it and wanted to buy it, but this Jackson must of kept the money he give him to git it with, and give Jeppard phoney cash. So you see everything's all right, even if I did forget a little, and no harm did--'
And that's why Tunk Willoughby is going around saying I am a homicidal maneyack, and run him five miles down a mountain and tried to kill him--which is a exaggeration, of course. I wouldn't of kilt him if I could of caught him. I would merely of raised a few knots on his head and tied his hind laigs in a bow-knot around his fool neck and done a few other little things that might of improved his memory.
THE END
CONTENTS
WAR ON BEAR CREEK
By Robert E. Howard
Pap dug the nineteenth buckshot out of my shoulder and said, 'Pigs is more disturbin' to the peace of a community than scandal, divorce, and corn licker put together. And,' says pap, pausing to strop his bowie on my scalp where the hair was all burnt off, 'when the pig is a razorback hawg, and is mixed up with a lady schoolteacher, a English tenderfoot, and a passle of bloodthirsty relatives, the result is appallin' for a peaceable man to behold. Hold still till John gits yore ear sewed back on.'
Pap was right. I warn't to blame for what happened. Breaking Joel Gordon's laig was a mistake, and Erath Elkins is a liar when he says I caved in them five ribs of his'n plumb on purpose. If Uncle Jeppard Grimes had been tending to his own business he wouldn't have got the seat of his britches filled with bird-shot, and I don't figger it was my fault that cousin Bill Kirby's cabin got burned down. And I don't take no blame for Jim Gordon's ear which Jack Grimes shot off, neither. I figger everybody was more to blame than I was, and I stand ready to wipe up the earth with anybody which disagrees with me.
But it was that derned razorback hawg of Uncle Jeppard Grimes' which started the whole mess.
It begun when that there tenderfoot come riding up the trail with Tunk Willoughby, from War Paint. Tunk ain't got no more sense than the law allows, but he shore showed good jedgement that time, because having delivered his charge to his destination, he didn't tarry. He merely handed me a note, and p'inted dumbly at the tenderfoot, whilst holding his hat reverently in his hand meanwhile.
'What you mean by that there gesture?' I ast him rather irritably, and he said: 'I doffs my sombrero in respect to the departed. Bringin' a specimen like that onto Bear Creek is just like heavin' a jackrabbit to a pack of starvin' loboes.'
He hove a sigh and shook his head, and put his hat back on. 'Rassle a cat in pieces,' he says, gathering up the reins.
'What the hell are you talkin' about?' I demanded.
'That's Latin,' he said. 'It means rest in peace.'
And with that he dusted it down the trail and left me alone with the tenderfoot which all the time was setting his cayuse and looking at me like I was a curiosity or something.
I called my sister Ouachita to come read that there note for me, which she did and it run as follows:
Dere Breckinridge:
This will interjuice Mr. J. Pembroke Pemberton a English sportsman which I met in Frisco recent. He was disapinted because he hadn't found no adventures in America and was fixin to go to Aferker to shoot liuns and elerfants but I perswaded him to come with me because I knowed he would find more hell on Bear Creek in a week than he would find in a yere in Aferker or any other place. But the very day we hit War Paint I run into a old ackwaintance from Texas I will not speak no harm of the ded but I wish the son of a buzzard had shot me somewheres besides in my left laig which already had three slugs in it which I never could get cut out. Anyway I am lade up and not able to come on to Bear Creek with J. Pembroke Pemberton. I am dependin on you to show him some good bear huntin and other excitement and pertect him from yore relatives I know what a awful responsibility I am puttin on you but I am askin' this as yore frend.
William Harrison Glanton. Esqy.
I looked J. Pembroke over. He was a medium sized young feller and looked kinda soft in spots. He had yaller hair and very pink cheeks like a gal; and he had on whip-cord britches and tan riding boots which was the first I ever seen. And he had on a funny kinda coat with pockets and a belt which he called a shooting jacket, and a big hat like a mushroom made outa cork with a red ribbon around it. And he had a pack-horse loaded with all kinds of plunder, and four or five different kinds of shotguns and rifles.
'So yo're J. Pembroke,' I says, and he says, 'Oh, rahther! And you, no doubt, are the person Mr. Glanton described to me, Breckinridge Elkins?'
'Yeah,' I said. 'Light and come in. We got b'ar meat and honey for supper.'
'I say,' he said, climbing down. 'Pardon me for being a bit personal, old chap, but may I ask if your--ah-- magnitude of bodily stature is not a bit unique?'
'I dunno,' I says, not having the slightest idee what he was talking about. 'I always votes a straight Democratic ticket, myself.'
He started to say something else, but just then pap and my brothers John and Bill and Jim and Buckner and Garfield come to the door to see what the noise was about, and he turned pale and said faintly: 'I beg your pardon; giants seem to be the rule in these parts.'
'Pap says men ain't what they was when he was in his prime,' I said, 'but we manage to git by.'
Well, J. Pembroke laid into them b'ar steaks with a hearty will, and when I told him we'd go after b'ar next day, he ast me how many days travel it'd take till we got to the b'ar country.
'Heck!' I said. 'You don't have to travel to git b'ar in these parts. If you forgit to bolt yore door at night yo're liable to find a grizzly sharin' yore bunk before mornin'. This here'n we're eatin' was ketched by my sister Ellen there whilst tryin' to rob the pig-pen out behind the cabin last night.'
'My word!' he says, looking at her peculiarly. 'And may I ask, Miss Elkins, what caliber of firearm you used?'
'I knocked him in the head with a wagon tongue,' she said, and he shook his head to hisself and muttered: 'Extraordinary!'
J. PEMBROKE SLEPT IN my bunk and I took the floor that night; and we was up at daylight and ready to start after the b'ar. Whilst J. Pembroke was fussing over his guns, pap come out and pulled his whiskers and shook his head and said: 'That there is a perlite young man, but I'm afeared he ain't as hale as he oughta be. I just give him a pull at my jug, and he didn't gulp but one good snort and like to choked to death.'
'Well,' I said, buckling the cinches on Cap'n Kidd, 'I've done learnt not to jedge outsiders by the way they takes their licker on Bear Creek. It takes a Bear Creek man to swig Bear Creek corn juice.'
'I hopes for the best,' sighed pap. 'But it's a dismal sight to see a young man which cain't stand up to his licker. Whar you takin' him?'
'Over toward Apache Mountain,' I said. 'Erath seen a exter big grizzly over there day before yesterday.'
'Hmmmm!' says pap. 'By pecooliar coincidence the schoolhouse is over on the side of Apache Mountain, ain't it, Breckinridge?'
'Maybe it is and maybe it ain't,' I replied with dignerty, and rode off with J. Pembroke ignoring pap's sourcastic comment which he hollered after me: 'Maybe they is a connection between book-larnin' and b'ar-huntin', but who am I to say?'
J. Pembroke was a purty good rider, but he used a funny looking saddle without no horn nor cantle, and he had the derndest gun I ever seen. It was a double-barrel rifle, and he said it was a elerfant-gun. It was big enough to knock a hill down. He was surprised I didn't tote no rifle and ast me what would I do if we met a b'ar. I told him I was depending on him to shoot it, but I said if it was necessary for me to go into action, my six-shooter was plenty.
'My word!' says he. 'You mean to say you can bring down a grizzly with a shot from a pistol?'
'Not always,' I said. 'Sometimes I have to bust him over the head with the butt to finish him.'
He didn't say nothing for a long time after that.
Well, we rode over on the lower slopes of Apache Mountain, and tied the horses in a holler and went through the bresh on foot. That was a good place for b'ars, because they come there very frequently looking for Uncle
