Had not a whole series of clerks, working at white heat between
ball-games and vacations, checked his accounts and requested an
explanation of his every action for years, just to keep him from this
very state of mind—to prevent his fondly imagining that he had
accomplished anything? Think of the man who had struggled, under
orders, to that forlorn station in 1908, breasting the wind and the
sand and a falling thermometer, just to demonstrate scientifically how
concrete is mixed in New Jersey. Why, this advising concrete genius
drew only two thousand and a per-diem, a man skilled in methods known
to the Atlantic seaboard, and aside from his having political
influence, was ever ready, under orders, at this pitiful stipend, to
place his all-embracing knowledge at the disposal of this
non-comprehending desert roughneck, who—Words fail one!
As for the Indians to be affected by this change, they were
inarticulate and did not count. Someone would be appointed to the
vacancy, someone just as good—well, anyway, good enough for Indians.
Then came an experience such as a complacent court must suffer when an
old monarch dies. It happens, no doubt, when there is a change of
chiefs anywhere; but it is the more personal and grinding when one has
to live next door to the chief, breakfast with him, lunch with him,
dine with him, face him across a desk, or ride cheek-by-jowl with him
from daylight to dark; in short, to serve him loyally twenty-four hours
the day. Comparisons are not odious; they are hellish. Those so
situated as to be thus dependent on one another for duty and society
must have some bond of sympathy, something of confidence and regard,
respect if nothing more, like unto that which takes the curse off
marriage. The living conditions, the lack of society and amusement, the
introspection that the Desert invites, these things make the casual
word to be an insult and a chance sentence to produce tragedy. Unless
it be aboard ship, I know of no relative situation in which one man can
become so terrible a burden to others as at an isolated desert-station.
Suffice to relate that the period of reconstruction and change brought
many disputes, all of them crushed and smothered by the turgid
heaviness of forty years’ experience. The new Chief was different, and
aged, and sick, a misery to himself and to everyone else. As is
invariably the case, the most valuable of the employees began to
prepare to quit the ship. I have seen a great deal of loyalty in the
West, and the man who is fair may count on men until they drop; but
these same men speak their minds freely, and it is hard for them to
change czars. Old traditions were restored; the cook quit in a flame of
anger, leaving as his vengeance a last meal garnished with a defunct
mouse. The pot boiled fifteen hours the day.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account