“There he is,” she said, showing the family portrait. “And a rough time he must have had of it now and then. New Hampshire was full of fine young men in those days. But nowadays most of them have gone away to seek their fortunes in the West. Do they find them, I wonder?”
“Yes, ma’am. All the good ones do.”
“But you cannot all be—what is the name?—Cattle Kings.”
“That’s having its day, ma’am, right now. And we are getting ready for the change—some of us are.”
“And what may be the change, and when is it to come?”
“When the natural pasture is eaten off,” he explained. “I have seen that coming a long while. And if the thieves are going to make us drive our stock away, we’ll drive it. If they don’t, we’ll have big pastures fenced, and hay and shelter ready for winter. What we’ll spend in improvements, we’ll more than save in wages. I am well fixed for the new conditions. And then, when I took up my land, I chose a place where there is coal. It will not be long before the new railroad needs that.”
Thus the old lady learned more of her niece’s husband in one evening than the Bennington family had ascertained during his whole sojourn with them. For by touching upon Wyoming and its future, she roused him to talk. He found her mind alive to Western questions: irrigation, the Indians, the forests; and so he expanded, revealing to her his wide observation and his shrewd intelligence. He forgot entirely to be shy. She sent Molly to bed, and kept him talking for an hour. Then she showed him old things that she was proud of, “because,” she said, “we, too, had something to do with making our country. And now go to Molly, or you’ll both think me a tiresome old lady.”
“I think—” he began, but was not quite equal to expressing what he thought, and suddenly his shyness flooded him again.
“In that case, nephew,” said she, “I’m afraid you’ll have to kiss me good night.”
And so she dismissed him to his wife, and to happiness greater than either of them had known since they had left the mountains and come to the East. “He’ll do,” she said to herself, nodding.
Their visit to Dunbarton was all happiness and reparation for the doleful days at Bennington. The old lady gave much comfort and advice to her niece in private, and when they came to leave, she stood at the front door holding both their hands a moment.
“God bless you, my dears,” she told them. “And when you come next time, I’ll have the nursery ready.”
And so it happened that before she left this world, the great-aunt was able to hold in her arms the first of their many children.
Judge Henry at Sunk Creek had his wedding present ready. His growing affairs in Wyoming needed his presence in many places distant from his ranch, and he made the Virginian his partner. When the thieves prevailed at length, as they did, forcing cattle owners to leave the country or be ruined, the Virginian had forestalled this crash. The herds were driven away to Montana. Then, in 1889, came the cattle war, when, after putting their men in office, and coming to own some of the newspapers, the thieves brought ruin on themselves as well. For in a broken country there is nothing left to steal.
But the railroad came, and built a branch to that land of the Virginian’s where the coal was. By that time he was an important man, with a strong grip on many various enterprises, and able to give his wife all and more than she asked or desired.
Sometimes she missed the Bear Creek days, when she and he had ridden together, and sometimes she declared that his work would kill him. But it does not seem to have done so. Their eldest boy rides the horse Monte; and, strictly between ourselves, I think his father is going to live a long while.
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The Virginian
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