Man Size eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 297 pages of information about Man Size.

Man Size eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 297 pages of information about Man Size.

No wonder she hated him for what he had done to her.

He shook himself into a more comfortable position and began to count stars....  Ninety-five, ninety-six, ninety-seven....  What was the use of stressing the affair, anyhow?  She was only a half-breed.  In ten years she would be fat, shapeless, dirty, and repellent.  Her conversation would be reduced to grunts.  The glance he had had at her mother was illuminating.

Where was he?...  One hundred eleven, twelve, thirteen....  Women had not obtruded much into his life.  He had lived in the wind and the sun of the outdoors, much of the time in the saddle.  Lawless he was, but there was a clean strain in his blood.  He had always felt an indifferent contempt for a squaw-man.  An American declassed himself when he went in for that sort of thing, even if he legalized the union by some form of marriage.  In spite of her magnificent physical inheritance of health and vitality, in spite of the quick and passionate spirit that informed her, she would be the product of her environment and ancestry, held close to barbarism all her life.  The man who mated with her would be dragged down to her level.

Two hundred three, four, five....  How game she had been!  She had played it out like a thoroughbred, even to telling her father that he was to use the horsewhip in punishing her.  He had never before seen a creature so splendid or so spirited.  Squaw or no squaw, he took off his hat to her.

The sun had climbed the hilltop when Morse wakened.

“Come an’ get it!” Barney the cook was yelling at him.

Bully West had changed his mind about not going to the buffalo-hunter’s camp.

“You ‘n’ Brad’ll stay here, Barney, while me ‘n’ Tom are gone,” he gave orders.  “And you’ll keep a sharp lookout for raiders.  If any one shows up that you’re dubious of, plug him and ask questions afterward.  Un’erstand?”

“I hear ye,” replied Barney, a small cock-eyed man with a malevolent grin.  “An’ we’ll do just that, boss.”

Long before the traders reached it, the camp of the buffalo-hunters advertised its presence by the stench of decaying animal matter.  Hundreds of hides were pegged to the ground.  Men and women, squatting on their heels, scraped bits of fat from the drying skins.  Already a train of fifty Red River carts[3] stood ready for the homeward start, loaded with robes tied down by means of rawhide strips to stand the jolting across the plains.  Not far away other women were making pemmican of fried buffalo meat and fat, pounded together and packed with hot grease in skin bags.  This food was a staple winter diet and had too a market value for trade to the Hudson’s Bay Company, which shipped thousands of sacks yearly to its northern posts on the Peace and the Mackenzie Rivers.

[Footnote 3:  The Red River cart was a primitive two-wheeled affair, made entirely of wood, without nails or metal tires.  It was usually drawn by an ox. (W.M.R.)]

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