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-A Tramp's Scraps
-
-_By H. I. M. Self_
-
-[Illustration]
-
-_To_
-
-_Anybody_
-
-_Anywhere_
-
-_Anytime_
-
-
-C. C. Parker
-220 S. Broadway, Los Angeles, California
-1913
-
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-
-Table of Contents
-
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-                                  Page
-
-?                                    7
-
-Fire                                 9
-
-The Ghost                           13
-
-In a Houseboat                      13
-
-Animals                             15
-
-Humatiaá                            17
-
-At Sea                              21
-
-A Quarrel                           25
-
-The Witching Hour                   27
-
-Perrochino                          29
-
-Smallpox                            29
-
-"May Good Digestion"                31
-
-Bug-hunting                         33
-
-Evelina                             35
-
-Shooting in Illinois                39
-
-After Ostrich                       41
-
-A Whitlow                           43
-
-Buchaton                            45
-
-Fever                               47
-
-"To Sleep, to Sleep"                49
-
-"Half the World, Etc."              51
-
-Hard Times                          53
-
-"There was a Ship Quoth He."        55
-
-Health and Appetite                 59
-
-The Knuckle-duster                  59
-
-Wanderers                           61
-
-"The Weary Ploughboy"               63
-
-Another Quarrel                     63
-
-Another Fire                        65
-
-Two Falls and a Cow                 69
-
-Real Ghosts                         71
-
-On the San Rafael Ranch             73
-
-Express Charges                     77
-
-Cotton Packing                      81
-
-Man Overboard                       85
-
-"The Old Oaken Bucket"              87
-
-A Dog Story                         89
-
-Arden                               89
-
-Horses                              95
-
-Sudden Death, Etc.                  97
-
-A Game at Billiards                 98
-
-Thieves                            101
-
-Brief Authority                    105
-
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-?
-
-
-A, an Argentino, comes in to a pulperia and talks loudly to another
-native. B objects, laying his hand on A's arm, and asks him to make
-less noise.
-
-A steps back, putting his hand on his knife, and B throws him out of
-doors and shuts the door.
-
-Later A returns and he and B sit down to talk it over. A says that he
-is an Estanciero, with thirty thousand head of live stock and would
-have treated B well if he had come to his place; why had B thrown him
-out?
-
-B said: "Too much noise and knife."
-
-B had put on an ulster and had a Derringer in his hand in his pocket;
-a man had told him that A was coming back to kill him.
-
-For two hours or so they sat, A talking a little and then jumping up
-in front of B, his knife wandering up and down B who sat perfectly
-still watching as if it was a show. Then A would sit again and jump
-up again and so on. They use a knife here as an Englishman would his
-hand and are so quick that the pistol would never have saved B, though
-he might have killed A, killing is not much thought of and this man
-was wild to do it. Why did he not? Was it Providence? Or was it that A
-being a brave man, he could not kill a thing that made no resistance.
-
-[Illustration: Buena Noche Toreador.]
-
-[Illustration: Digging Ye First Corral Ditch.]
-
-Later it turned out that A was on some government work and had
-seventeen soldiers camped outside; they had stayed at an Estancia the
-night before where he had lost money at monte probably, probably had a
-"wet" night.
-
-He was not in an amiable frame of mind. When he went to bed, he asked
-B if he would come and kill him as he slept; also if B would lock up
-his papers and things.
-
-B told him to go to bed; that (B) was English. But why is B alive? and
-perhaps A?
-
-
-
-
-FIRE!
-
-
-Five small wooden huts originally brought from England and later
-hauled forty miles or more across a camp on bullock-wagons to start
-a new colony next to Indian territory. Each hut is about eight feet
-square and they are a foot apart with the high grass cut off around
-about in case of prairie fires. Three men from one end hut have
-gone shooting deer or emus or whatever turns up, leaving a heap of
-powder-flasks, guns, saddles, and clothes in one corner of their
-shanty; blankets, etc., hanging out of the lower bunk, half-cover
-and open box on the floor with eight pounds of loose powder in it.
-The next hut is empty except when the owner comes to lie down, gasp,
-and perspire. It is so hot that you can break a piece of grass, and
-he is digging, with scarcely any clothes on, the first big corral
-ditch. Once as he lies half stupidly, listening lazily to a crackling,
-thinking that if he had sense enough he would wonder what it could
-be. Then he gets up to see. Fire had started in some way in the heap
-of clothes and was running up the thin boards to the roof. There is
-not much room but there is a fork with which he begins to shovel out
-the burning heap, and yell for water, which his brother, asleep in a
-further hut, brings when he realizes what is wanted. This water was
-thrown into the box of powder, but all this time the sparks have been
-falling into it and the man wants to know why everything was not blown
-to kingdom come before that water came.
-
-[Illustration: A "Prairie" Fire.]
-
-When the shooters got home there were remarks. Reminded me of the
-story of two roughs in London who were talking over an article in a
-paper about the improvement of the lower classes which one read to
-the other, who remarked: "Yes, we're a bad lot, Bill, but we 'as our
-fun. The other day there was a bloody fire and the bloody fire engine
-come down the bloody street to the bloody 'ouse an' there was a bloody
-ole fool standin' at the top winder, an' I says, jump, ye bloody fool
-and me an' my mate Bill'll ketch yer in our blanket, an' the bloody
-fool 'e jumps an' e' breaks 'is bloody neck--we 'adn't got no bloody
-blanket."
-
-[Illustration: "And Said as Plain as Whisper in the Ear, the Place is
-Haunted."]
-
-[Illustration: Sampans on the Yellow River.]
-
-
-
-
-THE GHOST.
-
-
-A lonely little old hut on the bank of a river in Illinois said to
-be haunted. Man went and slept there part of a night, cold, woke up
-covered with snow that had drifted in through holes in the roof. Went
-home, no ghost. Shooting duck on the way back got stuck in a slough.
-Another man turned up and took one end of the gun. Man in the mud's
-legs stayed on and he came out. If anyone don't believe this he has
-the legs still. Don't go after ghosts though; you may find one.
-
-
-
-
-IN A HOUSEBOAT.
-
-
-On the Yangtze River, houseboats have a cabin with bunks, table, and
-a mast, that should go up and down so that you can get under bridges
-made of long blocks of stone; they also have a huge sail made of
-matting. You put your cook, coolies, and provisions aboard, get your
-passport, and are off through merchant ships, junks, men-of-war,
-sampans, etc., up the river, and through the pass where they saw the
-fire from Shanghai and got up in time to save the captain of a craft
-where the men had been tied to the masts and the ships set on fire
-by pirates. Sometimes the coolies pull you with a rope; sometimes
-push you with poles; sometimes you sail. When you please you land and
-shoot pheasants scared out of Chinese graves (big and little mounds
-covered with reeds etc.) by bones thrown in, plenty of bones, remains
-of bamboo stockades used in the Taeping rebellion still standing.
-There are duck, plover, and snipe; and now and then you pass through a
-Chinese village. Natives stare and big dogs get excited. It is as well
-to keep a watch, at night particularly when near any soldier junks, as
-we were at Foochow.
-
-[Illustration: On the Yangtze Kiang.]
-
-[Illustration: A Pulperia.]
-
-
-
-
-ANIMALS.
-
-
-A pulperia with the usual crowd evenings, Spanish Mayor domo excited
-because he says a big Argentino (a stranger in with a tropa of
-prairie schooners from Mendoza) drew a knife on his compradre, the
-Italian proprietor. Writer was close but saw no knife. Spaniard being
-a man in authority has always a lot of human jackals ready to take
-his part; he is not any good himself. Argentino run out of pulperia
-and beaten, etc., till insensible. Englishman comes up and finding
-another Spaniard (said to have been a brigand formerly) burning the
-Argentino's fingers with a match, saying that he is shamming, abuses
-everybody; stooping over the Argentino, finding his heart is still
-beating; slips his hand under him and takes his knife (a poor little
-one which he pockets); asks if the crowd think they've done enough?
-They go back to the pulperia, Englishman also, but he returns in five
-minutes and finds the man has come to and is staggering about. He
-lies down when found. Crowd turn up again, but hearing that the first
-who meddles will be shot, keep quiet till at last the juez de paz
-(Argentino) turns up and takes charge of man. Tried in Rosario later,
-he says that the Englishman, who is not called as a witness saved his
-life, dare say he was right; men are brutes sometimes.
-
-[Illustration: A Row.]
-
-[Illustration: What's Left of San Carlos Cathedral--Humatiaá,
-Paraguay.]
-
-
-
-
-HUMATIAÁ.
-
-
-In a little Paraguayan village where there is no hotel we find a
-shanty with a table on which are cold meat and pickles mostly; eat
-when you like, sleep when and where you can, and pay is exorbitant.
-Two of us slept on a table. We are here after jaguars. One found
-a hammock said to belong to the cook--don't know what became of
-him--this was slung over the table, all in the same room which opened
-on the main street. The old town was smashed in the last fight which
-was a plucky one and where the fellows left alive got out of the
-town by tying dead soldiers to posts by dummy guns, leaving them on
-guard till the other fellows found out. There is nothing left of it
-but the ruins of a cathedral (San Carlos), high bare walls with great
-timbers sticking out into the sky and holes made by cannon. One of
-us tried to sketch it, but it was not easy as the population were
-interested and shut one up in a circle. The present village is half a
-mile away, a street of wooden shanties with big shutters (no glass)
-nearer the river. In the houses they played loto with much noise, and
-taught green parrots to whistle.
-
-[Illustration: Evening in Humatiaá.]
-
-In one there were two delightful and rather fiedish little jaguar
-cubs, in the street people played bowls and talked to anyone they
-wished. We all knew each other directly and did the same. Now and
-then, to some belle going out in scarlet dress, gold embroideries, and
-huge earrings, her dress up to her knees in front and a long train;
-nothing much on her shoulders or her feet and at night people wander
-into the room where we are trying to sleep, eat, play cards, sing,
-fight, and so on. Sometimes a man on the table goes mad and sits up.
-I am in the hammock above so I go mad. It doesn't matter, everyone is
-mad with an uncivilized madness here.
-
-So we get up and eat, the language is guarani, two-thirds Spanish,
-one-third Indian and a trifle of Portuguese; nice language, with a
-click in it like a dissipated watch.
-
-[Illustration: Adios Humatiaá.]
-
-[Illustration: Your Stateroom.]
-
-There was a baby's funeral among other things. The little body
-covered with flowers and surrounded by candles, is carried round on a
-board, by a crowd and brass band; they come in, put it on a table or
-somewhere. The band plays and the crowd fraternize and drink cana till
-tired. Then to another house and this goes on till they are all drunk
-and till the baby has to be buried.
-
-
-
-
-AT SEA.
-
-    "_Ye gentlemen of England who stay at home at ease,
-    How little do ye think upon the dangers of the seas._"
-
-
-Eleven days in the Bay of Biscay off Tencriffe. A nasty sea; seems
-to come everyway; knocks the ship one side and the other till she
-trembles like a live thing. Engines only strong enough to keep us off
-shore and we get out twice only to be driven back again. Life lines
-out; fiddles on the table; water washing about saloon and cabins; one
-lady, in a top berth, with her door swinging open and shut, wants to
-know when we are going to be drowned; and "to have her cabin mopped
-out." Another, who has been so ill ever since we left that she is
-expected to die and who the captain wants to put ashore but can't
-get there, has a husband looking after her. He becomes ill and she
-suddenly gets well and stays so! What kind of a cure is this? The
-stove breaks loose, but no fire; too much water. Rather an unlucky
-ship; crank and cargo badly stowed, overmasted and undermanned; once
-a fort'gallant yard came down endways through forecastle deck, lead
-water tank, etc., made the splinters fly. Once a marine spike came
-from aloft and stuck in the deck close to yours truly. Fog around St.
-Paul's island. We took reckoning for three days but did not know where
-we were. Expected to make the voyage in seventy-five days; took nearly
-four months and when we did anchor ship ahead on fire broke loose and
-drifted down on us, "those that go down to the sea in ships". One
-night she was rolling horribly; people holding onto saloon rails,
-steward came along top side rail and broke a man's hold, man flew
-across and avoided crushing a girl in a red garibaldi, red hair, and
-a pink ribbon (he should have crushed her) by spreading his arms and
-feet as he brought up against the wall. Another steward stooped for a
-turkey which was doing something in a big silver dish on the floor.
-He loosed the rail as the ship rolled. Away went turkey and man,
-getting to the other side. Man's head went whack. By the time he got
-his wits, the ship had rolled again and the turkey was half way back.
-Comforted oneself, remembering the man who when the ship was going
-down, reflected that he had paid £12 to go to New York, and they "had
-to take him there."
-
-[Illustration: "Down in the Saloon Boys"--"Bay of Biscay Oh!"]
-
-
-
-
-A QUARREL IN CAMP.
-
-
-Sunday afternoons here in camp there are horse races, bone game,
-monte, drinking, etc. At the pulperias, at a race today, two brothers
-quarrelled. One stands, knife in hand, talking to friends; the other
-twenty feet away, is held back by men all around him, who getting
-tired of persuasion begin to hammer him with their short whip stocks
-made of wood or iron covered with hide or silver, with a long flat
-rawhide thong. These rattle on his head like hail but he seems to feel
-nothing and see nothing but his brother till suddenly he drops stunned.
-
-[Illustration: "Children, You Should Never Let Your Angry Passions
-Rise."]
-
-Fighting here, a man wraps his poncho round the left forearm to catch
-the other man's knife, holding his own knife below in the right hand
-and watching the antagonist's knife instead of his eye. Sometimes they
-face each other a long while but are as quick as cats when they move;
-there is not much interference usually. Once a man on horseback rode
-in and grasping one of the fighters by his long black hair pushed him
-away backwards. Unless it is serious they do not fight to kill so much
-as to slash faces; but they don't seem to care for their lives much.
-A peon of mine was brought home an awful object. Santa (his woman)
-wept and said he was killed but he got well, I asked the other fellows
-afterward what they wanted to kill my fellow for and they laughed and
-said a man did not matter; pity to kill a woman, as they are scarce;
-but Santa could soon have got another man. The last is true enough.
-One day a big domador started back to G's house, where we sat on the
-porch and could see across the slope; he rode over. He had won money
-or his silver harness, or for some other reason three fellows followed
-him; he had a good little mare and rode till the one following who
-had the best mount was ahead of the others. Then Jose jumped off and
-waited, getting his knife (it was mine by the by), and the other man
-rode up jumped off and ran at him, Jose made one thrust and jumping
-on his mare rode in with his hand and knife all blood. Don't know who
-the other man was but this time soldiers came after Jose who hid for
-three weeks in the maize; his woman took him food. Then he appeared
-again with three small black cats which he had found in the corn and
-of which made pets.
-
-[Illustration: The Guanaco Episode.]
-
-
-
-
-THE WITCHING HOUR.
-
-
-Night in a little house on the pampas edge we got some girls together
-and had a dance. The natives have gone home and men are sleeping all
-over the floor and on the table over which is a sack of hard biscuits,
-etc., slung to the rafters. Through the darkness and open door enters
-one of two tame guanacos (something like small fawn-colored camels),
-steps on a man who wakes with a shriek. One man on the table wakes
-up, tries to sit up in a hurry, and the bag of biscuits meets him and
-knocks him flat. Over goes the table and other man and everyone and
-everything is mixed up with the guanaco in the dark till the brute
-fights his way out of the house. Someone gets a light and saves the
-pieces.
-
-[Illustration: Perrochino Trapped.]
-
-[Illustration: Fetching the Priest.]
-
-
-
-
-PERROCHINO.
-
-
-Woman calling for help at the end of hallway. Man wanders over to see
-what is wrong. At the other end of the hall is a door and a crowd.
-Wanderer jumps in and helps to hold the door, asking next man what is
-going on. Perrochino, the strongest Italian in the colony, has got
-into trouble and is jammed in the doorway, unable to do anything,
-while one Spaniard beats his head with a chairleg. Head looks ugly and
-the man is raging. Wanderer gets the door open a bit and Perrochino
-slips out, his brother, who sees him from a distance, discreetly
-slipping down a side street. Later lightning strikes a wheat stack and
-most of the men go off with a tarpaulin to draw over and smother the
-fire. Wanderer left to sit on the steps with a gun in case the Italian
-should return to the Señora and niñito. He does not.
-
-
-
-
-SMALLPOX.
-
-
-Smallpox came our way; seemed to take a piece about a quarter of a
-mile wide. Many died. Woman very ill and man went for Priest. Rainy
-and windy night and the little lamp the man carried in front of the
-Priest, who was saying prayers, kept blowing out and having to be lit
-again. The atmosphere of the room was awful for the Priest. Antonia
-and two men. Antonia was confessed and died. The others cleared and
-next day the man got a Spanish carpenter (Tapia) and boards and
-sixteen old kerosene cans from the store and they made a coffin and
-lined it with the kerosene cans and put Antonia in; her feet were
-tied with a ribbon and the smallpox lumps showed through her white
-stockings. Some friends came at night and in the morning we soldered
-her up and had the funeral. Two wheels and the coffin on boards
-covered with a cloth, a cross with her name, etc., painted on it as
-well as one could; all the mourners on horseback. We buried her. Hers
-was the first death here. Her sister, who came to see her, was well
-for two weeks; then she died in twenty minutes; she only had one mark
-on her.
-
-[Illustration: Antonia's Funeral.]
-
-[Illustration: Near Corientes.]
-
-
-
-
-"MAY GOOD DIGESTION WAIT ON APPETITE."
-
-
-We had run out of meat and were living on a few hard biscuits and
-oranges for two days in our boat on a big river in South America; but
-today we ran up a creek to Corientes and found any quantity at fifty
-cents the aroba (25 pounds); so we took some to the creek mouth and
-Maria cooked it while we sat round with our hunting knives. Don't use
-plates and things; when cooked you cut a piece off, lay hold with
-your mouth and cut off your mouthful avoiding your nose. Cooking is
-done by sticking an iron rod (if you have one) through the meat into
-the ground slanting over the fire, turning it when one side is done.
-Then we sailed off again and came to Parana after a while. There is
-a revolution on (Blancos and Colorados) and the town population is
-picknicking with bedding, etc., on an island in the river. In the town
-men are on the flat roofs shooting at others scurring about in the
-bush shooting back; also maniacs are riding about like drunken demons
-cutting at anything that comes in reach. We got away after a bit and
-past batteries on the river bluffs which don't notice us (too small, I
-suppose), though we pass close to the tops of the funnels of a steamer
-that they just sank.
-
-[Illustration: Cold Water Cure--Java.]
-
-
-
-
-BUG HUNTING.
