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locomotive to caboose; each fettered car in turn strained into motion and
slowly rolled over the bridge and into silence from the steam and the
bells of the railroad yard。 Through the open windows of the caboose great
dull…red cinders rattled in; and the whistles of distant Union Pacific
locomotives sounded over the open plains ominous and long; like ships at
sea。
Honey and Lin sat for a while; making few observations and far between;
as their way is between whom flows a stream of old…time understanding。
Mutual whiskey and silence can express much friendship; and eloquently。
〃What are yu' doing at present?〃 Lin inquired。
〃Prospectin'。〃
Now prospecting means hunting gold; except to such spirits as the boy
Lin。 To these it means finding gold。 So Lin McLean listened to the talk
of his friend Honey Wiggin as the caboose trundled through the night。 He
saw himself in a vision of the near future enter a bank and thump down a
bag of gold…dust。 Then he saw the new; clean money the man would hand him
in exchange; bills with round zeroes half covered by being folded over;
and heavy; satisfactory gold pieces。 And then he saw the blue water that
twinkles beneath Boston。 His fingers came again on his trunk check。 He
had his ticket; too。 And as dawn now revealed the gray country to him;
his eye fell casually upon a mile…post: 〃Omaha; 876。〃 He began to watch
for them:877; 878。 But the trunk would really get to Omaha。
〃What are yu' laughin' about?〃 asked Honey。
〃Oh; the wheels。〃
〃Wheels?〃
〃Don't yu' hear 'em?〃 said Lin。 〃'Variety;' they keep a…sayin'。 'Variety;
variety。' 〃
〃Huh!〃 said Honey; with scorn。 〃'Ker…chunka…chunk' 's all I make it。〃
〃You're no poet;〃 observed Mr。 McLean。
As the train moved into Evanston in the sunlight; a gleam of dismay shot
over Lin's face; and he ducked his head out of sight of the window; but
immediately raised it again。 Then he leaned out; waving his arm with a
certain defiant vigor。 But the bishop on the platform failed to notice
this performance; though it was done for his sole benefit; nor would Lin
explain to the inquisitive Wiggin what the matter was。 Therefore; very
naturally; Honey drew a conclusion for himself; looked quickly out of the
window; and; being disappointed in what he expected to see remarked;
sulkily; 〃Do yu' figure I care what sort of a lookin' girl is stuck on
yu' in Evanston?〃 And upon this young Lin laughed so loudly that his
friend told him he had never seen a man get so foolish in three years。
By…and…by they were in Utah; and; in the company of Ogden friends; forgot
prospecting。 Later they resumed freight trains and journeyed north In
Idaho they said good…bye to the train hands in the caboose; and came to
Little Camas; and so among the mountains near Feather Creek。 Here the
berries were of several sorts; and growing riper each day; and the bears
in the timber above knew this; and came down punctually with the season;
making variety in the otherwise even life of the prospectors。 It was now
August; and Lin sat on a wet hill making mud…pies for sixty days。 But the
philosopher's stone was not in the wash at that placer; nor did Lin
gather gold…dust sufficient to cover the nail of his thumb。 Then they
heard of an excitement at Obo; Nevada; and; hurrying to Obo; they made
some more mud…pies。
Now and then; eating their fat bacon at noon; Honey would say; 〃Lin;
wher're yu' goin'?〃
And Lin always replied; 〃East。〃 This became a signal for drinks。
For beauty and promise; Nevada is a name among names。 Nevada! Pronounce
the word aloud。 Does it not evoke mountains and clear air; heights of
untrodden snow and valleys aromatic with the pine and musical with
falling waters? Nevada! But the name is all。 Abomination of desolation
presides over nine…tenths of the place。 The sun beats down as on a roof
of zinc; fierce and dull。 Not a drop of water to a mile of sand。 The mean
ash…dump landscape stretches on from nowhere to nowhere; a spot of mange。
No portion of the earth is more lacquered with paltry; unimportant
ugliness。
There is gold in Nevada; but Lin and Honey did not find it。 Prospecting
of the sort they did; besides proving unfruitful; is not comfortable。 Now
and again; losing patience; Lin would leave his work and stalk about and
gaze down at the scattered men who stooped or knelt in the water。 Passing
each busy prospector; Lin would read on every broad; upturned pair of
overalls the same label; 〃Levi Strauss; No。 2;〃 with a picture of two
lusty horses hitched to one of these garments and vainly struggling to
split them asunder。 Lin remembered he was wearing a label just like that
too; and when he considered all things he laughed to himself。 Then;
having stretched the ache out of his long legs; he would return to his
ditch。 As autumn wore on; his feet grew cold in the mushy gravel they
were sunk in。 He beat off the sand that had stiffened on his boots; and
