'Indiany,' he stuck his mug out of the window and
criticized the cattle we now and then passed. I was wishing somebody
would give the conversation a start, when 'Indiany' made a break.
"'This ain't no great stock country,' says he to the old gentleman with
the cane.
"'No, sir,' says the old gentleman. 'There's very little grazing here,
and the range is pretty much wore out.'
"Then there was nothing said again for some time. Bimeby the hoosier
opened ag'in:
"'It's the d----dest place for 'simmon-trees and turkey-buzzards I ever
did see!'
"The old gentleman with the cane didn't say nothing, and the preacher
gave a long groan. The young lady smiled through her veil, and the old
lady snapped her eyes and looked sideways at the speaker.
"'Don't make much beef here, I reckon,' says the hoosier.
"'No,' says the gentleman.
"'Well, I don't see how in h----ll they all manage to get along in a
country whar thar ain't no ranges and they don't make no beef. A man
ain't considered worth a cuss in Indiany what hasn't got his brand on a
hundred head.'
"'Yours is a great beef country, I believe,' says the old gentleman.
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