-
-
-In Java you are (or were) only allowed to drive around the island. You
-get a permit, from the Dutch, but are not to go into the interior far
-from the landing place where there is the biggest banyan tree in the
-world, it is said; a village could be put away in the arches. There
-are also numbers of fighting cocks, a very fine cocoanut grove; and
-lots of other fruits, bananas, plantains, etc. The ship doctor, who
-was a collector of insects, and I got away seven miles or so over
-small hills and through forest meeting only a few blacks and other
-insects till we came to the Upas tree valley (the poison from these
-trees was mostly used for arrows). It is said that anyone sleeping
-under them dies, and it may be true--I don't know how soon death will
-take place though. We did not sleep there. There are bones but other
-animal's bones perhaps. They say that those that gathered the poison
-soon died. Trees look like a palm. The doctor got some beetles and we
-came back and eat bananas and things till time to return to the ship
-with some little bullocks and vegetables. Our coxwain (quarter-master)
-had been in the navy, and, with them I believe he stays by the boat
-till all the others are away. Our ship is P. and O. and our cox was
-standing at the foot of the gangway holding a stanchion and steadying
-the boat with his foot. Captain looked over the side and called him.
-Cox (who had had a drink ashore no doubt) did not move, captain spoke
-to mate who ran down two or three steps and jumped landing on cox's
-chest. Both went into the sea with a crash. Boat picked them up and
-cox was put in irons. They spatch-cock chicken very well in Java.
-
-[Illustration: In Irons.]
-
-[Illustration: A Tormento.]
-
-
-
-
-EVELINA.
-
-
-A tormento generally begins with dust; then wind, then rain; the two
-last fight furiously till the rain comes down solid, with now and
-then blasts of wind through it. One usually sees them coming and
-shuts everything that will shut. Huts are sent flying sometimes. I've
-seen the roof of a house taken off, and a man get to a house on his
-hands and knees. Oh, yes; she blows; and the rain! In one a man, his
-peon, and woman, start out to get three favorite horses picketted
-two hundred yards away. Man tells the woman to go back; but once
-outside one can hardly see or hear, though people are close together.
-Lightning all around and thunder that seems to shake the ground. There
-is a white glare that feels hot and a crash of thunder and the peon
-(Pascassio) called "my woman's dead! my woman's dead."
-
-[Illustration: "To Die! To Sleep--Perchance to Dream!"]
-
-Man says: "Is Evelina here?"
-
-"She's blown into the ditch." But the next minute he steps on her,
-picks her up; sounds as if she said something but her head is wrapped
-in a poncho, man gets her back to the house and lays her on her bed.
-Sends peon, who does not know what he is doing and anyway, they won't
-touch anything struck by lightning--to the nearest house where there
-is a native woman, cooking.
-
-Petrona came, and did what was necessary. Evelina was dead when picked
-up very heavy to carry. Only one little hole was burned in the poncho
-and brown mark as big as one's finger nail on the back of her neck.
-They put four candles around her in one corner and left. Man slept
-in another corner and kept candles alight for them. They would not
-stop and said the devil would come for her and take the man as well.
-Man said the devil probably had better places to go to, and they said
-he was the wickedest man they ever saw. Came back next afternoon and
-spent the night singing, playing cards, praying, and drinking mate.
-Two children went to sleep on the floor, man got up, put "kids" in his
-bed, and joined the wake. Next day they took Evelina away and left the
-man alone again.
-
-[Illustration: Rats! Musk Rats.]
-
-[Illustration: On the Calumet.]
-
-
-
-
-SHOOTING IN ILLINOIS.
-
-"_The days that are no more._"
-
-
-The way you used to catch the wily muskrat years ago on the Calumet
-River was to set a tooth trap in the water, in one of his runs in
-summer; in winter you could skate or walk to their houses, built
-of reeds, three feet high, and dome shaped, and spear them with a
-three-foot spear on a pole. The skins, taken off and dried by being
-stretched on willow twigs, were worth seventeen cents a piece.
-Big ducks sold for two and a half to three dollars a dozen to the
-dealers--canvas back, red-heads, etc.--smaller ones, Teal, blue-bills,
-widgeon, butter balls, etc., for two dollars.
-
-There were fellows there making a good living at hunting and trapping,
-and some owned farms on the river bank.
-
-The duck-shooting was the best I have had in any country. Now I
-believe there is still some shooting held by clubs. The Pullman place
-is where we used to shoot hundreds of birds beyond where the best
-shooting house (Chittendens) used to be, where the river forks. Then
-you could shoot forty miles up to the Grand Calumet and there were
-lakes and swamps, flight shooting night and morning, and in the day
-one could pole through the wild rice; etc., or take a stand now and
-then, or land and try the ridges for prairie chicken. There were also
-woodcock and snipe. Further away the pineries for deer. Still hunting,
-because there were Indians who would shoot dogs; they do spoil still
-hunting. You would not see the Indian as the brush was very thick. If
-you do see him and shoot at him and miss him, as one of us did, it is
-better not to go again. We did, and a bullet came between us and stuck
-in a tree. The man I was with did not like Indians and shot at them
-when he got a chance.
-
-[Illustration: L-- and F. W. Shot With the P. of W. When He Was Here
-(in Chicago), Missed His "Injin".]
-
-[Illustration: "I'm a Simple Little Ostrich, But I Know It All,"]
-
-
-
-
-AFTER OSTRICHES.
-
-
-On the South American pampas you ride one horse and lead your fastest
-when you are after ostriches. The birds raise their wings and sail
-before the wind at an awful pace and if you do not get up to one soon
-after he starts you might as well give up. When you get near you
-change horses, and, taking your bolas (three balls as big as pigeon
-eggs of lead or brass, on a plaited rawhide thong) from around your
-middle, begin to swing them around in your right hand keeping your
-finger hooked through the fork of the thong, holding one ball in your
-hand. As you close up, you bring them over your head, letting your
-finger loose them to their six foot length. You send your gee along
-and, bending forward, loose them at your ostrich. If you hit him,
-the bolas tangle him up and down he comes. If there are holes and
-things, you come down instead. It is a fast thing and as often as not
-or oftener you are bareback. Sometimes fellows make a big circle and
-close in on the birds; then you have a lively time, particularly if
-you play at being an ostrich yourself.
-
-[Illustration: Ostriches--On the Look-out.]
-
-[Illustration: Somerset and Yo.]
-
-[Illustration: Whitlow, From Tree Pruning. South America.]
-
-[Illustration: Men off H. M. "Rattler".]
-
-
-
-
-A WHITLOW.
-
-
-Pain! oh yes! Fourteen days in and out of bed alone in a shanty,
-forty miles from town. Whitlow they call it; an Indian woman advised
-a piece of willow burned and the powder mixed with the yolk of an egg
-in the shell; no good. Animals to feed, water to draw, etc., when
-one is so scared of one's own finger that one breaks a demijohn up
-and cuts a hole in the wicker cover in which to slip one's hand in
-bed. Not much to eat and one gets weaker, but has sense enough not to
-stay too long in a room with a gun. Got the old horse (Somerset) and
-saddle on someway and to town. Lot of English sailors off a gunboat
-in the hotel, dancing and singing. Two are interested and want to
-know if man will come aboard because they "have a sawbones who will
-take it off with a handsaw." Well, surgeon cuts the finger up both
-sides and later the other two sides; couldn't tell what it was; never
-be a success again. One can see what it was meant for. Another time
-diphtheria. Doctor came one hundred and thirty miles and found man
-with his head in a blanket on the table, no brush and made one out of
-prairie wolf hair; did his throat like cleaning a gun; man got well.
-
-[Illustration: Diphtheria at Pera.]
-
-[Illustration: Buchaton's Death in la Candelaria.]
-
-
-
-
-BUCHATON.
-
-
-Three houses now in this colony, joining Indian Territory. Mine was
-first; then a Frenchman came and used my well and corral, etc., till
-he got settled half a mile away; and another is being put up for a
-store. One foggy night, or morning rather (1 A. M.), some one woke me,
-rapping on the door. As I was alone and one did not expect people, or
-open the door after dark without knowing what is on the other side, I
-asked and a woman's voice answered; opened and there was Buchaton's
-wife with two small children. They had found the house luckily after
-two hours in the fog. Her man had been doing something with the stove
-and had words with an Argentino and friend. The Argentino started
-for him with his knife but the wife got it and threw it away (man
-was a little drunk). He picked it up again and killed the Frenchman;
-then they tied him up with a lasso (the woman had run out with the
-children), got their horses, and left. Some of us got horses and went
-to the house but the man was dead; there was a trail in the wet grass
-in the moonlight but we never caught them as they changed horses and
-got over the line into another state.
-
-[Illustration: Acclimatizing Fever--Shanghai.]
-
-[Illustration: Oil Springs Typhoid--Canada.]
-
-
-
-
-FEVER.
-
-
-In China and some other places one has a fever getting acclimated.
-One in Shanghai left man pretty weak when the usual plague of boils
-broke out. Then there was less rest for the wicked than ever, and he
-balanced himself on a boil and thought about Job. The doctor says that
-the man is better and that this is a crisis he wanted (man wishes
-doctor had it). But man does get well after many dawns, watching the
-bats come home to roost in the round tiles used in the roofs here.
-Then cats come along the edge and reaching paws over extract the bats
-and put them away and go after more. The man thinks he's glad he's not
-a bat and goes to sleep and wakes up better and forgets about it till
-some day years after he dreams dreams.
-
-Talking of fevers, when the oil wells started in Canada it was rather
-rough living. The water to drink very bad, and so on. At all events
-we got a bad mixture of typhoid and smallpox and not much doctor. So
-a great many died. One of us had it and another nursed him till he
-got to his bed and forgot everything except sticking a favorite pin
-in a rafter overhead. The other was better and had sent a line to
-friends a hundred miles away; they came, and the two men were put on
-their mattresses on the bottom of a wagon and so over eighteen miles
-of corduroy road (which is trees laid alongside one another) and
-into the baggage car of a railroad train. The war was going on and
-sympathetic passengers came in: "Oh, poor fellows! where were they
-wounded?" Our friends said: "not wounded at all; typhoid," and the car
-was empty. Took us nine weeks to get around. H. McC. carried one along
-the railway platform and if you have ever been carried through a lot
-of people when you have sense enough to know that you are grown up and
-want to hit some one if you had the strength, you know what one felt
-like--Wonder who got that pin!
-
-[Illustration: Baggage.]
-
-[Illustration: A Night on the "Grimsel" Pass--Switzerland]
-
-
-
-
-TO SLEEP, TO SLEEP.
-
-
-We did not know this morning if we would stay the night and went out
-for a walk. While away twenty-seven geological students arrived and
-took everything and more in the shape of beds; so here we are in a big
-attic of a little house on top of the Grinsel Pass in Switzerland. The
-room is the cheese room surrounded by shelves on which immense gruyere
-cheeses are drying--all kinds of makeshift beds on the floor and for
-washing little basins and wine bottles on a bench; lovely! Went to bed
-midnight and as we leave at 4 a.m. and the interval is filled up by
-a number of peasants yodeling--below why "Happy, happy, happy be thy
-dreams."
-
-[Illustration: Death.]
-
-[Illustration: Katrina.]
-
-
-
-
-HALF THE WORLD DON'T KNOW HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVES OR DIES.
-
-
-A small hut made of reeds, lost in an immense swamp--the home of a
-girl and an old gaucho. Man gone; don't know when or where, leaving
-the girl stripped and tied with a piece of a lasso to a post in the
-hut, stabbed and dead. She was quite young and rather pretty--poor
-thing.
-
-At another place found the German girl who cooked for the S----s,
-stripped and tied down in the prairie just outside the village. Three
-natives (horseback of course) caught her and carried her off and
-staceared her. (I don't know how they spell it but that is what it's
-called in Spanish) means pegging your hands and feet with rawhide to
-the ground. Under her was a knife; suppose they meant to kill her but
-got scared away. She died; had been there all night.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration: British Benevolent Society--2 A. M.]
-
-
-
-
-HARD TIMES--AGAIN.
-
-
-A man (in California) lying in bed dying; wife ill in bed in the next
-room watching him through the open door; third and last room divided
-by sheets into two, one-half with stove in it, the other used by
-anyone including seven children all under nine years old. No money.
-The man died; money was collected and he was buried; and family sent
-back to Europe. S. P. railway made a reduction on fares; train was to
-leave at 10 p.m., telegram to say it would be 11 p.m.
-
-The woman, children, and man waited till eleven when another message
-came to say the cars would not be in till 2 a.m. So they went over
-to the hotel and got a sleep till a quarter to two when the man woke
-them up and the procession trailed back and got aboard. Trainman
-interested: "Where's she goin'?" "Europe," said the man.
-
-"With all them kids! Never get there alive."
-
-She did though; man nearly went also as he was inside the car putting
-a big roll of mattresses through the door and they jammed, cars were
-moving and man crawled over the top of the bundle and slid onto
-the platform and off the car saying to an astonished conductor who
-appeared from somewhere, "you get those mattresses in old man."
-
-[Illustration: The "Cisne" at the Old Wharf Rosario--Santa Fé.]
-
-
-
-
-"THERE WAS A SHIP QUOTH HE."
-
-
-Coming down the Plata River in the "Cisne" steamer a fellow passenger
-asked us to help him when we landed. We said we would. Well, it was
-very dark and raining; we landed under a wharf, arrangement on the
-other side of which was a ten-foot steep and slippery mud-bank on
-top of which were one or two wheel carts made with a pole with a
-hole in the far end. The carter slips a rawhide fast to his horse's
-cinch, through the pole hole and makes fast, he (riding the horse)
-can then pull, or if he wants to back, ride his horse around the pole
-and push backwards. To return to our mutton, what our man wanted was
-help to land a portmanteau and some heavy small boxes and we got them
-into a cart after a weary time sliding up and down that mud bank and
-much indifferent language. One native rode and two friends kept him
-company. We had to go two miles over a wicked road. The tall grass
-grows right up to it on both sides and there have been a lot of
-unpleasant things happening; so we had our guns in our hands. We had
-found out that our friend from Paraguay, one of his prisoners Lopez
-left alive, had been trading and the boxes, etc., were full of gold,
-and silver dollars. Got to the hotel all right and had a drink. There
-was a funny little old man with hair over his shoulders and white
-beard to his middle and very old clothes. He looked lonely so we
-asked him to drink. No, he did not drink. Smoke? No; he did not smoke
-but he put a cigar in his pocket. Felt curious about him and asked
-him and the capitalist to my room, also, drink and cigars. They came
-and oh, yes! I had struck it rich. The little man was I think doing
-penance. He would not say why he had tramped hundreds of leagues
-through the wildest parts of the country with some polenta to eat
-and no arms except a small pocket knife, or why he had not cut hair
-or beard for seven years; but the stories those men told each other,
-myself sitting listening till 4 a.m. with hardly a word; and they
-could have gone on for weeks. I said that queer things happened on the
-road we came here by, in the grass that borders the road back a little
-way are adobe huts and very queer people live there. Everyone carries
-a knife of course but the police had a very bad character for a time.
-At another men riding were lassoed from the grass and you are gone
-if a lasso gets you. At another the natives did not like it because
-a number of men were killed one by one and there were stories of a
-ghost. Soldiers hunted and some of us went out many nights. At last
-some one was stabbed but before he died shot a tall man dressed as a
-woman. What with the night, tall grass in which to slip out of sight,
-and dark dress, the ghost theory is easy. His trick had been to ask
-you for the time or for a light, and stab you as you got it. For
-some time after if one was asked for a light about there after dark,
-one threw a matchbox and said help yourself.
-
-[Illustration: O'Geary.]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-HEALTH AND APPETITE.
-
-
-Sitting in a little park in Los Angeles some one sat down on the other
-end of the bench. Seeing a dilapidated pair of boots that did not
-match I went on reading. After a while the stillness was broken by:
-"Got ten cents pardner?"
-
-"What do you want ten cents for?" said I.
-
-"Well, pardner, I'm here from Milwaukee, was in the lumber trade
-there and got six dollars a day, my brother has a big place there;
-he sent me some money yesterday, I got broke, an' I went on a tear
-an' spent it all, an' my mouth's awful dry an' I want a drink." It
-sounded straight so we had a talk about the Keeley cure about which
-I told him, and about Florida and lumber about which he told me and
-compromised on twenty-five cents of which he agreed to spend fifteen
-on solid food; hope he did.
-
-[Illustration: "Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Are Marching."]
-
-
-
-
-KNUCKLE-DUSTING.
-
-
-Coming up from Aspinwall to New York, a second-class passenger came
-into the first-class saloon and a big steward objected. Man did not
-like it and when the steward swore at him, he struck the steward (much
-the biggest man) and knocked him down; the steward said the man used
-a knife; no one had seen a knife but over the Steward's heart was a
-little tear in his white duck. Captain took a hand, and steward, who
-had had a bad record was put in irons. Other man turned out to be an
-artist; had been through Borneo--of all places--and come out alive
-with a wonderful lot of pictures and photographs (burned later). Came
-into my cabin as he wanted to copy a little sketch of Panama. Showed
-me how that tear happened; he used a knuckle-duster that was in his
-pocket when he (the steward) came at him the second time. An ugly
-thing; iron ring with holes that your fingers go through, short spikes
-over your knuckles, and a longer one below your clenched hand.
-
-[Illustration: The Knuckle-duster.]
-
-[Illustration: Callers!]
-
-
-
-
-WANDERERS.
-
-
-Making a fire after a long day in the boat and not thinking there was
-anyone else for miles; rather there was not, as the nearest place is
-the line between two states where a number of "bad men" have settled.
-When the soldiers from one state come for any of them (if they ever
-do) the men can step over the line. Well, we were getting wood and
-one of us came out of the night with a fellow walking behind, knife
-in hand (such a foolish thing; why not in front?) A canoe slid out of
-the fog with two muffled women astern, and three more men who got out
-and stood round the fire. As they had their knives out, one of us left
-fishing in the boat and passed guns round to our side. Then we talked
-and ate. They were very free and easy villains but went off into the
-fog again all right. After keeping watch awhile we went to sleep.
-
-
-
-
-"THE WEARY PLOUGHBOY."
-
-
-"The weary ploughboy homeward bound," and not knowing one day from
-another here we were ploughing with bullocks when a man riding by
-said: "Thought you English did not work Sundays." My brother was
-wild; he threw the ear ropes down and wanted to know "If he'd lived
-all these years and traveled all these miles to plough Sundays with
-adjectived bullocks in a condemned country!" Bullocks are trying. The
-Reverend--looking out of the train at Frayle Muerto saw an Englishman
-swearing wonderfully at his bullocks. The Reverend told him to be
-gentle; the man being angry threw his ropes down, telling the Reverend
-to take them around himself. The Reverend did so; and it is said
-that by the time he got around--well you can guess. We got a little
-two-wheeled cart and with a broncho not used to driving. Some one
-behind him with his leather belt and buckle; and a peon on a horse
-in front to pull him along, and so across camp to a railway and my
-brother went back to England. The rest of the outfit got home somehow.
