The Busted Ex-Texan, and Other StoriesMurray, W. H. H. (William Henry Harrison)
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The Busted Ex-Texan, and Other Stories
Murray, W. H. H. (William Henry Harrison)
Fiction; Short stories; Western stories
The hilarity of the camp that evening under the foot-hills will never be
forgotten by those of us who composed the happy number, and who
listened with streaming eyes and aching sides to the narrative of our
unfortunate guest. He told his story with a directness and simplicity of
narrative, with a gravity of countenance and plaintiveness of voice,
which heightened the humor of the substance. Never did the stars, which
have seen so much of human happiness, which have listened to so much of
the rollicking humor of those who were fashioned for laughter, looked
down upon a jollier camp. Long after our guest had ended his narrative
and was apparently sleeping in happy forgetfulness of his Texas
speculation, succeeding pauses of silence would come roars of laughter.
The remembrance of the humorous tale banished sleep, and, even after
slumber had fallen on us all, fun still held possession of our dreams.
For Dick, starting from sleep in a nightmare of hilarity, roared out:
"_Luff her up, luff her up, or the colonel is busted!_"
Ay, ay, thank God for laughter. Thank him heartily and ever, dear
friend, blow the winds, run the tides as they may. The sorrows of life
may be many, and its griefs may be keen, and we who are frosted with
years and you who are blooming have felt and will feel the sting of
false friends and the burden of losses; but, lose what we may, or be
pained as we have been and shall be, we are happy in this,--we who know
how to laugh,--that we find wings for each burden, solace for pains, and
return for all losses, in our sweet sense of humor, thank Heaven! So,
whether rich men or poor, healthy or sick, brown-headed or gray, we will
go on like children, with eyes for all beauty and hearts for all fun.
Let lilies teach us, and of the birds of the air let us learn. The day
that is not shall not make us anxious, for of each day is the evil
enough, and the morrow shall take care of itself.
[Illustration: THE WICKEDEST COW.]*
HOW DEACON TUBMAN
and PARSON WHITNEY
CELEBRATED NEW YEARS.
HOW DEACON TUBMAN AND PARSON WHITNEY CELEBRATED NEW YEAR'S.
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