Females is frivolous an' plumb light of fancy. This Captain party
comes back to Warwhoop, say, it's two years an' a half later, an'
what do you-alls reckon? That Sanders girl's been married mighty
nigh two yzars, an' has an infant child as big as a b'ar cub, which
is beginnin' to make a bluff at walkin.'
"'Now, on the squar', an' I'm as s'prised about it as you be--I'm
more'n s'prised, I'm pained--I don't allow, lookin' over results an'
recallin' the fact of that b'ar-cub infant child, that for all her
blushin', an' all her tears, an' kissin' that Captain party good-by
that a-way, that the Sanders girl cares a hoss-h'ar rope for him in
a week. An' it all proves what I remarks, that while females ain't
malev'lent malicious, an' don't do these yere things to pierce a
gent with grief, their 'ffections is always honin' for the trail,
an' is shorely prone to move camp. But, bless 'em! they can't he'p
it none if their hearts be quicksands, an' I libates to 'em ag'in.'
"Whereat we-alls drinks with Enright; feelin' a heap sim'lar.
"'Whatever becomes of this yerc pore Captain party?' asks Faro Nell.
"'Well, the fact about that Captain,' replies Enright, settin' down
his glass, 'while the same is mere incident, an' don't have no
direct bearin' on what I relates; the fact in his case is he's
wedded already.
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