-
-[Illustration: Nineteen Miles to Go Across Camp and "The Day is
-Departing, de-par-ar-ting."]
-
-
-
-
-A QUARREL--CANDELARIA.
-
-
-Swede playing billiards with an Italian in a cafe full of Italians;
-they quarrelled and the Swede used his cue and the Italian a small
-knife, as the manager came in the Swede went down and some men bolted.
-
-[Illustration: Bringing in Ruffinelli.]
-
-[Illustration: Our Last Night on the "Plata".]
-
-Manager locked the doors with thirty or forty inside but the man had
-gone. Three of us went through houses where men were sleeping and then
-a mile into camp to a house where two Italians and a big dog lived;
-knocked; man appeared behind dog in doorway. H told him to call off
-his dog; would not; so H shot the dog and we went in. Found Ruffinelli
-in bed, pretending sleep; shirt covered with blood and head tied up;
-not pretty to look at. Put him on a horse and tied his feet together,
-brought him to the only brick building in town. Some got on top of it
-with guns while the manager did sentry; there are hundreds of Italians
-here. A stage starts for town at 8 A. M. and the manager suggested
-that if there were no passengers the stage should take the man in
-now before the other gentlemen woke up, and we could go to bed. It
-was done, and Ruffinelli went off and later got seven years on the
-frontier.
-
-
-
-
-FIRE AGAIN.
-
-
-A cold night on this big river though we are getting south now after
-our thousand miles in our little boat; so we got ashore and supped
-on grebe which reminded one of red herrings. Found a little grass
-hut built by a woodcutter possibly, and three of us snuggled up on
-the floor, just big enough, with a candle and part of a book. Heaven
-knows where the man got it. Well, we went to sleep and the bookman
-knocked the candle over and the fire ran up the hut luckily one of
-us woke and put it out and the others never knew and told the fireman
-next noon that "he had been dreaming"; is so, why that black streak?
-Another morning we found a big jaguar and cub had passed a yard from
-A's head. They were grunting all night close to us in the jungle, and
-could not have been hungry as there were five of us to choose from.
-Got aboard and got lost on the Chaco side of the river. This gran
-Chaco is an endless maze of creeks and little islands covered with
-trees and jungle, no birds or beasts seemingly and the fish won't bite
-often. There are some hostile Indians but the chances are greatly in
-favor of starving to death, a desolate place but the wind brought us
-to the river again and when the cox wanted to go about, it blew so
-fresh that mast and big lateèn sail went. Two of us jumped and held on
-to it but it was hard on finger nails and as there was quite a little
-sea our small boat was tumbling about. We all had our trousers rolled
-up to our knees except Maria, who was a Paraguayan woman and wife of
-Salvador, a Portuguese, who we called Joe. Fortunately there was a
-little island on to which we drifted. Maria was frightened and knelt
-down a few yards off, with her skirt over her head, for five minutes,
-like an image. Then she rose up and said: "It is a bad wind; we shall
-not get to Rosario alive," and set to work like a little man. We
-fixed our mast up with fish lines and whatever we had. Drifting again
-on the Chaco side where the jungle is not as thick as on the other,
-with more trees. We ran in to look at what turns out to be boughs bent
-over in a half-circle, once a tiny hut four feet high. Now the thatch
-is gone and there is two or three inches of water and rotten leaves,
-sitting in which and leaning against the boughs is a skeleton and a
-worm-eaten flint lock musket alongside, the skull has rolled or been
-blown off and lies there. What a death! miles of dark silent forest
-behind, in front the immense river, the wash of which is the only
-sound. Poor devil, wonder who it was once! We left it sitting there
-and I do not suppose anyone will come across it again.
-
-[Illustration: A Dismal Swamp--Hundreds of Miles of It. Ye Gran Chaco.]
-
-[Illustration: Shipwrecked.]
-
-[Illustration: A Lonely Skeleton.]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-
-
-
-TWO FALLS AND A COW.
-
-
-Chasing a little cow bareback and riding loosely she made a quick turn
-and the mare stuck to her just where we had worn a track bringing the
-adobes for houses. Man's head struck the track and a native woman
-carried the remains into a house and doctored him. Another time,
-sitting on a blanket strapped around a tall black beast with a back
-like the roof of a church, and leading a mare, dogs came and scared
-the mare, man held but the rope was only around the mare's neck and,
-as she was faster than the horse, man was pulled forward over the
-horse's head, one hand full of reins, revolver, and mane, the other
-of the mare. Strap round the blanket loosened and away went man
-onto his back. Mare dragged him fifty yards over burned camp and the
-skin came off his arms and the black stuff rubbed in. Took some time
-to heal and he could not get up for a while because he thought his
-back was broke; also he had to swear at the dog owners when they ran
-up. One day, as we stood about among some piles of brick, a cow stood
-pawing the dust up near, suddenly she charged and all got on brick
-piles except one who thought it was all right because he was behind a
-heap; but the cow turned round the corner and came at him head down
-and tail up. Now would you think that that man stood perfectly still
-and watched the cow's shoulder wondering if he had a sword whether he
-could hit the right spot? We had been seeing a good many bull fights
-lately. Anyway when he jumped to one side he did it mechanically and
-the cow's horn tore his coat. She kept straight on though.
-
-[Illustration: The Mare Wins Easy.]
-
-[Illustration: El Hombre ò la Vaca.]
-
-
-
-
-REAL GHOSTS.
-
-
-Did you ever keep house for friends gone away? If you have not, don't
-do it, the place is full of ghosts of live people, this is quite
-unfair. No well conducted live person should have a ghost; but there
-they are, and their feet go hither and thither making no sound, and
-their mouths eat at meals though the food never gets less, and they
-talk to you and to each other. You know what they say though there is
-no sound, and you get no answer if you speak to them. One does not
-really object to it; they are just like the live people in a way;
-they have exactly the same ways as the people they seem to be. They
-seem to hear your remarks and pass them by; often I fancy you are
-like a ghost to them, but one is not sure because if so why do they
-listen to you? Still, as I said, one does talk to them--but they don't
-answer. Do they expect you to reply to them; mine don't. In the open
-air, gardening or filling up time someway, they are not with one so
-much; it is at meals mostly. What becomes of them later. When you
-come into the place at night the stillness is wonderful either in the
-black darkness or with the bright moonlight shadowing everywhere with
-wraiths of boughs and plants; but one misses the ghosts; there is only
-an open grave; there's nothing in it.
-
-[Illustration: Real Ghosts.]
-
-
-
-
-ON THE SAN RAFAEL RANCH.
-
-
-Once on a time there was a ranch with a church on it amongst other
-things. There was also a winery, and a man for whom the manager tried
-to find work that he could do, having got down to weeding which was
-not a success, he gave him the winemaker's shanty in which to sleep
-close to the winery which he was to see was safe; and Sundays he was
-to sweep the church by 11 o'clock. The manager had been doing this
-when he took the flowers down formerly, coming down the first Sunday
-that the man was to have done it, it was not done; so after getting
-the church ready, the manager drove to the winery and found the door
-forced, shouted down a trap door and the man appeared from below,
-saying that four men with clubs had broken in; he watched them from
-his window being afraid to interfere; but there were four empty wine
-bottles in his room, he was told to pack. As he was sulky and wanted
-to argue with a club full of nails to help him, he was put on the
-floor and his head bumped till he was reasonable; the blacksmith put
-his head in and requested that the man should not be killed. Manager
-said he was not worth it and sent blacksmith off to put him on the
-cars. Had smith fix the winery door again, after which they went to
-church just in time to meet the clergyman from town. A very pretty
-little church, built in memory of her husband who owned the ranch on
-the road to the village (one hundred and ranch, by his widow. There
-is a long tunnel on this thirty yards long) made by the last owner
-trying for coal. When he did not find coal, he made a road of the
-tunnel, and a big reservoir by banking at one end, fifty feet of this
-embankment washed out in our big flood year (ground squirrels had
-been working in it) and swept a railroad bridge away further down. We
-come through nights without a light often and feel our way along the
-sides with the whip, as dark a place as I ever was in, and there is
-not above eighteen inches to spare, each side your wheels. Coming out
-at one end there is a long downhill and once on a wagon with no break
-or foot board. Sitting on top of a load of wheat the wagon ran onto
-the four horses and away we went, the driver swung the horses off the
-road onto the plough to the mountains, the only way to save a smash;
-but as he swung, the rope loosened with the jerk and landed the sack
-he sat on and him on his back in the road, close to the wheel, luckily
-turning from him. He threw up the reins, the plough, etc., stopped the
-horses and another man and he having sorted them out, got a better
-wagon. That is enough about ranching.
-
-[Illustration: The Day of Rest.]
-
-[Illustration: Saionara.]
-
-[Illustration:
-
-    "Went down the hill without the drag on,
-                                    Poor Mary Ann.
-    Mother she waxed her, petted her and kissed her,
-    Docter he came and he put on a blister,
-    If she'd a' died we'd never a' missed her;
-                                    Poor Mary Ann."
-]
-
-[Illustration: Man in a Slough.]
-
-
-
-
-EXPRESS CHARGES.
-
-
-In the pineries (Illinois), where there was shooting, a man got lost,
-they are twelve miles through timber, ridges, and sloughs covered with
-green moss that closes over you if you don't mind your ways. This man
-luckily came across a solitary railroad track and as he had been out
-a good while and was seven miles from home he sat down to smoke and
-think about things. Then the handcar came along, three men; so the
-shootster, who knew many of the men, got on and worked his passage
-leaving his spaniel, Dash, to run. We came along, talking and singing,
-till we came to the quarter mile long trestle bridge over the Calumet
-and swamps. Here an express turned up behind us and we started to
-work; oh, yes; we worked with that beast of a train getting closer. We
-could not stop to get off the track, but we got to the little station
-and a man at the switch had time to let us off while the express
-thundered by. Whether they saw us or not we never knew; if they did it
-was a cruel game to play and when we got in we sat on a woodpile and
-felt queer. My dog turned up half an hour later; the pace was too good
-for him at first. The undergrowth is so thick in those woods that you
-cannot see any distance. It was here two brothers, shooting forward,
-and whistling to know where each other was came to the edge of the
-tall trees. A woodcock got up and shot off through the brush down this
-edge. One man shot it and, looking beyond as he loaded, saw something
-he could not make out. It turned out to be his brother's head.
-
-"What are you waiting for?" said No. 1.
-
-"The rest of the charge," said he, "you've shot me."
-
-[Illustration: Express Charges--Pittsburg & Fort Wayne R. R.]
-
-[Illustration: F. P. Long Stop.]
-
-"Oh, shot your grandmother," said No. 1. But all the same there was
-one little spot of blood on his left cheekbone and I could feel the
-shot which he never would take out though I wanted to; it was my shot
-anyway.
-
-
-
-
-COTTON PACKING.
-
-
-In Shanghai it was against the law to pack cotton at night but it was
-done, one night, in a big go-down, a lot of Chinese on a platform
-ten feet above the floor were running round a capstan as if getting
-up anchor, only their thing works downwards, around, around to their
-eternal chant of ha ho, ha, hao o ha. Two fell over the edge. Now
-there were pigs of lead piled up below and their skulls cracked like
-eggs. The other fellows did not seem to care much and in the morning
-carried the bodies off in their ropes and probably threw them in the
-weeds a little way outside town. On the Bubbling Well road (so called
-because there is a well that always has a bubble coming up from the
-bottom), it used to be horrible sometimes in one's early morning ride.
-They are rather an awful people, and there are razor-backed hogs that
-roam around.
-
-[Illustration: "Roll Dat Cotton."]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration]
-
-Acapulco is a queer little place, mostly heat, blacks, shell work,
-sharks, etc. There are immense sharks (about sixteen feet). They won't
-look at pork with or without a hook in it. What do they eat. Must be
-mostly the stuff thrown from ships. Some say that they run up into the
-surf and catch the little darkies by the legs. Anyway they are big and
-fat and there are lots of them.
-
-A war with the French is about to begin and the ships are expected but
-have not come; so we can't land some French officers who are here to
-join their ships--not good for them ashore just now.
-
-We were round, look, see business, and there was a fuss, and a fellow
-shot and missed; but the bullet got my leg. Curious it did not sting
-but was more like a blow; did not break anything though. The native
-imitations of flowers (shell work) are very pretty and there is lots
-of coral, etc. Only a small place and not much clothing. An old fort
-at the entrance with mouldy cannon, harbor to get into which one goes
-up a passage that is parallel to the coast. You can't see anyway in
-when you are out, or out when you are in, is like a big pond with
-a grove of cocoanuts on the far side from the village but no other
-trees except a palm or two, the colors of the mountains are fine, and
-the young fry dive any distance after money thrown to them, as they
-do at all these places, carry it in their mouths, their only pocket.
-Principal industries, when there is no ship to coal, lying in (and
-out of) the sun and drinking; as some one said: "Customs beastly
-manners none."
-
-
-
-
-MAN OVERBOARD.
-
-
-Aboard a ship where there were a lot of young men passengers, and
-jumping back and forth over open hatches, diving from the yardarm,
-catching sharks, and revolver practice at men-of-war hawks, molly
-hawks, cape pigeons, catching albatross with a hook and line, etc.,
-were among the amusements, some of us met at about 11 A. M. to
-breakfast in a cabin the owner of which had a hamper of cakes and two
-boxes of Partaga and Regalia Brittanica cigars, these men amongst whom
-were a T-- and two M's--had been brought up on civilized things so the
-unfortunate owner's cigars went fast. One of us poor fellows was too
-fond of drinks and other things and had no business to have come as
-he soon got d.t's. and was shut up in his cabin with a sentry. Some
-way he got out, ran the length of the saloon, and dived through the
-big stern window, through the glass, bending the guard rods right and
-left. A man standing by the wheel on deck above, looking aft, saw the
-head and arms of a man rise on the top of a following wave, shouted
-"man overboard", and threw a preserver. The captain was very good
-and we went astern for an hour or more which was dangerous with the
-sea that was running; had a boat out too. Then we picked up the boat
-and went ahead and he floated alongside near where he went overboard.
-They tried everything, though he had already been a little eaten by
-fish. Several of our crowd on this ship could not stand the new life
-after landing. H shot himself. W shut himself up with brandy and drank
-till he died; and so on.
-
-[Illustration: Coaling--Rio Janeiro.]
-
-[Illustration: Man Overboard--Bay of Biscay.]
-
-
-
-
-"THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET."
-
-
-If you do not know what baldearing is and are short of amusement, tie
-the end of a well rope to your cinch and then walk your horse away
-eighty feet or so till your bucket comes up full, if you like to and
-have a trough along side, arrange it so that bucket catches and tilts
-at the top so as to let the water into the trough, or 'troff' as I
-suppose it will be spelled later. Then walk your horse back and down
-goes your bucket. The first time one man tried, as he turned he let
-the rope touch the horse and this horse did not approve. It whirled
-around a few times, tied himself up in a knot, and over they went.
-Horse up again some way and got to the end of his rope in a hurry. The
-two brick pillars of the well (the pride of the man's heart) crumbled
-away and off went that animal with eighty foot or so of suga, the
-bucket, and the cross beam, into a drove of mares which stampeded
-all over the world. Don't know what became of the mares but we got
-the horse fifty miles from home next day. He was a good beast but
-nervous about ropes apparently. It is better to have a quieter gee for
-baldearing.
-
-[Illustration: Act I.--The Great Baldearing Trick.]
-
-[Illustration: Act II.]
-
-
-
-
-A DOG'S TALE.
-
-
-Lx, who was one of the Prince of Wales shooting party around about
-Chicago (F. W. was there also), had one of the dogs they shot over
-with him. He was a liver colored pointer named Grouse, and one of the
-most cantankerous beasts in temper I ever saw. Once he growled at Mark
-(A No. 1 bullterrier owned by my brother). Mark was the quietest dog
-unless he was bothered. He went for Grouse who jumped away so quickly
-that Mark only reached his tail. It healed all right but left a lump
-and we thought L-- would be wild when he returned. However, he was
-not, but thanked Frank, as he said Grouse bit when he was threshed and
-L used to hold him by the tail and when he turned to bite hit him with
-one of those short knotted dog whips; then Grouse would try the other
-side and get straightened out again. So L was obliged; as he said he
-never could hold him before as he could now from behind. This is a
-true dog story. L was the man who always shot at an Indian.
-
-[Illustration]
-
-[Illustration: The Tale of Grouse.]
-
-
-
-
-ARDEN.
-
-
-Leaving el Toro after about a ten mile drive over two ranges of small
-mountains, through wild flowers, grain, cotton wood, and live oak
-trees and by a creek, a fine drive but not for wild horses, you wind
-past the home farm and turn sharply to your right over a bridge with
-a swing gate, to find yourself suddenly amongst big lawns and live
-oaks, great beds of roses and flowers, shrubbery, and a little lake
-and glass houses. At the back of this eight acres or more is a natural
-terrace one hundred feet high, covered with live oaks, geraniums,
-creepers, etc., and up which goes a flight of steps to the orange
-orchard at the top. Back of this on the mountains, they are all
-round. At the foot of this terrace stands the house, a long rambling
-collection of rooms, porches, entrances, open-air dining-room, etc.,
-very prettily built to harmonize with the scenery. From the inside
-one looks out into a green sea of a dozen different shades of green;
-inside it is a perfect place, everything one can want from madame down
-to cocktails at which Mr. B. is a pastmaster. Pictures, music, books,
-and most of them with histories. The rides and walks up the canyon
-are beautiful, the one that goes on past the house winds through the
-mountains and across and across the creek, ferns and flowers are all
-about and one passes two little cabins, in the furthest of which they
-lived when they first came out, there are stories of a bear that
-comes here but we don't see anything of him--there are live stock,
-olives, oranges, etc., and bees, on the ranch. Friends are always
-coming and going, carriages meeting the train at el Toro twice a week
-for friends, and so many visitors (and uninvited guests) come that
-there has been a well sunk and grounds made for picnic parties about
-a quarter of a mile from the house. "Arden" is its name and madame
-played Rosalind on the lawn once, where the hammocks and tables for
-afternoon tea, etc., are, one forgets that there is any world outside
-here, why should you remember when there is all you want, and nothing
-to remind you? There are papers of course if you can't let them alone.
-"The world forgotten, by the world forgot", is something like it but
-not nice enough, and we do a little honey business and get stung
-enough to see what it is like, and sometimes garden with musical
-interludes and play whist and poker, and fight about gardening or
-cards, or whether dried currants are currants, and make cigarettes
-with crafty little machines, and go walks and get flowers sometimes
-drive or ride or shoot or fish, or watch R making a contraption for
-pumping water out of the lake, or go up to where a 40-foot high dam is
-starting across a road where the rocks nearly meet, this will make a
-big lake, more water, fish and boating, you don't know how the days go
-till you are away--then you know.
