DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey
DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey
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ack of the wagon. He had been more'n half<br />
asleep all afternoon, but now it was night he was<br />
waked up, the way niggers and cats will do, and<br />
every once in a while he would get out behind and<br />
cut a few capers in a moonlight patch, jest fur<br />
the enjoyment of it, and then run and ketch up<br />
with the wagon and crawl in agin, fur it was going<br />
purty slow.<br />
The ground was sandy in spots, and I guess we<br />
made a purty good load fur Beck, the old mule.<br />
She stopped, going up a little slope, after we had<br />
went about a mile from the Witherses'. Sam says<br />
he'll get out and walk, fur the wheels was in purty<br />
deep, and it was hard going.<br />
"Giddap, Beck!" says the old man.<br />
But Beck, she won't. She don't stand like she<br />
is stuck, neither, but like she senses danger somewheres<br />
about. A hoss might go ahead into danger,<br />
but a mule is more careful of itself and never goes<br />
butting in unless it feels sure they is a way out.<br />
"Giddap," says the old man agin.<br />
But jest then the shadders on both sides of the<br />
road comes to life. They wakes up, and moves all<br />
about us. It was done so sudden and quiet it was<br />
half a minute before I seen it wasn't shadders but<br />
about thirty men had gathered all about us on<br />
every side. They had guns.<br />
"Who are you? What d'ye want?" asts the old<br />
man, startled, as three or four took care of the<br />
mule's head very quick and quiet.<br />
"Don't be skeered, Daddy Withers," says a drawly<br />
voice out of the dark; "we ain't goin' to hurt YOU.<br />
We got a little matter o' business to tend to with<br />
them two fellers yo' totin' to town."