Wolfville Days
CONTENTS
No, sir, even onder spur an' quirt, my mem'ry can only canter back to one uprisin' of labor in Wolfville; that was printers.
At this the Old Cattleman looked unduly sagacious, refreshed himself with a puff or two at his pipe, and all with the air of one who might, did he see fit, consider the grave questions of capital and labor with an ability equal to their solution. His remark was growth of the strike story of some mill workmen, told glaringly in the newspaper he held in his hands.
Wolfville is not at that time, he continued, what you-all East would call a swirlin' vortex of trade; still she has her marts. Thar's the copper mines, the Bird Cafe Op'ry House, the Red Light, the O. K. Restauraw, the Dance Hall, the New York Store an' sim'lar hives of commerce. Which ondoubted the barkeeps is the hardest worked folks in camp, an' yet none of 'em ever goes on the warpath for shorter hours or longer pay, so far as I has notice. Barkeeps that a-way is a light-hearted band an' cheerful onder their burdens. Once when Old Monte brings the stage in late because of some boggin' down he does over at a quicksand ford in the foothills, a shorthorn who arrives with him as a passenger comes edgin' into the Red Light. Bein' it's four o'clock in the mornin', the tenderfoot seems amazed at sech activities as faro-bank, an' high-ball, said devices bein' in full career; to say nothin' of the Dance Hall, which 'Temple of Mirth,' as Hamilton who is proprietor tharof names it, is whoopin' it up across the street.
'Ain't you open rather late?' says the shorthorn. His tones is apol'getic an' no offence is took.
That's one of them gratefyin' things about the Southwest. That temperate region don't go pirootin' 'round strivin' to run its brand onto things as insults where none ain't meant. The Southwest ropes only at the intention. You may even go so far as to shoot the wrong gent in a darkened way, an' as long as you pulls off the play in a sperit of honesty, an' the party plugged don't happen to be a pop'lar idol, about the worst you'd get would be a caution from the Stranglers to be more acc'rate in your feuds, sech is the fairmindedness an' toleration of Southwest sentiment.
Alfred Henry Lewis
WOLFVILLE DAYS
CHAPTER I. The Great Wolfville Strike.
CHAPTER II. The Grinding of Dave Tutt.
CHAPTER III. The Feud of Pickles.
CHAPTER IV. Johnny Florer's Axle Grease.
CHAPTER V. Toothpick Johnson's Ostracism.
CHAPTER VI. The Wolfville Daily Coyote.
CHAPTER VII. Cherokee Hall Plays Poker.
CHAPTER VIII. The Treachery of Curly Ben
CHAPTER IX. Colonel Sterett's Reminiscences
CHAPTER X. How the Dumb Man Rode.
CHAPTER XI. How Prince Hat Got Help.
CHAPTER XII. How Wolfville Made a Jest.
CHAPTER XIII. Death; and the Donna Anna.
CHAPTER XIV. How Jack Rainey Quit.
CHAPTER XV. The Defiance of Gene Watkins.
CHAPTER XVI. Colonel Sterett's War Record.
CHAPTER XVII. Old Man Enright's Love.
CHAPTER XVIII. Where Whiskey Billy Died.
CHAPTER XIX. When the Stage Was Stopped.