-
-[Illustration: Arden, 1897.]
-
-                  Los Angeles, October 14, 1897.
-
-     Well, beginning on the left is the little house Mr. B and
-     Madame went to stay, but when she was getting better last
-     time, they said it was dryer than her own room--next that
-     is an enclosed yard with a store room at the back and over
-     it a room where her theatrical dresses are kept, the
-     little house right off that is the house girls' rooms, in
-     front of the last is a bed of carnations and where the two
-     girls are is the open air dining room, next that is the
-     indoor dining room, kitchen behind, then Nashtia's room
-     with a rustic well in front, part of dining room behind
-     and part of kitchen and big pantry behind that--then an
-     entrance and little hall behind which is my room as they
-     call it and bathroom beyond--then Mr. Bozentas' study, hall
-     behind and then the room with the church windows (the odd
-     window is a seat of Madames) this a very large room and
-     goes the whole depth of the house and up to the rafters
-     with a big granite fireplace and no end of pretty things in
-     it. I suppose you would call it a drawing room--then there
-     is a spare bedroom, hall and another bedroom at the back,
-     then an entrance with a bathroom beyond the hall--then Mr.
-     B's room with Madame's at the back and these open onto
-     a wide deep porch with Japanese screens and trellis and
-     creepers which is the end--the kitchen garden is beyond
-     the shrubbery to the left and that lawn runs to the right
-     ever such a way to the farmyard entrance--at the back is
-     a deep hill 50 yards high or more covered with live oak,
-     geraniums, wild grasses and so on--on top there is an
-     orange and olive orchard--in front excepting drives it is
-     all garden and shrubbery to a creek with a swing gate, I
-     dare say there are 8 or 10 acres, all this and a small
-     valley are shut in by high mountains and you exist in a
-     sort of green sea. That is Madame by her porch, the girls
-     on the right were Misses Langenberger, Yorke and Easton.
-     I am doing roses on the well, Annie and Maggie are in the
-     open dining room, Nashtia is by the little house, Mr. B is
-     talking to Johnny, left front, Sam is watering with his
-     small and faithful Bobilo dog near him, the other dog is
-     a big hound named Rock. If you keep this till you get the
-     sketch perhaps you can make it out.
-
-[Illustration: Weeding.]
-
-[Illustration: 1900--Beginning of the D----.]
-
-[Illustration: Let Go!]
-
-[Illustration: They're Off!]
-
-
-
-
-HORSES.
-
-"A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse."
-
-
-One man who was nervous wanted to drive forty miles across camp to
-Rosario, Santa Fé, and one of us who was not nervous said he would
-drive the pair of greys; one had been in harness twice and the other
-not at all; but the trap and harness were strong. So when the driver
-went to start and found them loading chains and ironware in case there
-was a runaway, he had it out again; there are no fences or ditches and
-all there was to do if they did runaway was to head for Rosario, they
-did, after trying if they could fly, horses buck here more than they
-kick, and when they wanted to stop the driver prevailed on them with a
-whip to keep on till one tried to fall down and nearly pulled him over
-the dashboard, but they got to town. Talking of bucking; we have some
-prize-takers. We all tried one and no one could stay on. Sometimes
-a piece of wood is used which you tie in front and push your knees
-under, or a blanket rolled up helps. Another, a beautiful labuno, was
-brought for me one day, the Señora who knew the horse, asked if I was
-a domador which I am not at all, she said "better not get on" and next
-day I knew she was right. Our best rider was going to try but the
-horse went around in circles at the end of a lasso, bucking like an
-airy fiend, everything flying till he broke away and no one got near
-him for hours, then he was captured with bolas, all this is different
-from hunting or riding races, the horse seems to express his opinions
-more freely and forcibly here, and one wants a special education. In
-Australia I know there is plenty of bucking, but I never was there,
-we had some horses from there in China, one of them (F--s) bucked his
-saddle over his head and never broke the girths. I did not see this
-but it is true. Another fell in a race and would not get up although
-fire-crackers were let off among his legs; then they tied a chain to
-him and dragged him away. Don't know if he ever got up. One Tartar
-pony I knew ran away with a Consul and up forty steps into the grand
-stand, another in a race jumped on top on one of these wide mud walls,
-and as he had his fore legs one side and hind legs the other he had to
-be taken off. I was riding in these races and we had no end of fun;
-last a week, but two men were nearly killed and one horse quite.
-
-[Illustration: Russian Consul Going for the Grand Stand--Shanghai.]
-
-[Illustration: "Get on Ferguson."]
-
-[Illustration: One on the Wall.]
-
-[Illustration: A Bad 'un to Mount.]
-
-[Illustration: Lloyd's "Crumpler" on Miss Louise. Steeple. Flat.]
-
-
-
-
-SUDDEN DEATH.
-
-
-In Los Angeles on Main street a hack drove along and one man directed
-another's attention to two girls in it. They were very pretty but like
-many others, had their faces covered with white powder, these were
-Mexicans. They drove across to Rose and Ferguson's stable (Rose shot
-himself later) and then down Commercial street and Los Angeles street
-to a hotel with a man (I-- F) they picked up at the stables. One of
-the first two men was passing as the hack stopped and made a grab for
-the girl, who got out first, because as the man put his foot on the
-hack step to get out, she shot him in the eye and he fell forward
-onto the sidewalk dead. She only said: "He'll never fool another girl"
-and was going to shoot again but changed her mind and walked off with
-her sister to the police station to give herself up. She was tried;
-she was impudent and said she would shoot anyone that said anything
-about her. Some fellows took her bouquets; she got no punishment, of
-course, and the day she was free went to get the revolver which she
-had borrowed she said. B's daughter shot at a man on Spring street
-near First three times front of where the P. O. used to be, but only
-shot a bit off the top of his head. He ought to have been killed; his
-folks had money though and he was let off. I was summoned as a witness
-in this. The father knew me but I knew nothing of the affair. I got
-mad in court as usual and Mr. S. W. let me go. There used to be a good
-deal of shooting in Los Angeles but it is all changed now. At the same
-corner of Commercial Street a man sat at an upstairs window and waited
-till the man he wanted went along the other side; then he shot him
-with a shot gun.
-
-[Illustration: The End of Don J-- F. Front of White House, Commercial
-St., Los Angeles.]
-
-[Illustration:
-
-Man coming in suddenly--"Now I've got you."
-Man, looking up--"Oh let up, don't interrupt this game."
-First man, paralyzed, walks out again without shooting.
-The Good Old Days.]
-
-M and I used to go down Sonora town to Spanish fandangos and things
-where there was often trouble. Once they were shooting in the night
-around the adobes and a policeman fell down and was carried home but
-when they searched they found the ball in his clothes and he was not
-hurt a bit.
-
-I was shot in the Pico house and S-- drove me to his funeral, next
-week I was at S's funeral; he was shot in his room.
-
-[Illustration: One Adobe--Los Angeles.]
-
-[Illustration: "Empty is the Cradle, Baby's Gone"--San Rafael Ranch.]
-
-
-
-
-THIEVES.
-
-
-Staying in a house full of things for friends who were away once there
-was a burglary. I never knew till a day or two after. Well, the things
-were mostly recovered; it was an old servant and his partner who did
-it. When we looked around there was an outside adobe store room that
-would not open and a locksmith said that the door was not locked.
-After some gymnastics we found through an extremely dusty window that
-there was something against the door. The crafty George had jammed a
-crowbar into the floor and leaned it against the door so that when
-shut the other end of the bar dropped under a crosspiece and held the
-door like a rock. Wonder where he learned that.
-
-[Illustration: California--Voices of the Night.]
-
-[Illustration: Pincher--All That Could be Seen, or Heard.]
-
-One night, being away from a ranch some one went into my bedroom and
-took the cash box (only $225 and $50 was mine and $15 A. C. J's).
-There were two men playing chess in the next room who never went to
-see what was going on though all the dogs were wild the men say, and
-the men's quarters are some distance away. We found the broken box on
-the tennis court, house table, all the money, but $19 church money in
-an envelope, gone of course. Never knew who did it. Another time, at a
-little ranch I had five miles from town, I used to walk out sometimes
-at night. Some one broke in one night as I found the door open but
-nothing gone. So next Sunday I left everything just the same and came
-out after dark but earlier and lay down with my gun just opposite the
-door, at twelve whoever it was came (there was no house near) and I
-lay trying to hear what they said but could not. They came to the door
-and then that little fiend Pincher (my fox terrier) turned up from
-some where and "raised Cain"; they left and I followed a little way;
-it was a black night; struck one that searching for gentlemen one had
-not been introduced to, able to see nothing ahead and with the light
-from the open door in one's rear, was not correct; so I went to bed.
-Next morning found where they had tied their horses in the willows
-down by the creek. Mexicans from the mountains probably. Have not
-had many robbery games. Father went down once long ago with a sawed
-off shotgun and I went to open the door. I asked him after "what he
-thought about?" and he said that he thought he should spoil a new
-carpet.
-
-Another time still further back, when so small that I was sleeping in
-his room, I woke him to see the shadow of a ladder on the blind in
-London. There were burglars, but in the next house. He caught one and
-let him go and the grateful ruffian sent him a paper of written rules
-as to how to make his house safe.
-
-[Illustration: "Marshals Them the Way That They Should Go?"]
-
-[Illustration: "Oh Lie Down P.---- It's All Right."]
-
-
-
-
-BRIEF AUTHORITY.
-
-
-Once upon a time a man, call him P.o1, was Marshal at a big picnic
-and cavorted around in a gorgeous scarf, riding an ancient but fiery
-untamed Mexican bronco, blanco I mean, which had lots of action,
-particularly forward. This man had been yarning with another, call him
-P.o2, who had also been in the golden South Americas and who, being
-in that frivolous state of mind, often found in travelers, insisted
-on climbing up behind P.o1 whenever he got a chance, and inciting the
-blanco till the action became worse than ever, and the three nearly
-got seasick. They did not though, but feasted sumptiously on part of
-a whole bullock barbecued, which was so good that they wished they
-had known him when alive; might have been better men. Picnic was a
-success but P.o2 was not satisfied with one day, and carried on till
-a couple of weeks later P.o1 got a message to come to the St. C.
-hotel. P.o2 had got D.T.'s and was amusing himself trying to get out
-of a three-story window. The St. C. people sent for P.o1 who took the
-maniac away and kept him in his bedroom for four abandoned nights.
-P.o2 was big and wiry and strong withal, and in the lengua del pais
-it was "no circus". P.o2 got better and two years after P.o1 had a
-telegram from him saying their ship went down in the Atlantic and took
-his twenty thousand draft with her, and he was busted. Now he is in
-England with a title and estate and P.o1 has neither, and this is the
-reward of virtue--but P.o1 was a Marshal once--and
-
-    "The world goes up, and the world goes down,
-      And the sunshine follows the rain;
-    And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown
-      never come over again."
-
-
-
-
-    "La vie est vaine:
-    Un peu d'amour,
-    Un peu de haine ...
-    Et puis--bon-jour!
-
-    La vie est brève:
-    Un peu d'espoir,
-    Un peu de rève ...
-    Et puis--bonsoir." ...
-
-
-       *       *       *       *       *
-
-
-Transcriber's Notes
-
-Repositioned illustrations and silently corrected minor punctuation
-errors. Retained original spelling except for the following changes:
-
-Page 21: Tencriffe may be a typo for Teneriffe (now Tenerife).
-  (Orig: Eleven days in the Bay of Biscay off Tencriffe.)
-
-Page 27: Changed "quanaco" to "guanaco."
-  (Orig: everything is mixed up with the quanaco in the dark)
-
-Page 61: Changed "villians" to "villains."
-  (Orig: They were very free and easy villians)
-
-Page 90: Changed "prettyly" to "prettily."
-  (Orig: very prettyly built to harmonize with the scenery.)
-
-Page 93: Changed "shruberry" to "shrubbery."
-  (Orig: all garden and shruberry to a creek)
-
-Page 105: Changed "mim" to "him."
-  (Orig: yarning with another, call mim P.o2,)
-
-Page 106: English Translation:
-  "Life is in vain:
-   A little love,
-   A little bit of hatred ...
-   And then--good-day!
-
-   Life is short:
-   A little hope,
-   A little dream ...
-   And then goodnight." ...
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
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-<tr><td align="left">"To Sleep, to Sleep"</td><td align="right"><a href="#TO_SLEEP_TO_SLEEP">49</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">"Half the World, Etc."</td><td align="right"><a href="#HALF_THE_WORLD_DONT_KNOW_HOW_THE_OTHER_HALF_LIVES_OR_DIES">51</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Hard Times</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">"There was a Ship Quoth He."</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Health and Appetite</td><td align="right"><a href="#HEALTH_AND_APPETITE">59</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">The Knuckle-duster</td><td align="right"><a href="#KNUCKLE-DUSTING">59</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Wanderers</td><td align="right"><a href="#WANDERERS">61</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">"The Weary Ploughboy"</td><td align="right"><a href="#THE_WEARY_PLOUGHBOY">63</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Another Quarrel</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_QUARREL_CANDELARIA">63</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Another Fire</td><td align="right"><a href="#FIRE_AGAIN">65</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Two Falls and a Cow</td><td align="right"><a href="#TWO_FALLS_AND_A_COW">69</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Real Ghosts</td><td align="right"><a href="#REAL_GHOSTS">71</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">On the San Rafael Ranch</td><td align="right"><a href="#ON_THE_SAN_RAFAEL_RANCH">73</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Express Charges</td><td align="right"><a href="#EXPRESS_CHARGES">77</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Cotton Packing</td><td align="right"><a href="#COTTON_PACKING">81</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Man Overboard</td><td align="right"><a href="#MAN_OVERBOARD">85</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">"The Old Oaken Bucket"</td><td align="right"><a href="#THE_OLD_OAKEN_BUCKET">87</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">A Dog Story</td><td align="right"><a href="#A_DOGS_TALE">89</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Arden</td><td align="right"><a href="#ARDEN">89</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Horses</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Sudden Death, Etc.</td><td align="right"><a href="#SUDDEN_DEATH">97</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">A Game at Billiards</td><td align="right"><a href="#The_Good_Old_Days">98</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Thieves</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_101">101</a></td></tr>
-<tr><td align="left">Brief Authority</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_105">105</a></td></tr>
-</table></div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span></p>
-
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
-<img src="images/i_006.jpg" width="400" height="426" alt="A and B in bar" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p>
-<h2><a name="questionmark" id="questionmark">?</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>A, an Argentino, comes in to a pulperia and talks loudly to another
-native. B objects, laying his hand on A's arm, and asks him to make
-less noise.</p>
-
-<p>A steps back, putting his hand on his knife, and B throws him out of
-doors and shuts the door.</p>
-
-<p>Later A returns and he and B sit down to talk it over. A says that he
-is an Estanciero, with thirty thousand head of live stock and would
-have treated B well if he had come to his place; why had B thrown him
-out?</p>
-
-<p>B said: "Too much noise and knife."</p>
-
-<p>B had put on an ulster and had a Derringer in his hand in his pocket;
-a man had told him that A was coming back to kill him.</p>
-
-<p>For two hours or so they sat, A talking a little and then jumping up
-in front of B, his knife wandering up and down B who sat perfectly
-still watching as if it was a show. Then A would sit again and jump
-up again and so on. They use a knife here as an Englishman would his
-hand and are so quick that the pistol would never have saved B, though
-he might have killed A, killing is not much thought of and this man
-was wild to do it. Why did he not? Was it Providence? Or was it that A
-being a brave man,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span>
-he could not kill a thing that made no resistance.</p>
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_008a.jpg" width="600" height="432" alt="Buena Noche Toreador" />
-<div class="caption">Buena Noche Toreador.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_008b.jpg" width="500" height="504" alt="Digging Ye First Corral Ditch." />
-<div class="caption">Digging Ye First Corral Ditch.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-<p>Later it turned out that A was on some government work and had
-seventeen soldiers camped outside; they had stayed at an Estancia the
-night before where he had lost money at monte probably, probably had a
-"wet" night.</p>
-
-<p>He was not in an amiable frame of mind. When he went to bed, he asked
-B if he would come and kill him as he slept; also if B would lock up
-his papers and things.</p>
-
-<p>B told him to go to bed; that (B) was English. But why is B alive? and
-perhaps A?</p>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="FIRE" id="FIRE">FIRE!</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Five small wooden huts originally brought from England and later
-hauled forty miles or more across a camp on bullock-wagons to start
-a new colony next to Indian territory. Each hut is about eight feet
-square and they are a foot apart with the high grass cut off around
-about in case of prairie fires. Three men from one end hut have
-gone shooting deer or emus or whatever turns up, leaving a heap of
-powder-flasks, guns, saddles, and clothes in one corner of their
-shanty;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> blankets, etc., hanging out of the lower bunk, half-cover
-and open box on the floor with eight pounds of loose powder in it.
-The next hut is empty except when the owner comes to lie down, gasp,
-and perspire. It is so hot that you can break a piece of grass, and
-he is digging, with scarcely any clothes on, the first big corral
-ditch. Once as he lies half stupidly, listening lazily to a crackling,
-thinking that if he had sense enough he would wonder what it could
-be. Then he gets up to see. Fire had started in some way in the heap
-of clothes and was running up the thin boards to the roof. There is
-not much room but there is a fork with which he begins to shovel out
-the burning heap, and yell for water, which his brother, asleep in a
-further hut, brings when he realizes what is wanted. This water was
-thrown into the box of powder, but all this time the sparks have been
-falling into it and the man wants to know why everything was not blown
-to kingdom come before that water came.</p>
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_010.jpg" width="500" height="463" alt="A Prairie Fire." />
-<div class="caption">A "Prairie" Fire.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>When the shooters got home there were remarks. Reminded me of the
-story of two roughs in London who were talking over an article in a
-paper about the improvement of the lower classes which one read to
-the other, who remarked: "Yes, we're a bad lot, Bill, but we 'as our
-fun. The other day there was a bloody fire and the bloody fire engine
-come down the bloody street to the bloody 'ouse an' there was a bloody
-ole fool standin' at the top winder, an' I says, jump, ye bloody fool
-and me an' my mate Bill'll ketch yer in our blanket, an' the bloody
-fool 'e jumps an' e' breaks 'is bloody neck&mdash;we 'adn't got no bloody
-blanket."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span></p>
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_012a.jpg" width="600" height="278" alt="And Said as Plain as Whisper in the Ear, the Place is
-Haunted." />
-<div class="caption">"And Said as Plain as Whisper in the Ear, the Place is
-Haunted."</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_012b.jpg" width="600" height="402" alt="Sampans on the Yellow River." />
-<div class="caption">Sampans on the Yellow River.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p>
-<h2><a name="THE_GHOST" id="THE_GHOST">THE GHOST.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>A lonely little old hut on the bank of a river in Illinois said to
-be haunted. Man went and slept there part of a night, cold, woke up
-covered with snow that had drifted in through holes in the roof. Went
-home, no ghost. Shooting duck on the way back got stuck in a slough.
