The western Avernus; . erhaps a stray cow-boy who came to sleep at our camp, or some of theyoung sons of our near neighbours; and in theirconversation I got the relish of a new dish that tickledmy civilised palate strangely. The flash of humour,the ready rough repartee that permitted no answer,tumbling one to the ground like a sudden tighteninglasso dropped over head and shoulders, were likesingle-stick play after rapier and dagger, hard butharmless. And at last shearing was over, and my Mexicanfriends took their money, doubtless resolving to getdrunk and gamble in town, and make up for the la
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The western Avernus; . erhaps a stray cow-boy who came to sleep at our camp, or some of theyoung sons of our near neighbours; and in theirconversation I got the relish of a new dish that tickledmy civilised palate strangely. The flash of humour, the ready rough repartee that permitted no answer, tumbling one to the ground like a sudden tighteninglasso dropped over head and shoulders, were likesingle-stick play after rapier and dagger, hard butharmless. And at last shearing was over, and my Mexicanfriends took their money, doubtless resolving to getdrunk and gamble in town, and make up for the labourthrough which they had gone; and I began to think ofgoing too, for I had heard from my brother in farnorthern Minnesota, and he asked me to come if it werepossible. I was ready enough to go, for it did not seemto me that I was as well as I should be. Perhaps thealkali water was doing me no good, and I should feelbetter doubtless in the more bracing northern air, drinking the purer streams that ran from Minnesotas 12. MEXICANS GAMBLING. [to face p. 12. In Texas lakes and sweet-scented pine-woods. I would leaveTexas behind me, and the open prairie and its sheepand bands of long-horned cattle, its chattering prairiedogs and howling coyotes, and prowling cougars, andtry another country. But before I could get away there were many thingsto do, and some things to suffer—notably a storm onenight, a surprise to me, for it seemed that the wind blewcalmly on the high plateau, using its energy in ceaselessbreezes, not in sudden destructive cyclonic convulsion.But one day the breeze failed. The clouds came upfrom all quarters, opening and shutting, closing in theblue, dark and thunderous with pallid leaden edges.We sat in our camp, not thinking greatly about thematter, for so many threatened storms had blown over.But presently Jones got up, and went across the creekto the house, remarking that he thought we should haverain. The young Englishman soon followed, leavingme with Alexander,