The state herald., 1914-01-23
a dog has to think about. more to re-

a cog mas 10 think about, moro to re-
member, nothin' to wag. Two days
been there. and the peanuts is getting
few. Little gray mother. dad. the
Happy Ship. Just dead. that's all. dead
I didn't hear the two horses come,
but there's young person behind me
sort OF attracting attention. When he
moves there's tinkle of iron, creak.
ing leather. horsy smell. too, and pres
emily he sets down along of me, cross
legged. showed him the peanuts, but
he lit a cigarette, offering me one.
Though he wasn't, he Just felt same
as seafarlng man. so l didn't mind
him being there.
He wanted to look at my sheath
knife, and when | handed 1t he seen
the lettering Green River" on the
blade. He'd been along Green River
and there's no knives like that.
Then I'd got to know about them
Iron things on his heels-spurs. We
threw peanuts. my knife agin his
spurs. and he won easy. Queer how
all the time he's wanting to show him
self on He'd never seen salt water
before. So we went in SWIMMING, and
afterward there's lunch he'd got
with him-quart OF picked onions,
and cigarettes.
This stranger begins TO throw me
horse talk and COW stories. 1t seems
cow-punchers is sort of sailors OF the
plains, only it's different. Seafaring
men gets wet and cold, and wrecked
but cowboys had adventures instead
excitement. red streaks OF life. Fol.
lowing the sea, been miesing life,
why, this guy amt no more'n two
years older'n me-say, seventeen, but
he's had five years ridin' for one man
four years for another, six years in
Arizona, then three in Oregon, until
he's added up about half n century
Says his names Bull Durham.
Well. his talk made me small and
mean as starved cat, but that was
nothing to the emotions at the ether
end of me when he got me on one OF
them horses. | wanted to walk. Walk!
The most shameful things he knew
was walking and telling lies. II
walked he'd have nothing more to dc
with me. ! rode till we got to the
ferry.
You know In books how there's a
line OF stars acrost the page to show
the authors grief. | got 'em bad BY
the time We rode into Invicta City
Draw the line right thar:
We're having supper at the Palla
dium. and I'm pretty nigh scared
There's a menu to say what's coming
in French so you don't know what
you're eating. and burned II can tinc
out whether to tackle an la mode
with fingers or spoon. Bull says it'i
only French for puckoroo. a sort oI
four-legged burrow!ng bird which In
habits silver mines. but II don't lik,
that. the lady will fetch me foe par
Well. ! orders one. and by the lady'i
face ! see done wrong. even oefor,
she complains to the manager I'm
surely miserable TO think I've insuitet
a lady!
The managers suspicious OF me. bu
Bull talks French so rapid that ever
froggy can't keep up. although HI
smiles and shrugs. and gives us sang
fraws to drink
This sort OF cocktail had. was th'
first liquor I'D tasted. It's powerful
as hsfbor tug. dropping me cut o
the conversation. while the restayran
turns slowly round with list to star
board, and Bull deals for a basket II
the front window full OF decorate,
eggs Says they're vintage eggs. al
verdantique and bookay. For year
the millionaires OF lnvicta has shrunI
from the expense. My job when w
leaves is to carry the basket. cause
Bulls toting a second.handed SADDLE
dunno why Bull has TO Introduce
me to the gentleman who keeps th'
peanut store down street-seeing T.,
dealt there before. Anyway. I'm intro