-Another man turned up and took one end of the gun. Man in the mud's
-legs stayed on and he came out. If anyone don't believe this he has
-the legs still. Don't go after ghosts though; you may find one.</p>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="IN_A_HOUSEBOAT" id="IN_A_HOUSEBOAT">IN A HOUSEBOAT.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>On the Yangtze River, houseboats have a cabin with bunks, table, and
-a mast, that should go up and down so that you can get under bridges
-made of long blocks of stone; they also have a huge sail made of
-matting. You put your cook, coolies, and provisions aboard, get your
-passport, and are off through merchant ships, junks, men-of-war,
-sampans, etc., up the river, and through the pass where they saw the
-fire from Shanghai and got up in time to save the captain of a craft
-where the men had been tied to the masts<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> and the ships set on fire
-by pirates. Sometimes the coolies pull you with a rope; sometimes
-push you with poles; sometimes you sail. When you please you land and
-shoot pheasants scared out of Chinese graves (big and little mounds
-covered with reeds etc.) by bones thrown in, plenty of bones, remains
-of bamboo stockades used in the Taeping rebellion still standing.
-There are duck, plover, and snipe; and now and then you pass through a
-Chinese village. Natives stare and big dogs get excited. It is as well
-to keep a watch, at night particularly when near any soldier junks, as
-we were at Foochow.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_014a.jpg" width="600" height="436" alt="On the Yangtze Kiang." />
-<div class="caption">On the Yangtze Kiang.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_014b.jpg" width="600" height="439" alt="A Pulperia." />
-<div class="caption">A Pulperia.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="ANIMALS" id="ANIMALS">ANIMALS.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>A pulperia with the usual crowd evenings, Spanish Mayor domo excited
-because he says a big Argentino (a stranger in with a tropa of
-prairie schooners from Mendoza) drew a knife on his compradre, the
-Italian proprietor. Writer was close but saw no knife. Spaniard being
-a man in authority has always a lot of human jackals ready to take
-his part; he is not any good himself. Argentino run out of pulperia
-and beaten, etc., till insensible. Englishman comes up and finding
-another Spaniard (said to have been a brigand formerly) burning the
-Argentino's fingers with a match,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> saying that he is shamming, abuses
-everybody; stooping over the Argentino, finding his heart is still
-beating; slips his hand under him and takes his knife (a poor little
-one which he pockets); asks if the crowd think they've done enough?
-They go back to the pulperia, Englishman also, but he returns in five
-minutes and finds the man has come to and is staggering about. He
-lies down when found. Crowd turn up again, but hearing that the first
-who meddles will be shot, keep quiet till at last the juez de paz
-(Argentino) turns up and takes charge of man. Tried in Rosario later,
-he says that the Englishman, who is not called as a witness saved his
-life, dare say he was right; men are brutes sometimes.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_016a.jpg" width="600" height="420" alt="A Row." />
-<div class="caption">A Row.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_016b.jpg" width="600" height="375" alt="What's Left of San Carlos Cathedral&mdash;Humatiaá,
-Paraguay." />
-<div class="caption">What's Left of San Carlos Cathedral&mdash;Humatiaá,
-Paraguay.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="HUMATIAA" id="HUMATIAA">HUMATIAÁ.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>In a little Paraguayan village where there is no hotel we find a
-shanty with a table on which are cold meat and pickles mostly; eat
-when you like, sleep when and where you can, and pay is exorbitant.
-Two of us slept on a table. We are here after jaguars. One found
-a hammock said to belong to the cook&mdash;don't know what became of
-him&mdash;this was slung over the table, all in the same room which opened
-on the main street. The old town was smashed in the last fight which
-was a plucky one and where the fellows left alive<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> got out of the
-town by tying dead soldiers to posts by dummy guns, leaving them on
-guard till the other fellows found out. There is nothing left of it
-but the ruins of a cathedral (San Carlos), high bare walls with great
-timbers sticking out into the sky and holes made by cannon. One of
-us tried to sketch it, but it was not easy as the population were
-interested and shut one up in a circle. The present village is half a
-mile away, a street of wooden shanties with big shutters (no glass)
-nearer the river. In the houses they played loto with much noise, and
-taught green parrots to whistle.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_018.jpg" width="600" height="346" alt="Evening in Humatiaá." />
-<div class="caption">Evening in Humatiaá.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>In one there were two delightful and rather fiedish little jaguar
-cubs, in the street people played bowls and talked to anyone they
-wished. We all knew each other directly and did the same. Now and
-then, to some belle going out in scarlet dress, gold embroideries, and
-huge earrings, her dress up to her knees in front and a long train;
-nothing much on her shoulders or her feet and at night people wander
-into the room where we are trying to sleep, eat, play cards, sing,
-fight, and so on. Sometimes a man on the table goes mad and sits up.
-I am in the hammock above so I go mad. It doesn't matter, everyone is
-mad with an uncivilized madness here.</p>
-
-<p>So we get up and eat, the language is guarani, two-thirds Spanish,
-one-third Indian and a trifle of Portuguese;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> nice language, with a
-click in it like a dissipated watch.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_020a.jpg" width="550" height="445" alt="Adios Humatiaá." />
-<div class="caption">Adios Humatiaá.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_020b.jpg" width="500" height="507" alt="Your Stateroom." />
-<div class="caption">Your Stateroom.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>There was a baby's funeral among other things. The little body
-covered with flowers and surrounded by candles, is carried round on a
-board, by a crowd and brass band; they come in, put it on a table or
-somewhere. The band plays and the crowd fraternize and drink cana till
-tired. Then to another house and this goes on till they are all drunk
-and till the baby has to be buried.</p>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="AT_SEA" id="AT_SEA">AT SEA.</a></h2>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"<i>Ye gentlemen of England who stay at home at ease,</i><br /></span>
-<span class="i0"><i>How little do ye think upon the dangers of the seas.</i>"<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-<p>Eleven days in the Bay of Biscay off Tencriffe. A nasty sea; seems
-to come everyway; knocks the ship one side and the other till she
-trembles like a live thing. Engines only strong enough to keep us off
-shore and we get out twice only to be driven back again. Life lines
-out; fiddles on the table; water washing about saloon and cabins; one
-lady, in a top berth, with her door swinging open and shut, wants to
-know when we are going to be drowned; and "to have her cabin mopped
-out." Another, who has been so ill ever since we left that she is
-expected to die and who the captain wants to put ashore but can't
-get there, has a husband looking after her. He becomes ill and she
-suddenly gets well and stays so! What kind of a cure is this? The
-stove breaks loose, but no fire; too much water. <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>Rather an unlucky
-ship; crank and cargo badly stowed, overmasted and undermanned; once
-a fort'gallant yard came down endways through forecastle deck, lead
-water tank, etc., made the splinters fly. Once a marine spike came
-from aloft and stuck in the deck close to yours truly. Fog around St.
-Paul's island. We took reckoning for three days but did not know where
-we were. Expected to make the voyage in seventy-five days; took nearly
-four months and when we did anchor ship ahead on fire broke loose and
-drifted down on us, "those that go down to the sea in ships". One
-night she was rolling horribly; people holding onto saloon rails,
-steward came along top side rail and broke a man's hold, man flew
-across and avoided crushing a girl in a red garibaldi, red hair, and
-a pink ribbon (he should have crushed her) by spreading his arms and
-feet as he brought up against the wall. Another steward stooped for a
-turkey which was doing something in a big silver dish on the floor.
-He loosed the rail as the ship rolled. Away went turkey and man,
-getting to the other side. Man's head went whack. By the time he got
-his wits, the ship had rolled again and the turkey was half way back.
-Comforted oneself, remembering the man who when the ship was going
-down, reflected that he had paid £12 to go to New York, and they "had
-to take him there."</p>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 431px;">
-<img src="images/i_022.jpg" width="431" height="600" alt="Down in the Saloon Boys&mdash;Bay of Biscay Oh!" />
-<div class="caption">"Down in the Saloon Boys"&mdash;"Bay of Biscay Oh!"</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p>
-<h2><a name="A_QUARREL_IN_CAMP" id="A_QUARREL_IN_CAMP">A QUARREL IN CAMP.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Sunday afternoons here in camp there are horse races, bone game,
-monte, drinking, etc. At the pulperias, at a race today, two brothers
-quarrelled. One stands, knife in hand, talking to friends; the other
-twenty feet away, is held back by men all around him, who getting
-tired of persuasion begin to hammer him with their short whip stocks
-made of wood or iron covered with hide or silver, with a long flat
-rawhide thong. These rattle on his head like hail but he seems to feel
-nothing and see nothing but his brother till suddenly he drops stunned.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 471px;">
-<img src="images/i_024.jpg" width="471" height="550" alt="Children, You Should Never Let Your Angry Passions
-Rise." />
-<div class="caption">"Children, You Should Never Let Your Angry Passions
-Rise."</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Fighting here, a man wraps his poncho round the left forearm to catch
-the other man's knife, holding his own knife below in the right hand
-and watching the antagonist's knife instead of his eye. Sometimes they
-face each other a long while but are as quick as cats when they move;
-there is not much interference usually. Once a man on horseback rode
-in and grasping one of the fighters by his long black hair pushed him
-away backwards. Unless it is serious they do not fight to kill so much
-as to slash faces; but they don't seem to care for their lives much.
-A peon of mine was brought home an awful object. Santa (his woman)
-wept and said he was killed but he got well, I asked the other fellows
-afterward what they wanted to kill my fellow for and they laughed and
-said a man did not matter; pity to kill a woman, as they are scarce;
-but Santa could soon have got another man. The last is true enough.
-One day a big domador started back to G's house, where we sat on the
-porch and could see across<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> the slope; he rode over. He had won money
-or his silver harness, or for some other reason three fellows followed
-him; he had a good little mare and rode till the one following who
-had the best mount was ahead of the others. Then Jose jumped off and
-waited, getting his knife (it was mine by the by), and the other man
-rode up jumped off and ran at him, Jose made one thrust and jumping
-on his mare rode in with his hand and knife all blood. Don't know who
-the other man was but this time soldiers came after Jose who hid for
-three weeks in the maize; his woman took him food. Then he appeared
-again with three small black cats which he had found in the corn and
-of which made pets.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 457px;">
-<img src="images/i_026.jpg" width="457" height="550" alt="The Guanaco Episode." />
-<div class="caption">The Guanaco Episode.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="THE_WITCHING_HOUR" id="THE_WITCHING_HOUR">THE WITCHING HOUR.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Night in a little house on the pampas edge we got some girls together
-and had a dance. The natives have gone home and men are sleeping all
-over the floor and on the table over which is a sack of hard biscuits,
-etc., slung to the rafters. Through the darkness and open door enters
-one of two tame guanacos (something like small fawn-colored camels),
-steps on a man who wakes with a shriek. One man on the table wakes
-up, tries to sit up in a hurry, and the bag of biscuits meets him and
-knocks him flat. Over goes the table and other man and everyone and
-everything is mixed up with the guanaco in the dark till the brute
-fights his way out of the house. Someone gets a light and saves the
-pieces.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 512px;">
-<img src="images/i_028a.jpg" width="512" height="550" alt="Perrochino Trapped." />
-<div class="caption">Perrochino Trapped.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_028b.jpg" width="600" height="301" alt="Fetching the Priest." />
-<div class="caption">Fetching the Priest.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span></p>
-<h2><a name="PERROCHINO" id="PERROCHINO">PERROCHINO.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Woman calling for help at the end of hallway. Man wanders over to see
-what is wrong. At the other end of the hall is a door and a crowd.
-Wanderer jumps in and helps to hold the door, asking next man what is
-going on. Perrochino, the strongest Italian in the colony, has got
-into trouble and is jammed in the doorway, unable to do anything,
-while one Spaniard beats his head with a chairleg. Head looks ugly and
-the man is raging. Wanderer gets the door open a bit and Perrochino
-slips out, his brother, who sees him from a distance, discreetly
-slipping down a side street. Later lightning strikes a wheat stack and
-most of the men go off with a tarpaulin to draw over and smother the
-fire. Wanderer left to sit on the steps with a gun in case the Italian
-should return to the Señora and niñito. He does not.</p>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="SMALLPOX" id="SMALLPOX">SMALLPOX.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Smallpox came our way; seemed to take a piece about a quarter of a
-mile wide. Many died. Woman very ill and man went for Priest. Rainy
-and windy night and the little lamp the man carried in front of the
-Priest, who was saying prayers, kept blowing out and having to be lit
-again. The atmosphere of the room was awful for the Priest. Antonia
-and two men. Antonia was confessed and died. The others cleared and
-next day the man got a Spanish carpenter (Tapia) and boards and
-sixteen old kerosene cans<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> from the store and they made a coffin and
-lined it with the kerosene cans and put Antonia in; her feet were
-tied with a ribbon and the smallpox lumps showed through her white
-stockings. Some friends came at night and in the morning we soldered
-her up and had the funeral. Two wheels and the coffin on boards
-covered with a cloth, a cross with her name, etc., painted on it as
-well as one could; all the mourners on horseback. We buried her. Hers
-was the first death here. Her sister, who came to see her, was well
-for two weeks; then she died in twenty minutes; she only had one mark
-on her.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_030a.jpg" width="600" height="300" alt="Antonia's Funeral." />
-<div class="caption">Antonia's Funeral.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_030b.jpg" width="550" height="430" alt="Near Corientes." />
-<div class="caption">Near Corientes.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="MAY_GOOD_DIGESTION_WAIT_ON_APPETITE" id="MAY_GOOD_DIGESTION_WAIT_ON_APPETITE">"MAY GOOD DIGESTION WAIT ON APPETITE."</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>We had run out of meat and were living on a few hard biscuits and
-oranges for two days in our boat on a big river in South America; but
-today we ran up a creek to Corientes and found any quantity at fifty
-cents the aroba (25 pounds); so we took some to the creek mouth and
-Maria cooked it while we sat round with our hunting knives. Don't use
-plates and things; when cooked you cut a piece off, lay hold with
-your mouth and cut off your mouthful avoiding your nose. Cooking is
-done by sticking an iron rod (if you have one) through the meat into
-the ground slanting over the fire, turning it when one side is done.
-Then we sailed off again and came to Parana after a while. There is
-a revolution on (Blancos and Colorados) and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> the town population is
-picknicking with bedding, etc., on an island in the river. In the town
-men are on the flat roofs shooting at others scurring about in the
-bush shooting back; also maniacs are riding about like drunken demons
-cutting at anything that comes in reach. We got away after a bit and
-past batteries on the river bluffs which don't notice us (too small, I
-suppose), though we pass close to the tops of the funnels of a steamer
-that they just sank.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 384px;">
-<img src="images/i_032.jpg" width="384" height="600" alt="Cold Water Cure&mdash;Java." />
-<div class="caption">Cold Water Cure&mdash;Java.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="BUG_HUNTING" id="BUG_HUNTING">BUG HUNTING.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>In Java you are (or were) only allowed to drive around the island. You
-get a permit, from the Dutch, but are not to go into the interior far
-from the landing place where there is the biggest banyan tree in the
-world, it is said; a village could be put away in the arches. There
-are also numbers of fighting cocks, a very fine cocoanut grove; and
-lots of other fruits, bananas, plantains, etc. The ship doctor, who
-was a collector of insects, and I got away seven miles or so over
-small hills and through forest meeting only a few blacks and other
-insects till we came to the Upas tree valley (the poison from these
-trees was mostly used for arrows). It is said that anyone sleeping
-under them dies, and it may be true&mdash;I don't know how soon death will
-take place though. We did not sleep there. There are bones but other
-animal's bones perhaps. They say that those that gathered the poison<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span>
-soon died. Trees look like a palm. The doctor got some beetles and we
-came back and eat bananas and things till time to return to the ship
-with some little bullocks and vegetables. Our coxwain (quarter-master)
-had been in the navy, and, with them I believe he stays by the boat
-till all the others are away. Our ship is P. and O. and our cox was
-standing at the foot of the gangway holding a stanchion and steadying
-the boat with his foot. Captain looked over the side and called him.
-Cox (who had had a drink ashore no doubt) did not move, captain spoke
-to mate who ran down two or three steps and jumped landing on cox's
-chest. Both went into the sea with a crash. Boat picked them up and
-cox was put in irons. They spatch-cock chicken very well in Java.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_034a.jpg" width="500" height="422" alt="In Irons." />
-<div class="caption">In Irons.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_034b.jpg" width="600" height="240" alt="A Tormento." />
-<div class="caption">A Tormento.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="EVELINA" id="EVELINA">EVELINA.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>A tormento generally begins with dust; then wind, then rain; the two
-last fight furiously till the rain comes down solid, with now and
-then blasts of wind through it. One usually sees them coming and
-shuts everything that will shut. Huts are sent flying sometimes. I've
-seen the roof of a house taken off, and a man get to a house on his
-hands and knees. Oh, yes; she blows; and the rain! In one a man, his
-peon, and woman, start out to get three favorite horses picketted<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span>
-two hundred yards away. Man tells the woman to go back; but once
-outside one can hardly see or hear, though people are close together.
-Lightning all around and thunder that seems to shake the ground. There
-is a white glare that feels hot and a crash of thunder and the peon
-(Pascassio) called "my woman's dead! my woman's dead."</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 422px;">
-<img src="images/i_036.jpg" width="422" height="600" alt="To Die! To Sleep&mdash;Perchance to Dream!" />
-<div class="caption">"To Die! To Sleep&mdash;Perchance to Dream!"</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>Man says: "Is Evelina here?"</p>
-
-<p>"She's blown into the ditch." But the next minute he steps on her,
-picks her up; sounds as if she said something but her head is wrapped
-in a poncho, man gets her back to the house and lays her on her bed.
-Sends peon, who does not know what he is doing and anyway, they won't
-touch anything struck by lightning&mdash;to the nearest house where there
-is a native woman, cooking.</p>
-
-<p>Petrona came, and did what was necessary. Evelina was dead when picked
-up very heavy to carry. Only one little hole was burned in the poncho
-and brown mark as big as one's finger nail on the back of her neck.
-They put four candles around her in one corner and left. Man slept
-in another corner and kept candles alight for them. They would not
-stop and said the devil would come for her and take the man as well.
-Man said the devil probably had better places to go to, and they said
-he was the wickedest man they ever saw. Came back next afternoon and
-spent the night<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> singing, playing cards, praying, and drinking mate.
