Those Times and TheseCobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
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Those Times and These
Cobb, Irvin S. (Irvin Shrewsbury)
Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction
“Fur upward of a week then, we moved along, headin' mighty nigh due
South. Considerin' that the country was supposed to be in the midst of
civil war we saw powerful few evidences of it ez we rode through. Life
fur the humble Mexican appeared to be waggin' along about ez usual, but
was nothin' to brag about, at that. We seen him ploughin' amongst the
prevalent desolation with a forked piece of wood, one fork bein' hitched
to a yoke of oxen and the other fork bein' shod with a little strip of
rusty iron. We seen him languidly gatherin' his wheat, him goin' ahead
and pullin' it up out of the ground, roots and all and pilin' it in
puny heaps, and then the women cornin' along behind him and tyin' it
in little bunches with strings. Another place we seen him and his women
folks threshin' grain by beatin' it with sticks and dependin' on the
wind to help 'em winnow the wheat from the chaff jest ez it is written
'twas done in the Bible days. We seen him in his hours of ease, fightin'
his chicken-cock against some other feller's game-bird, and gamblin' and
scratchin' his flea-bites and the more we seen of him the less we seemed
to keer fur him. He mout of been all right in his way, but he wasn't our
kind of folks; I reckin that was it.
“And he repaid the compliment by not appearin' to keer very deeply fur
us strangers neither, but the women seemed to take to us, mightily.
They'd come out to us frum their little dried mud cabins bringin' us
beans and them flat batter-cakes of their'n and even sometimes milk and
butter. Also they gave us roughage fur our hosses and wouldn't take pay
fur none of it, indicatin' by signs that it was all a free gift. Whut
between the grazin' they got and the dried fodder the women gave us,
our hosses took on flesh and weren't sech ga'nted crowbaits ez they had
been.
“Seven days of traversin' that miser'ble land and then, son, we ran
smack into the Imperial scouts and found we'd arrived within less 'en a
day's march of the city of Monterey. Purty soon out come a detachment of
cavalry to meet us and inquire into our business and a most
Godforsaken lookin' bunch they were, but with 'em they had half a dozen
Confederates--Missoury boys, all of 'em exceptin' one, him bein' frum
Louisiana; and these here Missoury fellers told us some news. It seemed
that after Shelby and Price and Hindman got to Monterey their little
army had split in two, most of its members headin' off toward the City
of Mexico with no purticular object in view so fur ez anybody knowed
but jest filled with a restless cravin' to stay in the saddle and keep
movin', and the rest strikin' Westward toward the Pacific Coast.
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