to say is
that, when it's a case of Savey an
Seein' your way through Enright
never gets downed hut once.
It's Cottonwood Wassou who per
butes speshul to the strangeness of
the play is that this Cottonwood per
son is nothin' more'n a yooth--a cal
low yooth-camped on the sunrise
side OF 20. Enright, to offset this
we're Callowness OF Cottonwood's,
shows three times the years. ! never
counts the rings on his horns, per-
sonal. holdin' it bad manners to go
proiectin' about locatin' another gents
age. but it's safe to say he's 80. Now,
thar's a heap of experience comm to
d gent in 60 years-a heap of cattle
TO travel the trail-an' for him, with
all he's seen an met an Coped with.
TO be took out of the saddle by a
child is strange to the pint of crowd
in the yoonique. Enright says him
se'f that on the hooks of it his con
Ceit goes to bed sick for a week. The
deevice, too, which overcomes him is
as simple as seven-up-an' something
like it-after Cherokee Hall explains.
1t let's Cottonwood out though; an
fools Enright to a frazzle-fOols him
likewise in his ofTishul opacity as
chief of the strangers, which is draw.
in the cinch plenty tight"
The Old Cattleman made pro-
found pause, and forgot everything
else, apparently, while he filled his
briar pipe. | was too we'll taught to
put question or break in comment
He would back away from either like
a pony at sight of bride. There
fore, acting upon wisdom born of
many years acquaintance with the
old gentleman, | putfed at my cigar
in silence. My wary forbcarance
went not without results. Pipe light |
ed, grizzc head in cloud of smoke, |
through which his fine, if wrinkled |
features cleaned upon me as through |
a fog, he again took up the thread |
of narrative.
This Cottonwood Wasson," he con.
tinued in a musing way, don't live |
in Wolfville For that matter, I amt |
none shore he resides anywhere. My |
idee is that he passes his shallow days |
cavortin' round permscus, now in |
WOlfville, now in Red Dog, or Tucson, |
or Cotton, or Lordsburg, or mebby |
even Silver City. Not that he's hos
tile, or prone to lock horns with |
peaceful folks an paw for trouble. but
his common gait is to so chargin'
mp &n down the street, between
drinks, spurrin' his mustang to n
frenzy of buckin, meanwhile slammin'
away with his siX-shooter at tin to.
matter cans, an empty beer bottles.
an similar obsolete truck.
But Cottonwood mover shoots at no
people. That is, never onlCss You in |
Sists on CCuntin' a Chinaman, which |
WOfvlle is too consecutive to do. |
What Chinaman is folks? Not in
the eddicatcd estimation of Arizona,
son, His merely bcin willin' to
hp t,l
him as part of an American popla-
tion. If that's argument, Well be let
tin mules an MeXicans vote before
we quit.
Its only the eXyooberancc of boy |
hood, says Enright, an yOu was a |
hoy once yourself. Dan Which Eu.
right is plumb torbeariu that-a.way |
with the young.
Jest the same argues Boggs. 4 |
holds it's up to you, as chief of the
vigilance committee. to mark out a
reservation for this headlOng Cotton |
wood. Have lariats an Wnd-mills no |
purpose? Is the strangers a Joke? |
Is that arm Of jestice conceived in a |
sperit of mirth?'
No says Enright, some emphat |
ic; it amt But what, asks you as |
Il member Of the committee, do you
desire to do? As yet We have no Gala |
booze, though plans is bein formyoo-
lated, an that capstone to civilization |
Is on its way. Pendin' said calaboose |
however, what would you suggest? | |
Ch ~, hot i,,ho
as TO advise a rope for a boy in his |
teens. An for nothn' more heenous
than crackin' off his '45.'
But be disturbs my peace. urges
Boggs netvo0lently. I tells you he
gives me Indigestion. I'm Gettin
along into middle years, an my stom-
aCh ain't what it was, but il ever Doc
Peets tells me that the way ] feels !
is doc. primarily. to them lonc.hand
festivals which this yere Cottonwood
engages in, III wear out my six.shoot-
er on his empty head.
'Boggs goes paCiu' mp an down the
Red Light as he makes these fulmin.
ations. while Enright sits benign an
comfortably placid We're all that
used TO BOggSs pccvishnesS. him heiu'
by nacher nervous to the verge Of
emotional, no one pays much heed.
But at that. Cottonwood don't escape
without rebooke: for. Jest as Roges
ceases who should come pirootin'
along but Armstrong from the New
York store. Like Roggs. he says that
hobbies must be put on Cottonwood.
or subsequent developments may
come off in the smoke.
(Which must say remarks En-
right, after listcnin' TO Armstrong
heap disguised, that thar's a powerful
sight of tomfoolpIayin' n skelp-danc-
in about nothin! Yere's a boy. pos
sessed of the effervescent sperits yoos.