-Two children went to sleep on the floor, man got up, put "kids" in his
-bed, and joined the wake. Next day they took Evelina away and left the
-man alone again.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_038a.jpg" width="600" height="323" alt="Rats! Musk Rats." />
-<div class="caption">Rats! Musk Rats.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_038b.jpg" width="500" height="426" alt="On the Calumet." />
-<div class="caption">On the Calumet.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="SHOOTING_IN_ILLINOIS" id="SHOOTING_IN_ILLINOIS">SHOOTING IN ILLINOIS.</a></h2>
-
-<p class="center">
-"<i>The days that are no more.</i>"<br />
-</p>
-
-
-<p>The way you used to catch the wily muskrat years ago on the Calumet
-River was to set a tooth trap in the water, in one of his runs in
-summer; in winter you could skate or walk to their houses, built
-of reeds, three feet high, and dome shaped, and spear them with a
-three-foot spear on a pole. The skins, taken off and dried by being
-stretched on willow twigs, were worth seventeen cents a piece.
-Big ducks sold for two and a half to three dollars a dozen to the
-dealers&mdash;canvas back, red-heads, etc.&mdash;smaller ones, Teal, blue-bills,
-widgeon, butter balls, etc., for two dollars.</p>
-
-<p>There were fellows there making a good living at hunting and trapping,
-and some owned farms on the river bank.</p>
-
-<p>The duck-shooting was the best I have had in any country. Now I
-believe there is still some shooting held by clubs. The Pullman place
-is where we used to shoot hundreds of birds beyond where the best
-shooting house (Chittendens) used to be, where the river forks. Then
-you could shoot forty miles up to the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> Grand Calumet and there were
-lakes and swamps, flight shooting night and morning, and in the day
-one could pole through the wild rice; etc., or take a stand now and
-then, or land and try the ridges for prairie chicken. There were also
-woodcock and snipe. Further away the pineries for deer. Still hunting,
-because there were Indians who would shoot dogs; they do spoil still
-hunting. You would not see the Indian as the brush was very thick. If
-you do see him and shoot at him and miss him, as one of us did, it is
-better not to go again. We did, and a bullet came between us and stuck
-in a tree. The man I was with did not like Indians and shot at them
-when he got a chance.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_040a.jpg" width="550" height="409" alt="L&mdash; and F. W. Shot With the P. of W. When He Was Here
-(in Chicago), Missed His Injin." />
-<div class="caption">L&mdash; and F. W. Shot With the P. of W. When He Was Here
-(in Chicago), Missed His "Injin".</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_040b.jpg" width="600" height="225" alt="I'm a Simple Little Ostrich, But I Know It All" />
-<div class="caption">"I'm a Simple Little Ostrich, But I Know It All,"</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="AFTER_OSTRICHES" id="AFTER_OSTRICHES">AFTER OSTRICHES.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>On the South American pampas you ride one horse and lead your fastest
-when you are after ostriches. The birds raise their wings and sail
-before the wind at an awful pace and if you do not get up to one soon
-after he starts you might as well give up. When you get near you
-change horses, and, taking your bolas (three balls as big as pigeon
-eggs of lead or brass, on a plaited rawhide thong) from around your
-middle, begin to swing them around in your right hand keeping your
-finger hooked through the fork of the thong, holding one ball in your
-hand.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> As you close up, you bring them over your head, letting your
-finger loose them to their six foot length. You send your gee along
-and, bending forward, loose them at your ostrich. If you hit him,
-the bolas tangle him up and down he comes. If there are holes and
-things, you come down instead. It is a fast thing and as often as not
-or oftener you are bareback. Sometimes fellows make a big circle and
-close in on the birds; then you have a lively time, particularly if
-you play at being an ostrich yourself.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_042a.jpg" width="600" height="290" alt="Ostriches&mdash;On the Look-out." />
-<div class="caption">Ostriches&mdash;On the Look-out.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_042b.jpg" width="500" height="509" alt="Somerset and Yo." />
-<div class="caption">Somerset and Yo.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_042c.jpg" width="500" height="533" alt="Whitlow, From Tree Pruning. South America." />
-<div class="caption">Whitlow, From Tree Pruning. South America.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 459px;">
-<img src="images/i_042d.jpg" width="459" height="450" alt="Men off H. M. Rattler" />
-<div class="caption">Men off H. M. "Rattler".</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="A_WHITLOW" id="A_WHITLOW">A WHITLOW.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Pain! oh yes! Fourteen days in and out of bed alone in a shanty,
-forty miles from town. Whitlow they call it; an Indian woman advised
-a piece of willow burned and the powder mixed with the yolk of an egg
-in the shell; no good. Animals to feed, water to draw, etc., when
-one is so scared of one's own finger that one breaks a demijohn up
-and cuts a hole in the wicker cover in which to slip one's hand in
-bed. Not much to eat and one gets weaker, but has sense enough not to
-stay too long in a room with a gun. Got the old horse (Somerset) and
-saddle on someway and to town. Lot of English sailors off a gunboat
-in the hotel, dancing and singing. Two are interested and want to
-know if man will come aboard because they "have a sawbones who will
-take it off with a handsaw." Well, surgeon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> cuts the finger up both
-sides and later the other two sides; couldn't tell what it was; never
-be a success again. One can see what it was meant for. Another time
-diphtheria. Doctor came one hundred and thirty miles and found man
-with his head in a blanket on the table, no brush and made one out of
-prairie wolf hair; did his throat like cleaning a gun; man got well.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_044a.jpg" width="600" height="399" alt="Diphtheria at Pera." />
-<div class="caption">Diphtheria at Pera.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_044b.jpg" width="500" height="485" alt="Buchaton's Death in la Candelaria." />
-<div class="caption">Buchaton's Death in la Candelaria.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="BUCHATON" id="BUCHATON">BUCHATON.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Three houses now in this colony, joining Indian Territory. Mine was
-first; then a Frenchman came and used my well and corral, etc., till
-he got settled half a mile away; and another is being put up for a
-store. One foggy night, or morning rather (1 A. M.), some one woke me,
-rapping on the door. As I was alone and one did not expect people, or
-open the door after dark without knowing what is on the other side, I
-asked and a woman's voice answered; opened and there was Buchaton's
-wife with two small children. They had found the house luckily after
-two hours in the fog. Her man had been doing something with the stove
-and had words with an Argentino and friend. The Argentino started
-for him with his knife but the wife got it and threw it away (man
-was a little drunk). He picked it up again and killed the Frenchman;
-then they tied him up with a lasso (the woman had run out<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> with the
-children), got their horses, and left. Some of us got horses and went
-to the house but the man was dead; there was a trail in the wet grass
-in the moonlight but we never caught them as they changed horses and
-got over the line into another state.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_046a.jpg" width="600" height="405" alt="Acclimatizing Fever&mdash;Shanghai." />
-<div class="caption">Acclimatizing Fever&mdash;Shanghai.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_046b.jpg" width="600" height="309" alt="Oil Springs Typhoid&mdash;Canada." />
-<div class="caption">Oil Springs Typhoid&mdash;Canada.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="FEVER" id="FEVER">FEVER.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>In China and some other places one has a fever getting acclimated.
-One in Shanghai left man pretty weak when the usual plague of boils
-broke out. Then there was less rest for the wicked than ever, and he
-balanced himself on a boil and thought about Job. The doctor says that
-the man is better and that this is a crisis he wanted (man wishes
-doctor had it). But man does get well after many dawns, watching the
-bats come home to roost in the round tiles used in the roofs here.
-Then cats come along the edge and reaching paws over extract the bats
-and put them away and go after more. The man thinks he's glad he's not
-a bat and goes to sleep and wakes up better and forgets about it till
-some day years after he dreams dreams.</p>
-
-<p>Talking of fevers, when the oil wells started in Canada it was rather
-rough living. The water to drink very bad, and so on. At all events
-we got a bad mixture of typhoid and smallpox and not much doctor. So
-a great many died. One of us had it and another nursed him till he
-got to his bed and forgot everything except sticking a favorite pin
-in a rafter overhead.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> The other was better and had sent a line to
-friends a hundred miles away; they came, and the two men were put on
-their mattresses on the bottom of a wagon and so over eighteen miles
-of corduroy road (which is trees laid alongside one another) and
-into the baggage car of a railroad train. The war was going on and
-sympathetic passengers came in: "Oh, poor fellows! where were they
-wounded?" Our friends said: "not wounded at all; typhoid," and the car
-was empty. Took us nine weeks to get around. H. McC. carried one along
-the railway platform and if you have ever been carried through a lot
-of people when you have sense enough to know that you are grown up and
-want to hit some one if you had the strength, you know what one felt
-like&mdash;Wonder who got that pin!</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_048a.jpg" width="600" height="416" alt="Baggage." />
-<div class="caption">Baggage.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_048b.jpg" width="550" height="424" alt="A Night on the Grimsel Pass&mdash;Switzerland" />
-<div class="caption">A Night on the "Grimsel" Pass&mdash;Switzerland</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="TO_SLEEP_TO_SLEEP" id="TO_SLEEP_TO_SLEEP">TO SLEEP, TO SLEEP.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>We did not know this morning if we would stay the night and went out
-for a walk. While away twenty-seven geological students arrived and
-took everything and more in the shape of beds; so here we are in a big
-attic of a little house on top of the Grinsel Pass in Switzerland. The
-room is the cheese room surrounded by shelves on which immense gruyere
-cheeses are drying&mdash;all kinds of makeshift beds on the floor and for
-washing little basins and wine bottles on a bench; lovely! Went to bed
-midnight and as we<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> leave at 4 a.m. and the interval is filled up by
-a number of peasants yodeling&mdash;below why "Happy, happy, happy be thy
-dreams."</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_050a.jpg" width="600" height="266" alt="Death." />
-<div class="caption">Death.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_050b.jpg" width="600" height="395" alt="Katrina." />
-<div class="caption">Katrina.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="HALF_THE_WORLD_DONT_KNOW_HOW_THE_OTHER_HALF_LIVES_OR_DIES" id="HALF_THE_WORLD_DONT_KNOW_HOW_THE_OTHER_HALF_LIVES_OR_DIES">HALF THE WORLD DON'T KNOW HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVES OR DIES.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>A small hut made of reeds, lost in an immense swamp&mdash;the home of a
-girl and an old gaucho. Man gone; don't know when or where, leaving
-the girl stripped and tied with a piece of a lasso to a post in the
-hut, stabbed and dead. She was quite young and rather pretty&mdash;poor
-thing.</p>
-
-<p>At another place found the German girl who cooked for the S&mdash;&mdash;s,
-stripped and tied down in the prairie just outside the village. Three
-natives (horseback of course) caught her and carried her off and
-staceared her. (I don't know how they spell it but that is what it's
-called in Spanish) means pegging your hands and feet with rawhide to
-the ground. Under her was a knife; suppose they meant to kill her but
-got scared away. She died; had been there all night.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
-<img src="images/i_052a.jpg" width="400" height="256" alt="building diagram" />
-</div>
-
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_052b.jpg" width="550" height="449" alt="British Benevolent Society&mdash;2 A. M." />
-<div class="caption">British Benevolent Society&mdash;2 A. M.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p>
-<h2><a name="HARD_TIMES_AGAIN" id="HARD_TIMES_AGAIN">HARD TIMES&mdash;AGAIN.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>A man (in California) lying in bed dying; wife ill in bed in the next
-room watching him through the open door; third and last room divided
-by sheets into two, one-half with stove in it, the other used by
-anyone including seven children all under nine years old. No money.
-The man died; money was collected and he was buried; and family sent
-back to Europe. S. P. railway made a reduction on fares; train was to
-leave at 10 p.m., telegram to say it would be 11 p.m.</p>
-
-<p>The woman, children, and man waited till eleven when another message
-came to say the cars would not be in till 2 a.m. So they went over
-to the hotel and got a sleep till a quarter to two when the man woke
-them up and the procession trailed back and got aboard. Trainman
-interested: "Where's she goin'?" "Europe," said the man.</p>
-
-<p>"With all them kids! Never get there alive."</p>
-
-<p>She did though; man nearly went also as he was inside the car putting
-a big roll of mattresses through the door and they jammed, cars were
-moving and man crawled over the top of the bundle and slid onto
-the platform and off the car saying to an astonished conductor who
-appeared from somewhere, "you get those mattresses in old man."</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 404px;">
-<img src="images/i_054.jpg" width="404" height="500" alt="The Cisne at the Old Wharf Rosario&mdash;Santa Fé." />
-<div class="caption">The "Cisne" at the Old Wharf Rosario&mdash;Santa Fé.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
-<h2><a name="THERE_WAS_A_SHIP_QUOTH_HE" id="THERE_WAS_A_SHIP_QUOTH_HE">"THERE WAS A SHIP QUOTH HE."</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Coming down the Plata River in the "Cisne" steamer a fellow passenger
-asked us to help him when we landed. We said we would. Well, it was
-very dark and raining; we landed under a wharf, arrangement on the
-other side of which was a ten-foot steep and slippery mud-bank on
-top of which were one or two wheel carts made with a pole with a
-hole in the far end. The carter slips a rawhide fast to his horse's
-cinch, through the pole hole and makes fast, he (riding the horse)
-can then pull, or if he wants to back, ride his horse around the pole
-and push backwards. To return to our mutton, what our man wanted was
-help to land a portmanteau and some heavy small boxes and we got them
-into a cart after a weary time sliding up and down that mud bank and
-much indifferent language. One native rode and two friends kept him
-company. We had to go two miles over a wicked road. The tall grass
-grows right up to it on both sides and there have been a lot of
-unpleasant things happening; so we had our guns in our hands. We had
-found out that our friend from Paraguay, one of his prisoners Lopez
-left alive, had been trading and the boxes, etc., were full of gold,
-and silver dollars. Got to the hotel all right and had a drink. There
-was a funny little old man with hair over his shoulders and white
-beard to his middle and very old clothes. He looked lonely<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> so we
-asked him to drink. No, he did not drink. Smoke? No; he did not smoke
-but he put a cigar in his pocket. Felt curious about him and asked
-him and the capitalist to my room, also, drink and cigars. They came
-and oh, yes! I had struck it rich. The little man was I think doing
-penance. He would not say why he had tramped hundreds of leagues
-through the wildest parts of the country with some polenta to eat
-and no arms except a small pocket knife, or why he had not cut hair
-or beard for seven years; but the stories those men told each other,
-myself sitting listening till 4 a.m. with hardly a word; and they
-could have gone on for weeks. I said that queer things happened on the
-road we came here by, in the grass that borders the road back a little
-way are adobe huts and very queer people live there. Everyone carries
-a knife of course but the police had a very bad character for a time.
-At another men riding were lassoed from the grass and you are gone
-if a lasso gets you. At another the natives did not like it because
-a number of men were killed one by one and there were stories of a
-ghost. Soldiers hunted and some of us went out many nights. At last
-some one was stabbed but before he died shot a tall man dressed as a
-woman. What with the night, tall grass in which to slip out of sight,
-and dark dress, the ghost theory is easy. His trick had been to ask
-you for the time or for a light, and stab you as you got it.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> For
-some time after if one was asked for a light about there after dark,
-one threw a matchbox and said help yourself.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_056a.jpg" width="600" height="466" alt="O'Geary." />
-<div class="caption">O'Geary.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_056b.jpg" width="500" height="411" alt="three men drinking, smoking" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="HEALTH_AND_APPETITE" id="HEALTH_AND_APPETITE">HEALTH AND APPETITE.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Sitting in a little park in Los Angeles some one sat down on the other
-end of the bench. Seeing a dilapidated pair of boots that did not
-match I went on reading. After a while the stillness was broken by:
-"Got ten cents pardner?"</p>
-
-<p>"What do you want ten cents for?" said I.</p>
-
-<p>"Well, pardner, I'm here from Milwaukee, was in the lumber trade
-there and got six dollars a day, my brother has a big place there;
-he sent me some money yesterday, I got broke, an' I went on a tear
-an' spent it all, an' my mouth's awful dry an' I want a drink." It
-sounded straight so we had a talk about the Keeley cure about which
-I told him, and about Florida and lumber about which he told me and
-compromised on twenty-five cents of which he agreed to spend fifteen
-on solid food; hope he did.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 451px;">
-<img src="images/i_058.jpg" width="451" height="500" alt="Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Are Marching." />
-<div class="caption">"Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Are Marching."</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="KNUCKLE-DUSTING" id="KNUCKLE-DUSTING">KNUCKLE-DUSTING.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Coming up from Aspinwall to New York, a second-class passenger came
-into the first-class saloon and a big steward objected. Man did not
-like it and when the steward swore at him, he struck the steward (much
-the biggest man) and knocked him down; the steward said the man used
-a knife; no one had seen a knife<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> but over the Steward's heart was a
-little tear in his white duck. Captain took a hand, and steward, who
-had had a bad record was put in irons. Other man turned out to be an
-artist; had been through Borneo&mdash;of all places&mdash;and come out alive
-with a wonderful lot of pictures and photographs (burned later). Came
-into my cabin as he wanted to copy a little sketch of Panama. Showed
-me how that tear happened; he used a knuckle-duster that was in his
-pocket when he (the steward) came at him the second time. An ugly
-thing; iron ring with holes that your fingers go through, short spikes
-over your knuckles, and a longer one below your clenched hand.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_060a.jpg" width="600" height="440" alt="The Knuckle-duster." />
-<div class="caption">The Knuckle-duster.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_060b.jpg" width="500" height="463" alt="Callers!" />
-<div class="caption">Callers!</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="WANDERERS" id="WANDERERS">WANDERERS.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Making a fire after a long day in the boat and not thinking there was
-anyone else for miles; rather there was not, as the nearest place is
-the line between two states where a number of "bad men" have settled.
