Johnny Nelson: How a one-time pupil of Hopalong Cassidy of the famous Bar-20 ranch in the Pecos Valley performed an act of knight-errantry and what came of itMulford, Clarence Edward
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Johnny Nelson: How a one-time pupil of Hopalong Cassidy of the famous Bar-20 ranch in the Pecos Valley performed an act of knight-errantry and what came of it
Mulford, Clarence Edward
Cowboys -- Fiction; Ranch life -- Fiction; Western stories
If his auditors had been impressed by his address, the prayer reached
down and gripped their very heartstrings, stirring into groping
life the vague fear and awe of the supernatural, by heritage firmly
implanted in each consciousness. Death, with its mystery and threat,
brought its awesome fear like a wave, with an impetus acquired from
rolling down past generations, to minds prepared to quail before it
in momentary surrender. From the distant and impersonal, it suddenly
loomed out of the fog of the mysterious unknown real, and made real
by a mind trained to present truth as it is, and became close and
personal. And at the conclusion of the gripping words, only the
fresher, newer momentum of the carelessness and indifference of their
every-day lives could offset the fear which spread like ripples over
their superstitions and set their religious instincts a-quiver. But
like concentric ripples, it grew weaker even as it reached farther out;
yet the reacting ripples enduring for days, showing intermittently and
intermittently arousing vague unrest in their minds.
He glanced at Margaret and walked quickly to her, placing his hand on
her shoulder. "I would not attempt it, my dear. Two-Spot would not
allow another hymn, at such a cost to you."
Dailey, Johnny, Dave, and Fanning moved slowly forward, feeling as they
never had felt before, reverently and carefully picked up the box and
led the out of the building and across the street to a grassy knoll not
far from the road, where the warmth and brightness of the sun rested
from dawn to dark. The ceremony at the grave over, they returned to
Dave's, where they shook hands with a parson who had jolted their ideas
regarding men of his calling.
"Friends," he protested, raising his hands at the coins in the hat held
out to him, "this is too much. I cannot take so much for doing my duty.
It is not reasonable."
"Parson," said Dave, a grin coming to his face, "we ain't had no
gunplay today, but if you don't take that money, I can't promise that
there won't be none. Some of us leather-backs has been eddicated today,
an' they say eddication costs money. I reckon a parson livin' in such
a hole of iniquity as Juniper can find use for our offerin's. If you
can't take it for yoreself, take it for yore church--it'll help you to
build one all th' quicker. An' I'm sayin' that we'll allus be glad to
see you in Gunsight, as a parson or as a man. Shake."
Margaret came forward and thanked him, and turned to Dave.
"Did you know that he slept under your floor?" she asked. "He was
always wondering if you did."
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