"As I says, what I now relates is the only industrial trouble I
recalls in Wolfville. I allers remembers it, 'cause, bein' as how I
knows the party who's the aggravatin' cause tharof, it mortifies me
the way he jumps into camp an' carries on.
"When I sees him first is ages before, when I freights with eight
mules over the Old Fort Bascome trail from Vegas to the Panhandle.
This sharp--which he's a tenderfoot at the time, but plumb wolf by
nacher-trails up to me in the Early Rose Saloon in Vegas one day,
an' allows he'd like to make a deal an' go projectin' over into the
Panhandle country with me for a trip. "Freightin' that a-way three
weeks alone on the trail is some harrowin' to the sperits of a gent
who loves company like me, so I agrees, an' no delay to it.
"Which I'm yere to mention I regrets later I'm that easy I takes
this person along. Not that he turns hostile, but he's allers havin'
adventures, an' things keeps happenin' to him; an' final, I thinks
he's shorely dead an' gone complete--the same, as I afterward
learns, bein' error; an', takin' it up one trail an' down another,
that trip breaks me offen foolin' with shorthorns complete, an' I
don't go near 'em for years, more'n if they's stingin' lizards.
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