-When the soldiers from one state come for any of them (if they ever
-do) the men can step over the line. Well, we were getting wood and
-one of us came out of the night with a fellow walking behind, knife
-in hand (such a foolish thing; why not in front?) A canoe slid out of
-the fog with two muffled women astern, and three more men who got out
-and stood round the fire. As they had their knives out, one of us left
-fishing in the boat and passed guns round to our side. Then we talked
-and ate. They were very free and easy villains<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> but went off into the
-fog again all right. After keeping watch awhile we went to sleep.</p>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="THE_WEARY_PLOUGHBOY" id="THE_WEARY_PLOUGHBOY">"THE WEARY PLOUGHBOY."</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>"The weary ploughboy homeward bound," and not knowing one day from
-another here we were ploughing with bullocks when a man riding by
-said: "Thought you English did not work Sundays." My brother was
-wild; he threw the ear ropes down and wanted to know "If he'd lived
-all these years and traveled all these miles to plough Sundays with
-adjectived bullocks in a condemned country!" Bullocks are trying. The
-Reverend&mdash;looking out of the train at Frayle Muerto saw an Englishman
-swearing wonderfully at his bullocks. The Reverend told him to be
-gentle; the man being angry threw his ropes down, telling the Reverend
-to take them around himself. The Reverend did so; and it is said
-that by the time he got around&mdash;well you can guess. We got a little
-two-wheeled cart and with a broncho not used to driving. Some one
-behind him with his leather belt and buckle; and a peon on a horse
-in front to pull him along, and so across camp to a railway and my
-brother went back to England. The rest of the outfit got home somehow.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_062.jpg" width="600" height="441" alt="Nineteen Miles to Go Across Camp and The Day is
-Departing, de-par-ar-ting." />
-<div class="caption">Nineteen Miles to Go Across Camp and "The Day is
-Departing, de-par-ar-ting."</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="A_QUARREL_CANDELARIA" id="A_QUARREL_CANDELARIA">A QUARREL&mdash;CANDELARIA.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Swede playing billiards with an Italian in a cafe full of Italians;
-they quarrelled and the Swede used his cue and the Italian a small
-knife, as the manager came in the Swede went down and some men bolted.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_064a.jpg" width="600" height="421" alt="Bringing in Ruffinelli." />
-<div class="caption">Bringing in Ruffinelli.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_064b.jpg" width="550" height="384" alt="Our Last Night on the Plata" />
-<div class="caption">Our Last Night on the "Plata".</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Manager locked the doors with thirty or forty inside but the man had
-gone. Three of us went through houses where men were sleeping and then
-a mile into camp to a house where two Italians and a big dog lived;
-knocked; man appeared behind dog in doorway. H told him to call off
-his dog; would not; so H shot the dog and we went in. Found Ruffinelli
-in bed, pretending sleep; shirt covered with blood and head tied up;
-not pretty to look at. Put him on a horse and tied his feet together,
-brought him to the only brick building in town. Some got on top of it
-with guns while the manager did sentry; there are hundreds of Italians
-here. A stage starts for town at 8 A. M. and the manager suggested
-that if there were no passengers the stage should take the man in
-now before the other gentlemen woke up, and we could go to bed. It
-was done, and Ruffinelli went off and later got seven years on the
-frontier.</p>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="FIRE_AGAIN" id="FIRE_AGAIN">FIRE AGAIN.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>A cold night on this big river though we are getting south now after
-our thousand miles in our little boat; so we got ashore and supped
-on grebe which reminded one of red herrings. Found a little grass
-hut built by a woodcutter possibly, and three of us snuggled up on
-the floor, just big enough, with a candle and part of a book. Heaven
-knows where the man got it. Well, we went to sleep and the bookman
-knocked<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> the candle over and the fire ran up the hut luckily one of
-us woke and put it out and the others never knew and told the fireman
-next noon that "he had been dreaming"; is so, why that black streak?
-Another morning we found a big jaguar and cub had passed a yard from
-A's head. They were grunting all night close to us in the jungle, and
-could not have been hungry as there were five of us to choose from.
-Got aboard and got lost on the Chaco side of the river. This gran
-Chaco is an endless maze of creeks and little islands covered with
-trees and jungle, no birds or beasts seemingly and the fish won't bite
-often. There are some hostile Indians but the chances are greatly in
-favor of starving to death, a desolate place but the wind brought us
-to the river again and when the cox wanted to go about, it blew so
-fresh that mast and big lateèn sail went. Two of us jumped and held on
-to it but it was hard on finger nails and as there was quite a little
-sea our small boat was tumbling about. We all had our trousers rolled
-up to our knees except Maria, who was a Paraguayan woman and wife of
-Salvador, a Portuguese, who we called Joe. Fortunately there was a
-little island on to which we drifted. Maria was frightened and knelt
-down a few yards off, with her skirt over her head, for five minutes,
-like an image. Then she rose up and said: "It is a bad wind; we shall
-not get to Rosario alive," and set to work like a little<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> man. We
-fixed our mast up with fish lines and whatever we had. Drifting again
-on the Chaco side where the jungle is not as thick as on the other,
-with more trees. We ran in to look at what turns out to be boughs bent
-over in a half-circle, once a tiny hut four feet high. Now the thatch
-is gone and there is two or three inches of water and rotten leaves,
-sitting in which and leaning against the boughs is a skeleton and a
-worm-eaten flint lock musket alongside, the skull has rolled or been
-blown off and lies there. What a death! miles of dark silent forest
-behind, in front the immense river, the wash of which is the only
-sound. Poor devil, wonder who it was once! We left it sitting there
-and I do not suppose anyone will come across it again.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 490px;">
-<img src="images/i_066a.jpg" width="490" height="419" alt="A Dismal Swamp&mdash;Hundreds of Miles of It. Ye Gran Chaco." />
-<div class="caption">A Dismal Swamp&mdash;Hundreds of Miles of It. Ye Gran Chaco.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_066b.jpg" width="600" height="274" alt="Shipwrecked." />
-<div class="caption">Shipwrecked.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_068a.jpg" width="550" height="417" alt="A Lonely Skeleton." />
-<div class="caption">A Lonely Skeleton.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_068b.jpg" width="600" height="435" alt="horseman chasing cow" />
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="TWO_FALLS_AND_A_COW" id="TWO_FALLS_AND_A_COW">TWO FALLS AND A COW.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Chasing a little cow bareback and riding loosely she made a quick turn
-and the mare stuck to her just where we had worn a track bringing the
-adobes for houses. Man's head struck the track and a native woman
-carried the remains into a house and doctored him. Another time,
-sitting on a blanket strapped around a tall black beast with a back
-like the roof of a church, and leading a mare, dogs came and scared
-the mare, man held but the rope was only around the mare's neck and,
-as she was faster than the horse, man was pulled forward over the
-horse's head, one hand full of reins, revolver, and mane, the other
-of the mare.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> Strap round the blanket loosened and away went man
-onto his back. Mare dragged him fifty yards over burned camp and the
-skin came off his arms and the black stuff rubbed in. Took some time
-to heal and he could not get up for a while because he thought his
-back was broke; also he had to swear at the dog owners when they ran
-up. One day, as we stood about among some piles of brick, a cow stood
-pawing the dust up near, suddenly she charged and all got on brick
-piles except one who thought it was all right because he was behind a
-heap; but the cow turned round the corner and came at him head down
-and tail up. Now would you think that that man stood perfectly still
-and watched the cow's shoulder wondering if he had a sword whether he
-could hit the right spot? We had been seeing a good many bull fights
-lately. Anyway when he jumped to one side he did it mechanically and
-the cow's horn tore his coat. She kept straight on though.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_070a.jpg" width="600" height="273" alt="The Mare Wins Easy." />
-<div class="caption">The Mare Wins Easy.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_070b.jpg" width="600" height="249" alt="El Hombre ò la Vaca." />
-<div class="caption">El Hombre ò la Vaca.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="REAL_GHOSTS" id="REAL_GHOSTS">REAL GHOSTS.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Did you ever keep house for friends gone away? If you have not, don't
-do it, the place is full of ghosts of live people, this is quite
-unfair. No well conducted live person should have a ghost; but there
-they are, and their feet go hither and thither making no sound, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>
-their mouths eat at meals though the food never gets less, and they
-talk to you and to each other. You know what they say though there is
-no sound, and you get no answer if you speak to them. One does not
-really object to it; they are just like the live people in a way;
-they have exactly the same ways as the people they seem to be. They
-seem to hear your remarks and pass them by; often I fancy you are
-like a ghost to them, but one is not sure because if so why do they
-listen to you? Still, as I said, one does talk to them&mdash;but they don't
-answer. Do they expect you to reply to them; mine don't. In the open
-air, gardening or filling up time someway, they are not with one so
-much; it is at meals mostly. What becomes of them later. When you
-come into the place at night the stillness is wonderful either in the
-black darkness or with the bright moonlight shadowing everywhere with
-wraiths of boughs and plants; but one misses the ghosts; there is only
-an open grave; there's nothing in it.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 515px;">
-<img src="images/i_072.jpg" width="515" height="535" alt="Real Ghosts." />
-<div class="caption">Real Ghosts.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="ON_THE_SAN_RAFAEL_RANCH" id="ON_THE_SAN_RAFAEL_RANCH">ON THE SAN RAFAEL RANCH.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Once on a time there was a ranch with a church on it amongst other
-things. There was also a winery, and a man for whom the manager tried
-to find work that he could do, having got down to weeding which was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span>
-not a success, he gave him the winemaker's shanty in which to sleep
-close to the winery which he was to see was safe; and Sundays he was
-to sweep the church by 11 o'clock. The manager had been doing this
-when he took the flowers down formerly, coming down the first Sunday
-that the man was to have done it, it was not done; so after getting
-the church ready, the manager drove to the winery and found the door
-forced, shouted down a trap door and the man appeared from below,
-saying that four men with clubs had broken in; he watched them from
-his window being afraid to interfere; but there were four empty wine
-bottles in his room, he was told to pack. As he was sulky and wanted
-to argue with a club full of nails to help him, he was put on the
-floor and his head bumped till he was reasonable; the blacksmith put
-his head in and requested that the man should not be killed. Manager
-said he was not worth it and sent blacksmith off to put him on the
-cars. Had smith fix the winery door again, after which they went to
-church just in time to meet the clergyman from town. A very pretty
-little church, built in memory of her husband who owned the ranch on
-the road to the village (one hundred and ranch, by his widow. There
-is a long tunnel on this thirty yards long) made by the last owner
-trying for coal. When he did not find coal, he made a road of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> the
-tunnel, and a big reservoir by banking at one end, fifty feet of this
-embankment washed out in our big flood year (ground squirrels had
-been working in it) and swept a railroad bridge away further down. We
-come through nights without a light often and feel our way along the
-sides with the whip, as dark a place as I ever was in, and there is
-not above eighteen inches to spare, each side your wheels. Coming out
-at one end there is a long downhill and once on a wagon with no break
-or foot board. Sitting on top of a load of wheat the wagon ran onto
-the four horses and away we went, the driver swung the horses off the
-road onto the plough to the mountains, the only way to save a smash;
-but as he swung, the rope loosened with the jerk and landed the sack
-he sat on and him on his back in the road, close to the wheel, luckily
-turning from him. He threw up the reins, the plough, etc., stopped the
-horses and another man and he having sorted them out, got a better
-wagon. That is enough about ranching.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 525px;">
-<img src="images/i_074a.jpg" width="525" height="468" alt="The Day of Rest." />
-<div class="caption">The Day of Rest.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_074b.jpg" width="600" height="399" alt="Saionara." />
-<div class="caption">Saionara.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 480px;">
-<img src="images/i_076a.jpg" width="480" height="443" alt="downhill with no brakes" />
-<div class="caption">
-<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"Went down the hill without the drag on,<br /></span>
-<span class="i32">Poor Mary Ann.<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Mother she waxed her, petted her and kissed her,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Docter he came and he put on a blister,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">If she'd a' died we'd never a' missed her;<br /></span>
-<span class="i32">Poor Mary Ann."<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_076b.jpg" width="600" height="247" alt="Man in a Slough." />
-<div class="caption">Man in a Slough.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="EXPRESS_CHARGES" id="EXPRESS_CHARGES">EXPRESS CHARGES.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>In the pineries (Illinois), where there was shooting, a man got lost,
-they are twelve miles through timber, ridges, and sloughs covered with
-green moss that closes over you if you don't mind your ways. This man
-luckily came across a solitary railroad track and as<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> he had been out
-a good while and was seven miles from home he sat down to smoke and
-think about things. Then the handcar came along, three men; so the
-shootster, who knew many of the men, got on and worked his passage
-leaving his spaniel, Dash, to run. We came along, talking and singing,
-till we came to the quarter mile long trestle bridge over the Calumet
-and swamps. Here an express turned up behind us and we started to
-work; oh, yes; we worked with that beast of a train getting closer. We
-could not stop to get off the track, but we got to the little station
-and a man at the switch had time to let us off while the express
-thundered by. Whether they saw us or not we never knew; if they did it
-was a cruel game to play and when we got in we sat on a woodpile and
-felt queer. My dog turned up half an hour later; the pace was too good
-for him at first. The undergrowth is so thick in those woods that you
-cannot see any distance. It was here two brothers, shooting forward,
-and whistling to know where each other was came to the edge of the
-tall trees. A woodcock got up and shot off through the brush down this
-edge. One man shot it and, looking beyond as he loaded, saw something
-he could not make out. It turned out to be his brother's head.</p>
-
-<p>"What are you waiting for?" said No. 1.</p>
-
-<p>"The rest of the charge," said he, "you've shot me."</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_078a.jpg" width="500" height="491" alt="Express Charges&mdash;Pittsburg &amp; Fort Wayne R. R." />
-<div class="caption">Express Charges&mdash;Pittsburg &amp; Fort Wayne R. R.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_078b.jpg" width="600" height="342" alt="F. P. Long Stop." />
-<div class="caption">F. P. Long Stop.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>"Oh, shot your grandmother," said No. 1. But all the same there was
-one little spot of blood on his left cheekbone and I could feel the
-shot which he never would take out though I wanted to; it was my shot
-anyway.</p>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="COTTON_PACKING" id="COTTON_PACKING">COTTON PACKING.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>In Shanghai it was against the law to pack cotton at night but it was
-done, one night, in a big go-down, a lot of Chinese on a platform
-ten feet above the floor were running round a capstan as if getting
-up anchor, only their thing works downwards, around, around to their
-eternal chant of ha ho, ha, hao o ha. Two fell over the edge. Now
-there were pigs of lead piled up below and their skulls cracked like
-eggs. The other fellows did not seem to care much and in the morning
-carried the bodies off in their ropes and probably threw them in the
-weeds a little way outside town. On the Bubbling Well road (so called
-because there is a well that always has a bubble coming up from the
-bottom), it used to be horrible sometimes in one's early morning ride.
-They are rather an awful people, and there are razor-backed hogs that
-roam around.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 435px;">
-<img src="images/i_080a.jpg" width="435" height="500" alt="Roll Dat Cotton." />
-<div class="caption">"Roll Dat Cotton."</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_080b.jpg" width="550" height="380" alt="carrying away the dead" />
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 392px;">
-<img src="images/i_082.jpg" width="392" height="600" alt="man underwater" />
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p>
-
-<p>Acapulco is a queer little place, mostly heat, blacks, shell work,
-sharks, etc. There are immense sharks (about sixteen feet). They won't
-look at pork with or without a hook in it. What do they eat. Must be
-mostly the stuff thrown from ships. Some say that they run up into the
-surf and catch the little darkies by the legs. Anyway they are big and
-fat and there are lots of them.</p>
-
-<p>A war with the French is about to begin and the ships are expected but
-have not come; so we can't land some French officers who are here to
-join their ships&mdash;not good for them ashore just now.</p>
-
-<p>We were round, look, see business, and there was a fuss, and a fellow
-shot and missed; but the bullet got my leg. Curious it did not sting
-but was more like a blow; did not break anything though. The native
-imitations of flowers (shell work) are very pretty and there is lots
-of coral, etc. Only a small place and not much clothing. An old fort
-at the entrance with mouldy cannon, harbor to get into which one goes
-up a passage that is parallel to the coast. You can't see anyway in
-when you are out, or out when you are in, is like a big pond with
-a grove of cocoanuts on the far side from the village but no other
-trees except a palm or two, the colors of the mountains are fine, and
-the young fry dive any distance after money thrown to them, as they
-do at all these places, carry it in their mouths, their only pocket.
-Principal industries, when<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> there is no ship to coal, lying in (and
-out of) the sun and drinking; as some one said: "Customs beastly
-manners none."</p>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="MAN_OVERBOARD" id="MAN_OVERBOARD">MAN OVERBOARD.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Aboard a ship where there were a lot of young men passengers, and
-jumping back and forth over open hatches, diving from the yardarm,
-catching sharks, and revolver practice at men-of-war hawks, molly
-hawks, cape pigeons, catching albatross with a hook and line, etc.,
-were among the amusements, some of us met at about 11 A. M. to
-breakfast in a cabin the owner of which had a hamper of cakes and two
-boxes of Partaga and Regalia Brittanica cigars, these men amongst whom
-were a T&mdash; and two M's&mdash;had been brought up on civilized things so the
-unfortunate owner's cigars went fast. One of us poor fellows was too
-fond of drinks and other things and had no business to have come as
-he soon got d.t's. and was shut up in his cabin with a sentry. Some
-way he got out, ran the length of the saloon, and dived through the
-big stern window, through the glass, bending the guard rods right and
-left. A man standing by the wheel on deck above, looking aft, saw the
-head and arms of a man rise on the top of a following wave, shouted
-"man overboard",<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> and threw a preserver. The captain was very good
-and we went astern for an hour or more which was dangerous with the
-sea that was running; had a boat out too. Then we picked up the boat
-and went ahead and he floated alongside near where he went overboard.
-They tried everything, though he had already been a little eaten by
-fish. Several of our crowd on this ship could not stand the new life
-after landing. H shot himself. W shut himself up with brandy and drank
-till he died; and so on.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_084a.jpg" width="600" height="251" alt="Coaling&mdash;Rio Janeiro." />
-<div class="caption">Coaling&mdash;Rio Janeiro.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 427px;">
-<img src="images/i_084b.jpg" width="427" height="500" alt="Man Overboard&mdash;Bay of Biscay." />
-<div class="caption">Man Overboard&mdash;Bay of Biscay.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="THE_OLD_OAKEN_BUCKET" id="THE_OLD_OAKEN_BUCKET">"THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET."</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>If you do not know what baldearing is and are short of amusement, tie
-the end of a well rope to your cinch and then walk your horse away
-eighty feet or so till your bucket comes up full, if you like to and
-have a trough along side, arrange it so that bucket catches and tilts
-at the top so as to let the water into the trough, or 'troff' as I
-suppose it will be spelled later. Then walk your horse back and down
-goes your bucket. The first time one man tried, as he turned he let
-the rope touch the horse and this horse did not approve. It whirled
-around a few times, tied himself up in a knot, and over they went.
