Frontier and pioneer life -- Indiana -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"Pap never wanted anything so bad in all his life as that powder
horn an' shot flask. They wuz all fixed up with gold an' silver
trimmin's an' I guess there wuz rubies an' di'monds too. Fer three
days Pap dickered with him, tryin' to make some kind of a swap.
Jasper he wouldn't trade 'em er sell 'em nuther. He said they
wuz wuth more'n a thousand dollars. Some big Injun Chief made him
a present of 'em, years ago,--fer savin' his life, he said. First
Pap tried to swap his hounds fer 'em, 'nen said he'd throw in one
of the hosses. Jasper he jest laughed at him. Yesterday I heerd
Pap tell him he would swap him both hosses, seven hogs, the wagon
an' two boats, but Jasper he jest laughed. They wuz still talkin'
about it when they got home from town last night, jest ahead of the
storm. I could hear 'em arguin' out in the room. They wuz drinkin'
an' talkin' so loud I couldn't sleep.
"Purty soon Pap said he'd trade him our cabin an' ever'thing else
fer that pouch an' flask. It wuz rainin' so hard by this time
I couldn't hear all they said but when it slacked up a little I
cotch my own name. They wuz talkin' about me. I heerd Jasper tell
Pap he'd give him the things ef he'd promise to go away an' leave
him an' me alone in the cabin. That kind o' surprised me. But
all Pap sez wuz that he hated to go out in the rain. So Jasper he
said fer him to wait till hit stopped rainin'. Pap said all right,
he would, an' fer Jasper to hand over the pouch and flask. Jasper
cussed an' said he'd give 'em to him three hours after sunrise
the nex' morning' an' not a minute sooner, an' he wuz to stay away
from the house all that time or he wouldn't give 'em to him at all.
Well, they argued fer some time about that an' finally Pap said
he'd go out to the hoss shed an' sleep if Jasper would hand over
the shot pouch then an' there an' hold back the powder flask till
mornin'. Jasper he said all right, he would. I never guess what
wuz back of all this. So when Pap went out an' shut the door behind
him, I wuz kind o' thankful, ca'se all the arguin' an' jawin' would
stop an' I could go to sleep ag'in. Jasper he let down the bolt
inside the door."
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