American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories; Western stories
I must admit, that, as I walked by the cart that night, I felt very much
as if I were accompanying the remains of some humble friend to his last
resting-place; and that, when I was obliged to ride in it, I never could
entirely convince myself that I was not helplessly overcome by liquor,
or the victim of an accident, en route to the hospital. But at last we
reached the ferry. On the boat, I think no one discovered Baby, except a
drunken man, who approached me to ask for a light for his cigar, but who
suddenly dropped it, and fled in dismay to the gentlemen's cabin, where
his incoherent ravings were luckily taken for the earlier indications of
delirium tremens.
It was nearly midnight when I reached my little cottage on the outskirts
of Oakland; and it was with a feeling of relief and security that I
entered, locked the door, and turned him loose in the hall, satisfied
that henceforward his depredations would be limited to my own property.
He was very quiet that night; and after he had tried to mount the
hatrack, under the mistaken impression that it was intended for his own
gymnastic exercise, and knocked all the hats off, he went peaceably to
sleep on the rug.
In a week, with the exercise afforded him by the run of a large,
carefully-boarded enclosure, he recovered his health, strength, spirits,
and much of his former beauty. His presence was unknown to my neighbors,
although it was noticeable that horses invariably “shied” in passing
to the windward of my house, and that the baker and milkman had great
difficulty in the delivery of their wares in the morning, and indulged
in unseemly and unnecessary profanity in so doing.
At the end of the week, I determined to invite a few friends to see the
Baby, and to that purpose wrote a number of formal invitations. After
descanting, at some length, on the great expense and danger attending
his capture and training, I offered a programme of the performance, of
the “Infant Phenomenon of Sierran Solitudes,” drawn up into the highest
professional profusion of alliteration and capital letters. A few
extracts will give the reader some idea of his educational progress:--
1. He will, rolled up in a Round Ball, roll down the Wood-Shed Rapidly,
illustrating His manner of Escaping from His Enemy in His Native Wilds.
2. He will Ascend the Well-Pole, and remove from the Very Top a Hat, and
as much of the Crown and Brim thereof, as May be Permitted.
3. He will perform in a pantomime, descriptive of the Conduct of the Big
Bear, The Middle-Sized Bear, and The Little Bear of the Popular Nursery
Legend.
4. He will shake his chain Rapidly, showing his Manner of striking
Dismay and Terror in the Breasts of Wanderers in Ursine Wildernesses.
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