The Jimmyjohn Boss, and Other Stories — John Shaqi
The Jimmyjohn Boss, and Other StoriesWister, Owen
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The Jimmyjohn Boss, and Other Stories
Wister, Owen
Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.) -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Western stories
Second call sounded; the lines filed out and formed, the sergeant of
the guard and two privates took their station by the flag, and when
battalion was formed the commanding officer, towering steeple-stiff
beneath his plumes, received the adjutant's salute, ordered him to his
post, and began drill. At all this the unconventional guest looked on
comfortably from Lieutenant Balwin's porch.
“I doubt if I could put up with that there discipline all the week,” he
mused. “Carry--arms! Present--Arms! I guess that's all I know of it.”
The winking white line of gloves stirred his approval. “Pretty good
that. Gosh, see the sun on them bayonets!”
The last note of retreat merged in the sonorous gun, and the flag
shining in the light of evening slid down and rested upon the earth.
The blue ranks marched to a single bugle--the post was short of men and
officers--and the captain, with the released lieutenants, again sought
digestion and cigars. Balwin returned to his guest, and together they
watched the day forsake the plain. Presently the guest rose to take his
leave. He looked old enough to be the father of the young officer, but
he was a civilian, and the military man proceeded to give him excellent
advice.
“Now don't get into trouble, Cutler.”
The slouch-shouldered scout rolled his quid gently, and smiled at his
superior with indulgent regard.
“See here, Cutler, you have a highly unoccupied look about you this
evening. I've been studying the customs of this population, and I've
noted a fact or two.”
“Let 'em loose on me, sir.”
“Fact one: When any male inhabitant of Fort Laramie has a few spare
moments, he hunts up a game of cards.”
“Well, sir, you've called the turn on me.”
“Fact two: At Fort Laramie a game of cards frequently ends in
discussion.”
“Fact three: Mr. Calvin, in them discussions Jarvis Cutler has the last
word. You put that in your census report alongside the other two.”
“Well, Cutler, if somebody's gun should happen to beat yours in an
argument, I should have to hunt another wagon-master.”
“I'll not forget that. When was you expecting to pull out north?”
“Whenever the other companies get here. May be three days--may be three
weeks.”
“Then I will have plenty time for a game to-night.”
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