Frontier and pioneer life -- New Mexico -- Juvenile fiction; New Mexico -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Juvenile fiction
"Arrah, now, girls," said he, in a tone of good-humoured intreaty, "will
yez be aizy? Did yez niver see rid hair afore?"
The squaws, on hearing the appeal, which of course they understood not,
only showed their white teeth in loud laughter.
"In trath, an' iv I had yez on the sod, at the owld Cove o' Cark beyant,
I cud show yez as much av it as 'ud contint ye for yer lives. Arrah,
now, keep aff me! Be the powers, ye're trampin' the toes aff me feet!
Ach! don't rug me! Holy Mother! will yez let me alone? Divil resave ye
for a set of--"
The tone in which the last words were uttered showed that O'Cork had at
length lost his temper; but this only increased the assiduity of his
tormentors, whose mirth now broke beyond bounds. They plucked him
harder than ever, yelling all the while; so that, although he continued
to scold, I could only hear him at intervals ejaculating: "Mother av
Moses!" "Tare-an-ages!" "Holy vistment!" and a variety of similar
exclamations.
This scene continued for several minutes; and then, all at once, there
was a lull, and a consultation among the women, that told us they were
devising some scheme.
Several girls were sent off to the houses. These presently returned,
bringing a large olla, and another vessel of smaller dimensions. What
did they intend to do with these? We soon learned.
The olla was filled with water from the adjacent stream, and carried up,
and the smaller vessel was set down beside Barney's head. We saw that
it contained the yucca soap of the Northern Mexicans. They were going
to wash out the red!
The Irishman's hand-stays were now loosened, so that he could sit
upright; and a copious coat of the "soft-soap" was laid on his head,
completely covering his hair. A couple of sinewy squaws then took hold
of him by the shoulders, and with bunches of bark fibres applied the
water, and scrubbed it in lustily.
The application seemed to be anything but pleasant to Barney, who roared
out, ducking his head on all sides to avoid it. But this did not serve
him. One of the squaws seized the head between her hands, and held it
steady, while the other set to it afresh and rubbed harder than ever.
The Indians yelled and danced around; but in the midst of all I could
hear Barney sneezing, and shouting in a smothered voice--
"Holy Mother!--htch-tch! Yez may rub--tch-itch!--till yez fetch-tch the
skin aff--atch-ich-ich! an' it won't--tscztsh!--come out. I tell yez--
itch-ch! it's in the grain--itch-itch! It won't come out--itch-itch!--
be me sowl it won't--atch-itch-hitch!"
But the poor fellow's expostulations were in vain. The scrubbing
continued, with fresh applications of the yucca, for ten minutes or
more; and then the great olla was lifted, and its contents dashed upon
his head and shoulders.
What was the astonishment of the women to find that instead of modifying
the red colour, it only showed forth, if possible, more vivid than ever!
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