-Horse up again some way and got to the end of his rope in a hurry. The
-two brick pillars of the well (the pride of the man's heart) crumbled
-away and off went that animal with eighty<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> foot or so of suga, the
-bucket, and the cross beam, into a drove of mares which stampeded
-all over the world. Don't know what became of the mares but we got
-the horse fifty miles from home next day. He was a good beast but
-nervous about ropes apparently. It is better to have a quieter gee for
-baldearing.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_086a.jpg" width="500" height="445" alt="Act I.&mdash;The Great Baldearing Trick." />
-<div class="caption">Act I.&mdash;The Great Baldearing Trick.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_086b.jpg" width="500" height="428" alt="Act II." />
-<div class="caption">Act II.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="A_DOGS_TALE" id="A_DOGS_TALE">A DOG'S TALE.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Lx, who was one of the Prince of Wales shooting party around about
-Chicago (F. W. was there also), had one of the dogs they shot over
-with him. He was a liver colored pointer named Grouse, and one of the
-most cantankerous beasts in temper I ever saw. Once he growled at Mark
-(A No. 1 bullterrier owned by my brother). Mark was the quietest dog
-unless he was bothered. He went for Grouse who jumped away so quickly
-that Mark only reached his tail. It healed all right but left a lump
-and we thought L&mdash; would be wild when he returned. However, he was
-not, but thanked Frank, as he said Grouse bit when he was threshed and
-L used to hold him by the tail and when he turned to bite hit him with
-one of those short knotted dog whips; then Grouse would try the other
-side and get straightened out again. So L was obliged; as he said he
-never could hold him before as he could now from behind. This is a
-true dog story. L was the man who always shot at an Indian.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_088a.jpg" width="600" height="198" alt="chasing horse" />
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_088b.jpg" width="500" height="455" alt="The Tale of Grouse." />
-<div class="caption">The Tale of Grouse.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="ARDEN" id="ARDEN">ARDEN.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Leaving el Toro after about a ten mile drive over two ranges of small
-mountains, through wild flowers,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> grain, cotton wood, and live oak
-trees and by a creek, a fine drive but not for wild horses, you wind
-past the home farm and turn sharply to your right over a bridge with
-a swing gate, to find yourself suddenly amongst big lawns and live
-oaks, great beds of roses and flowers, shrubbery, and a little lake
-and glass houses. At the back of this eight acres or more is a natural
-terrace one hundred feet high, covered with live oaks, geraniums,
-creepers, etc., and up which goes a flight of steps to the orange
-orchard at the top. Back of this on the mountains, they are all
-round. At the foot of this terrace stands the house, a long rambling
-collection of rooms, porches, entrances, open-air dining-room, etc.,
-very prettily built to harmonize with the scenery. From the inside
-one looks out into a green sea of a dozen different shades of green;
-inside it is a perfect place, everything one can want from madame down
-to cocktails at which Mr. B. is a pastmaster. Pictures, music, books,
-and most of them with histories. The rides and walks up the canyon
-are beautiful, the one that goes on past the house winds through the
-mountains and across and across the creek, ferns and flowers are all
-about and one passes two little cabins, in the furthest of which they
-lived when they first came out, there are stories of a bear that
-comes here but we don't see anything of him&mdash;there are live stock,
-olives, oranges, etc., and bees, on the ranch. Friends are<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> always
-coming and going, carriages meeting the train at el Toro twice a week
-for friends, and so many visitors (and uninvited guests) come that
-there has been a well sunk and grounds made for picnic parties about
-a quarter of a mile from the house. "Arden" is its name and madame
-played Rosalind on the lawn once, where the hammocks and tables for
-afternoon tea, etc., are, one forgets that there is any world outside
-here, why should you remember when there is all you want, and nothing
-to remind you? There are papers of course if you can't let them alone.
-"The world forgotten, by the world forgot", is something like it but
-not nice enough, and we do a little honey business and get stung
-enough to see what it is like, and sometimes garden with musical
-interludes and play whist and poker, and fight about gardening or
-cards, or whether dried currants are currants, and make cigarettes
-with crafty little machines, and go walks and get flowers sometimes
-drive or ride or shoot or fish, or watch R making a contraption for
-pumping water out of the lake, or go up to where a 40-foot high dam is
-starting across a road where the rocks nearly meet, this will make a
-big lake, more water, fish and boating, you don't know how the days go
-till you are away&mdash;then you know.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_091.jpg" width="600" height="199" alt="Arden, 1897." />
-<div class="caption">Arden, 1897.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<div class="blockquot">
-
-<p class="datesig">
-
-Los Angeles, October 14, 1897.<br />
-</p>
-
-<p>Well, beginning on the left is the little house Mr. B and
-Madame went to stay, but when she was getting better last
-time, they said it was dryer than her own room&mdash;next that
-is an enclosed yard with a store room at the back and over
-it a room where her theatrical<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> dresses are kept, the
-little house right off that is the house girls' rooms, in
-front of the last is a bed of carnations and where the two
-girls are is the open air dining room, next that is the
-indoor dining room, kitchen behind, then Nashtia's room
-with a rustic well in front, part of dining room behind
-and part of kitchen and big pantry behind that&mdash;then an
-entrance and little hall behind which is my room as they
-call it and bathroom beyond&mdash;then Mr. Bozentas' study, hall
-behind and then the room with the church windows (the odd
-window is a seat of Madames) this a very large room and
-goes the whole depth of the house and up to the rafters
-with a big granite fireplace and no end of pretty things in
-it. I suppose you would call it a drawing room&mdash;then there
-is a spare bedroom, hall and another bedroom at the back,
-then an entrance with a bathroom beyond the hall&mdash;then Mr.
-B's room with Madame's at the back and these open onto
-a wide deep porch with Japanese screens and trellis and
-creepers which is the end&mdash;the kitchen garden is beyond
-the shrubbery to the left and that lawn runs to the right
-ever such a way to the farmyard entrance&mdash;at the back is
-a deep hill 50 yards high or more covered with live oak,
-geraniums, wild grasses and so on&mdash;on top there is an
-orange and olive orchard&mdash;in front excepting drives it is
-all garden and shrubbery to a creek with a swing gate, I
-dare say there are 8 or 10 acres, all this and a small
-valley are shut in by high mountains and you exist in a
-sort of green sea. That is Madame by her porch, the girls
-on the right were Misses Langenberger, Yorke and Easton.
-I am doing roses on the well, Annie and Maggie are in the
-open dining room, Nashtia is by the little house, Mr. B is
-talking to Johnny, left front, Sam is watering with his
-small and faithful Bobilo dog near him, the other dog is
-a big hound named Rock. If you keep this till you get the
-sketch perhaps you can make it out.</p></div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_092a.jpg" width="550" height="362" alt="Weeding." />
-<div class="caption">Weeding.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_092b.jpg" width="500" height="446" alt="1900&mdash;Beginning of the D&mdash;&mdash;." />
-<div class="caption">1900&mdash;Beginning of the D&mdash;&mdash;.</div>
-</div>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_094a.jpg" width="600" height="348" alt="Let Go!" />
-<div class="caption">Let Go!</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_094b.jpg" width="550" height="377" alt="They're Off!" />
-<div class="caption">They're Off!</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p>
-<h2><a name="HORSES" id="HORSES">HORSES.</a></h2>
-
-<p class="center">
-"A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse."<br />
-</p>
-
-
-<p>One man who was nervous wanted to drive forty miles across camp to
-Rosario, Santa Fé, and one of us who was not nervous said he would
-drive the pair of greys; one had been in harness twice and the other
-not at all; but the trap and harness were strong. So when the driver
-went to start and found them loading chains and ironware in case there
-was a runaway, he had it out again; there are no fences or ditches and
-all there was to do if they did runaway was to head for Rosario, they
-did, after trying if they could fly, horses buck here more than they
-kick, and when they wanted to stop the driver prevailed on them with a
-whip to keep on till one tried to fall down and nearly pulled him over
-the dashboard, but they got to town. Talking of bucking; we have some
-prize-takers. We all tried one and no one could stay on. Sometimes
-a piece of wood is used which you tie in front and push your knees
-under, or a blanket rolled up helps. Another, a beautiful labuno, was
-brought for me one day, the Señora who knew the horse, asked if I was
-a domador which I am not at all, she said "better not get on" and next
-day I knew she was right. Our best rider was going to try but the
-horse went around in circles at the end of a lasso, bucking like an
-airy fiend, everything flying till he broke away and no one got near
-him for hours, then he was captured with bolas, all this is different
-from hunting or riding races, the horse seems to express his opinions
-more freely and forcibly here, and one<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> wants a special education. In
-Australia I know there is plenty of bucking, but I never was there,
-we had some horses from there in China, one of them (F&mdash;s) bucked his
-saddle over his head and never broke the girths. I did not see this
-but it is true. Another fell in a race and would not get up although
-fire-crackers were let off among his legs; then they tied a chain to
-him and dragged him away. Don't know if he ever got up. One Tartar
-pony I knew ran away with a Consul and up forty steps into the grand
-stand, another in a race jumped on top on one of these wide mud walls,
-and as he had his fore legs one side and hind legs the other he had to
-be taken off. I was riding in these races and we had no end of fun;
-last a week, but two men were nearly killed and one horse quite.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_096a.jpg" width="500" height="483" alt="Russian Consul Going for the Grand Stand&mdash;Shanghai." />
-<div class="caption">Russian Consul Going for the Grand Stand&mdash;Shanghai.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 464px;">
-<img src="images/i_096b.jpg" width="464" height="514" alt="Get on Ferguson." />
-<div class="caption">"Get on Ferguson."</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_096c.jpg" width="600" height="355" alt="One on the Wall." />
-<div class="caption">One on the Wall.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_096d.jpg" width="600" height="371" alt="A Bad 'un to Mount." />
-<div class="caption">A Bad 'un to Mount.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_096e.jpg" width="600" height="441" alt="Lloyd's Crumpler on Miss Louise. Steeple. Flat." />
-<div class="caption">Lloyd's "Crumpler" on Miss Louise. Steeple. Flat.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-<h2><a name="SUDDEN_DEATH" id="SUDDEN_DEATH">SUDDEN DEATH.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>In Los Angeles on Main street a hack drove along and one man directed
-another's attention to two girls in it. They were very pretty but like
-many others, had their faces covered with white powder, these were
-Mexicans. They drove across to Rose and Ferguson's stable (Rose shot
-himself later) and then down Commercial street and Los Angeles street
-to a hotel with a man (I&mdash; F) they picked up at the stables. One of
-the first two men was passing as the hack stopped and made a grab for
-the girl, who got out first, because as the man put his foot on the
-hack step to get out, she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> shot him in the eye and he fell forward
-onto the sidewalk dead. She only said: "He'll never fool another girl"
-and was going to shoot again but changed her mind and walked off with
-her sister to the police station to give herself up. She was tried;
-she was impudent and said she would shoot anyone that said anything
-about her. Some fellows took her bouquets; she got no punishment, of
-course, and the day she was free went to get the revolver which she
-had borrowed she said. B's daughter shot at a man on Spring street
-near First three times front of where the P. O. used to be, but only
-shot a bit off the top of his head. He ought to have been killed; his
-folks had money though and he was let off. I was summoned as a witness
-in this. The father knew me but I knew nothing of the affair. I got
-mad in court as usual and Mr. S. W. let me go. There used to be a good
-deal of shooting in Los Angeles but it is all changed now. At the same
-corner of Commercial Street a man sat at an upstairs window and waited
-till the man he wanted went along the other side; then he shot him
-with a shot gun.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_098a.jpg" width="500" height="453" alt="The End of Don J&mdash; F. Front of White House, Commercial
-St., Los Angeles." />
-<div class="caption">The End of Don J&mdash; F. Front of White House, Commercial
-St., Los Angeles.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_098b.jpg" width="600" height="432" alt="shooting pool" />
-<div class="caption">
-Man coming in suddenly&mdash;"Now I've got you."<br />
-Man, looking up&mdash;"Oh let up, don't interrupt this game."<br />
-First man, paralyzed, walks out again without shooting.<br />
-<a id="The_Good_Old_Days"></a>The Good Old Days.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>M and I used to go down Sonora town to Spanish fandangos and things
-where there was often trouble. Once they were shooting in the night
-around the adobes and a policeman fell down and was carried home but
-when they searched they found the ball in his clothes and he was not
-hurt a bit.</p>
-
-<p>I was shot in the Pico house and S&mdash; drove me to his funeral, next
-week I was at S's funeral; he was shot in his room.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_100a.jpg" width="600" height="392" alt="One Adobe&mdash;Los Angeles." />
-<div class="caption">One Adobe&mdash;Los Angeles.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 550px;">
-<img src="images/i_100b.jpg" width="550" height="399" alt="Empty is the Cradle, Baby's Gone&mdash;San Rafael Ranch." />
-<div class="caption">"Empty is the Cradle, Baby's Gone"&mdash;San Rafael Ranch.</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p>
-<h2><a name="THIEVES" id="THIEVES">THIEVES.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Staying in a house full of things for friends who were away once there
-was a burglary. I never knew till a day or two after. Well, the things
-were mostly recovered; it was an old servant and his partner who did
-it. When we looked around there was an outside adobe store room that
-would not open and a locksmith said that the door was not locked.
-After some gymnastics we found through an extremely dusty window that
-there was something against the door. The crafty George had jammed a
-crowbar into the floor and leaned it against the door so that when
-shut the other end of the bar dropped under a crosspiece and held the
-door like a rock. Wonder where he learned that.</p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_102a.jpg" width="600" height="474" alt="California&mdash;Voices of the Night." />
-<div class="caption">California&mdash;Voices of the Night.</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
-<img src="images/i_102b.jpg" width="500" height="477" alt="Pincher&mdash;All That Could be Seen, or Heard." />
-<div class="caption">Pincher&mdash;All That Could be Seen, or Heard.</div>
-</div>
-<hr class="tb" />
-
-<p>One night, being away from a ranch some one went into my bedroom and
-took the cash box (only $225 and $50 was mine and $15 A. C. J's).
-There were two men playing chess in the next room who never went to
-see what was going on though all the dogs were wild the men say, and
-the men's quarters are some distance away. We found the broken box on
-the tennis court, house table, all the money, but $19 church money in
-an envelope, gone of course. Never knew who did it. Another time, at a
-little ranch I had five miles from town, I used to walk out sometimes
-at night. Some one broke in one night as I found the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> door open but
-nothing gone. So next Sunday I left everything just the same and came
-out after dark but earlier and lay down with my gun just opposite the
-door, at twelve whoever it was came (there was no house near) and I
-lay trying to hear what they said but could not. They came to the door
-and then that little fiend Pincher (my fox terrier) turned up from
-some where and "raised Cain"; they left and I followed a little way;
-it was a black night; struck one that searching for gentlemen one had
-not been introduced to, able to see nothing ahead and with the light
-from the open door in one's rear, was not correct; so I went to bed.
-Next morning found where they had tied their horses in the willows
-down by the creek. Mexicans from the mountains probably. Have not
-had many robbery games. Father went down once long ago with a sawed
-off shotgun and I went to open the door. I asked him after "what he
-thought about?" and he said that he thought he should spoil a new
-carpet.</p>
-
-<p>Another time still further back, when so small that I was sleeping in
-his room, I woke him to see the shadow of a ladder on the blind in
-London. There were burglars, but in the next house. He caught one and
-let him go and the grateful ruffian sent him a paper of written rules
-as to how to make his house safe.</p>
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span></p>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 520px;">
-<img src="images/i_104a.jpg" width="520" height="446" alt="Marshals Them the Way That They Should Go?" />
-<div class="caption">Marshals Them the Way That They Should Go?"</div>
-</div>
-
-<hr class="tb" />
-<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
-<img src="images/i_104b.jpg" width="600" height="439" alt="Oh Lie Down P.&mdash;&mdash; It's All Right." />
-<div class="caption">"Oh Lie Down P.&mdash;&mdash; It's All Right."</div>
-</div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="chap" />
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span></p>
-<h2><a name="BRIEF_AUTHORITY" id="BRIEF_AUTHORITY">BRIEF AUTHORITY.</a></h2>
-
-
-<p>Once upon a time a man, call him P.o1, was Marshal at a big picnic
-and cavorted around in a gorgeous scarf, riding an ancient but fiery
-untamed Mexican bronco, blanco I mean, which had lots of action,
-particularly forward. This man had been yarning with another, call him
-P.o2, who had also been in the golden South Americas and who, being
-in that frivolous state of mind, often found in travelers, insisted
-on climbing up behind P.o1 whenever he got a chance, and inciting the
-blanco till the action became worse than ever, and the three nearly
-got seasick. They did not though, but feasted sumptiously on part of
-a whole bullock barbecued, which was so good that they wished they
-had known him when alive; might have been better men. Picnic was a
-success but P.o2 was not satisfied with one day, and carried on till
-a couple of weeks later P.o1 got a message to come to the St. C.
-hotel. P.o2 had got D.T.'s and was amusing himself trying to get out
-of a three-story window. The St. C. people sent for P.o1 who took the
-maniac away and kept him in his bedroom for four abandoned nights.
-P.o2 was big and wiry and strong withal, and in the lengua del pais
-it was "no circus". P.o2 got better and two years after P.o1 had a
-telegram from him saying their ship went down in the Atlantic and took
-his twenty thousand draft with her, and he was busted. Now he is in
-England with a title and estate and P.o1 has neither, and this is the
-reward of virtue&mdash;but P.o1 was a Marshal once&mdash;and</p>
-
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"The world goes up, and the world goes down,<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">And the sunshine follows the rain;<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">And yesterday's sneer and yesterday's frown<br /></span>
-<span class="i2">never come over again."<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-
-<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p>
-<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">"La vie est vaine:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Un peu d'amour,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Un peu de haine ...<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Et puis&mdash;bon-jour!<br /></span>
-</div><div class="stanza">
-<span class="i0">La vie est brève:<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Un peu d'espoir,<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Un peu de rève ...<br /></span>
-<span class="i0">Et puis&mdash;bonsoir." ...<br /></span>
-</div></div></div>
-
-
-
-<hr class="full" />
-<p class="transnote"><b>Transcriber's Notes</b><br /><br />
-
-Repositioned illustrations and silently corrected minor punctuation
-errors. Retained original spelling except for the following changes:<br />
-<br />
-Page <a href="#Page_21">21</a>: Tencriffe may be a typo for Teneriffe (now Tenerife).<br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Orig: Eleven days in the Bay of Biscay off Tencriffe.)</span><br />
-<br />
-Page <a href="#Page_27">27</a>: Changed "quanaco" to "guanaco."<br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Orig: everything is mixed up with the quanaco in the dark)</span><br />
-<br />
-Page <a href="#Page_61">61</a>: Changed "villians" to "villains."<br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Orig: They were very free and easy villians)</span><br />
-<br />
-Page <a href="#Page_90">90</a>: Changed "prettyly" to "prettily."<br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Orig: very prettyly built to harmonize with the scenery.)</span><br />
-<br />
-Page <a href="#Page_93">93</a>: Changed "shruberry" to "shrubbery."<br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Orig: all garden and shruberry to a creek)</span><br />
-<br />
-Page <a href="#Page_105">105</a>: Changed "mim" to "him."<br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Orig: yarning with another, call mim P.o2,)</span><br />
-<br />
-Page <a href="#Page_106">106</a>: English Translation:<br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Life is in vain:</span><br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A little love,</span><br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A little bit of hatred ...</span><br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And then&mdash;good-day!</span><br />
-<br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Life is short:</span><br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A little hope,</span><br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">A little dream ...</span><br />
-<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And then goodnight." ...</span><br />
-</p>
-
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