hated Obo; Nevada。 But he held himself ready to say 〃East〃 whenever he
saw Honey coming along with the bottle。 The cold weather put an end to
this adventure。 The ditches froze and filled with snow; through which the
sordid gravel heaps showed in a dreary fashion; so the two friends
drifted southward。
Near the small new town of Mesa; Arizona; they sat down again in the
dirt。 It was milder here; and; when the sun shone; never quite froze。 But
this part of Arizona is scarcely more grateful to the eye than Nevada。
Moreover; Lin and Honey found no gold at all。 Some men near them found a
little。 Then in January; even though the sun shone; it quite froze one
day。
〃We're seein' the country; anyway;〃 said Honey。
〃Seein' hell;〃 said Lin; 〃and there's more of it above ground than I
thought。〃
〃What'll we do?〃 Honey inquired。
〃Have to walk for a joba good…payin' job;〃 responded the hopeful
cow…puncher。 And he and Honey went to town。
Lin found a job in twenty…five minutes; becoming assistant to the
apothecary in Mesa。 Established at the drug…store; he made up the simpler
prescriptions。 He had studied practical pharmacy in Boston between the
ages of thirteen and fifteen; and; besides this qualification; the
apothecary had seen him when he first came into Mesa; and liked him。 Lin
made no mistakes that he or any one ever knew of; and; as the mild
weather began; he materially increased the apothecary's business by
persuading him to send East for a soda…water fountain。 The ladies of the
town clustered around this entertaining novelty; and while sipping
vanilla and lemon bought knickknacks。 And the gentlemen of the town
discovered that whiskey with soda and strawberry syrup was delicious; and
produced just as competent effects。 A group of them were generally
standing in the shop and shaking dice to decide who should pay for the
next; while Lin administered to each glass the necessary ingredients。
Thus money began to come to him a little more steadily than had been its
wont; and he divided with the penniless Honey。
But Honey found fortune quickly; too。 Through excellent card…playing he
won a pinto from a small Mexican horse…thief who came into town from the
South; and who cried bitterly when he delivered up his pet pony to the
new owner。 The new owner; being a man of the world and agile on his feet;
was only slightly stabbed that evening as he walked to the dance…hall at
the edge of the town。 The Mexican was buried on the next day but one。
The pony stood thirteen two; and was as long as a steamboat。 He had white
eyelashes; pink nostrils; and one eye was bright blue。 If you spoke
pleasantly to him; he rose instantly on his hind…legs and tried to beat
your face。 He did not look as if he could run; and that was what made him
so valuable。 Honey travelled through the country with him; and every
gentleman who saw the pinto and heard Honey became anxious to get up a
race。 Lin always sent money for Wiggin to place; and he soon opened a
bank account; while Honey; besides his racing…bridle; bought a
silver…inlaid one; a pair of forty…dollar spurs; and a beautiful saddle
richly stamped。 Every day (when in Mesa) Honey would step into the
drug…store and inquire; 〃Lin; wher're yu' goin'?〃
But Lin never answered any more。 He merely came to the soda…water
fountain with the whiskey。 The passing of days brought a choked season of
fine sand and hard blazing sky。 Heat rose up from the ground and hung
heavily over man and beast。 Many insects sat out in the sun rattling with
joy; the little tearing river grew clear from the swollen mud; and shrank
to a succession of standing pools; and the fat; squatting cactus bloomed
everywhere into butter…colored flowers big as tulips in the sand。 There
were artesian wells in Mesa; and the water did not taste very good; but
if you drank from the standing pools where the river had been; you
repaired to the drug…store almost immediately。 A troop of wandering
players came dotting along the railroad; and; reaching Mesa; played a
brass…band up and down the street; and announced the powerful drama of
〃East Lynne。〃 Then Mr。 McLean thought of the Lynn marshes that lie
between there and Chelsea; and of the sea that must look so cool。 He
forgot them while following the painful fortunes of the Lady Isabel; but;
going to bed in the back part of the drug…store; he remembered how he
used to beat everybody swimming in the salt water。
〃I'm goin';〃 he said。 Then he got up; and; striking the light; he
inspected his bank account。 〃I'm sure goin';〃 he repeated; blowing the
light out; 〃and I can buy the fatted calf myself; you bet!〃 for he had
often thought of the bishop's story。 〃You bet!〃 he remarked once more in
a muffled voice; and was asleep in a minute。 The apothecary was sorry to
have him go; and Honey was deeply grieved。
〃I'd pull out with yer;〃 he said; 〃only I can do business round Yuma and
westward with the pinto。〃
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