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Stories of the Foot-hills By: Margaret Collier Graham (1850-1910) |
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BY MARGARET COLLIER GRAHAM [Illustration] BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY The Riverside Press, Cambridge 1895 Copyright, 1895, BY MARGARET COLLIER GRAHAM. All rights reserved. The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A. Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Co. CONTENTS PAGE THE WITHROW WATER RIGHT 1 ALEX RANDALL'S CONVERSION 114 IDY 134 THE COMPLICITY OF ENOCH EMBODY 189 EM 212 COLONEL BOB JARVIS 231 BRICE 245 STORIES OF THE FOOT HILLS. THE WITHROW WATER RIGHT. I. Lysander Sproul, driving his dun colored mules leisurely toward the mesa, looked back now and then at the winery which crowned its low hill like a bit of fortification. "If I'd really had any idee o' gettin' ahead o' him," he reflected, "or circumventin' him an inch, I reckon I'd been more civil; it's no more 'n fair to be civil to a man when you're gettin' the best of 'im; but I hain't. I don't s'pose Indian Pete's yaller dog, standin' ahead there in the road ready to bark at my team like mad, has any idee of eatin' a mule, much less two, but all the same it's a satisfaction to him to be sassy; an' seein' he's limited in his means of entertainin' hisself, I don't begrudge him. And the Colonel don't begrudge me. When a man has his coat pretty well wadded with greenbacks, he can stand a good deal o' thumpin'." The ascent was growing rougher and more mountainous. Lysander put on the brake and stopped "to blow" his team. Whiffs of honey laden air came from the stretch of chaparral on the slope behind him. He turned on the high spring seat, and, dangling his long legs over the wagon box, sent a far reaching, indefinite gaze across the valley. There were broad acres of yellowing vineyard, fields of velvety young barley, orange trees in dark orderly ranks, and here and there a peach orchard robbed of its leaves, a cloud of tender maroon upon the landscape. Lysander collected his wandering glance and fixed it upon one of the pale green barley fields. "It's about there, I reckon. Of course the old woman'll kick; but if the Colonel has laid out to do it he'll do it, kickin' or no kickin'. If he can't buy her out or trade her out, he'll freeze her out. Well, well, I ain't a carin'; she can do as she pleases." The man turned and took off the brake, and the mules, without further signal, resumed their journey. Boulders began to thicken by the roadside. The sun went down, and the air grew heavy with the soft, resinous mountain odors. Some one stepped from the shadow of a scraggy buckthorn in front of the team. "Is that you, Sandy?" It was a woman's voice, but it came from a figure wearing a man's hat and coat. Lysander stopped the mules. "Why, Minervy! what's up?" "Oh, nothin'. I just walked a ways to meet you." The woman climbed up beside her husband. "You're later 'n I 'lowed you'd be. Something must 'a' kep' you." "Yes, I come around by the winery. I saw Poindexter over t' the Mission, an' he said the old Colonel wanted to see me." "The old Colonel wanted to see you , Sandy?" The woman turned upon him anxiously in the yellow twilight. The rakishness of her attire was grotesquely at variance with her troubled voice and small, freckled face. "What did he want with you?" "Well, he said he wanted me to help him make a trade with the old man," Lysander sent a short, explosive laugh through his nostrils; "an' I told 'im I reckoned he knowed that the old woman was the old man, up our way... Continue reading book >>
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