It was awful! Which, of coarse, we
comes to the rescoo. Red Dog's our foe; but thar be c'lamities, son,
which leaves no room in the hooman heart for anythin' but pity. An'
this is one. Wolfville rolls out the needed nose-paint for Red Dog,
desolated as I says, an' holds the fraternal glass to the Red Dog
lips till its freighters brings relief from Tucson. "All the same,
while as I assures you thar's nothin' sooperstitious about me, I
can't he'p, when Red Dog burns that a-way, but think of them bluffs
of Boggs about this yere old Ryder party bein' a hoodoo. Shore! it
confirms Boggs in them weaknesses. An' he even waxes puffed up an'
puts on dog about it; an' if ever thar's a dispoote about one of his
omens--an' thar's a lot from time to time, because Boggs is plumb
reedic'lous as to 'em--he ups an' staggers the camp by demandin',
'Don't I call the turn that time when Ryder goes retreatin' over to
Red Dog? If I don't, I'll turn Chink an' open a laundry.'
"Speakin' of omens, of course thar be some, as I tell you yeretofore
in that Wolfville book you've done printed, so common an' practical
every gent must yield to'em. Thar's places where mere sooper.
stition gets up from the table, an' mule-sense takes its seat.
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