Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, November 5, 1881, Page 3

s OUR OWN LIFTLE HIGHWAYMAR. | BY JCAQUIN MILLER, T had been duly elected to the re- sponsible position of Judge of North- ern Oregon by the people thereof te- fore I yet hmi a beard. With that matchless confidence and audacity which 18 born of youth and fed on van- ity, I had taken the oath of office and entered upon its duties, and, with one law book and two six shooters, pro- oeeded to sternly administer justice, if not the law. Oneeultry twilight, as I sat smoking a pipe en the steps of my office, an old man came shuftling down the stoep hill from a little cluster of cabins that clung to the side of the mountian, with its top crowned by a gallows and gruveyard, The cabin constituting my office and my residenco—my country residence and city residence—lay at the edge of the tumble-down old mining town. This town was deep down ina canyon. Indeed, it was called Canyon City. You will find it on the map of Oregon. It is now the county seat of Grant county. We who had found this min- ing camp and built this dismal moun- tain town, 200 miles from any other place, first named it Orodelphia; but 1t didn't look like Orodelphia. 1t looked like Canyon City. The miners called it Canyon City and Canyon City it is to this day. Brown, bold hills, high and barren, heaving to the clouds all around us; a high, timbered mountain for a back- ground, away to the south and east, with the graveyard and gallows look- ing squarely down upon us, whence the Shoshone Indian sometimes shet arrows at night into our one populous street, and wounded, drunken and howling miners—this, in short, is a charcoal sketch of my seat of justice, where the old man who shuffled down the hill in the twilight found me sit- ting that sultry evening. “They stole two horses,” began the bent and weary old men, as he shuf- fled up close, lifted his tattered hat in his left hand, and cluched a coiled rulze in his right. “My children!" stood up in an instant lifted my face to the gallows, and then glanced at the rope 1n his right hand; but be- fore I could speak he put up a hand in protest and went on. “No, no! I—I don’t want ‘em punished. No, no, not like that, judge; but if they’ll go back with me, Tl take 'em back, I will, and—and T'll forgive em, and—and—" The poor old man quite broke down. He puton hishatand pulled it over his eyes, as he turned aside. *“They are your children?” “Yes.” “'The law will have to—" “No,no, no! I don’t want the law. Iwant my children. Why in the world they run away I don't know. Of course, it was dull for 'em down in the settlements, and then they hearn of the mines, I 8'pose, and wanted some excitement, so they sad- dled up and rode 200 miles through the Injun country, and I after ’om. And now they won't go back. Why. one of 'em—" The old man twisted + his hat and his rope together in his two hands, and caught his breath and half stopped as he spoke here, as if there was something behind all this that he did not care to tell; but in a moment he went on. ‘‘One of 'em, the—the girl—was to have been mar- ried only last week; but they took my hosses and run away. They're up there now, in that old cabin with the roof half off. They’ve made a bed out of the saddle blankets, they've turned the hosses out on the hill, and they tell me they won't go back. They say they're going to stay and dig gold. Now, jedge, I want you for to go and_talk to ‘em. Get ‘em to go back. I'mall alone. Their mother died when they wero babies, and I brought’em up. I brought,'em up by hend, jedge. And-and, jedge, they're not bad. They only don’t want to.stay at home. They say they will dig lots of gold and bring 1t to me; that they won’t go back to the scttlements no more. Now, jedge, you come up in the dark and talk to 'em. Don't let anybody see you, for I don’t want 'em took,up for stealin.” I only want you to tell ’em to go back.” In a moment more we were climb- ing the hill toward the roofless old cabin that clung to the hillside, under the gallows and the graveyard. cannot tell to you the pity and the pathos that was in that old man's voice, a8 he had stood there in the twilight, twisting his hat and his rope together, pleading tor his runaway children. Iknew it was not the law 1 was about to try to enforce; but I thonght it was justice, and my heart waa with the old Oregonian, As we climbed higher up and out of the can- yon, and stood by the door, wo were quite away from the noise of the town. All was as still as if we had stood at the door of one of the ever- lasting homes on the hilltop. The door had long since disappeared from the deserted old cabin, I lis- tened. Not a sound. 1 stepped across the sill. Click, ciick! Two black bushy headsshot up from under a pile of blankets in a dark cor- ner, two white little hands shot out, and two bull-dog Derringers looked us in the face, as if about to bark. We went outside. Perhaps it was cooler there; for, as before observed, it was a sultry evening, I do not know why, but T began to suspect this whimnpering old man of some sort of falsehood and trickery the moment I saw those two resolute heads shoot up in the dark corner of that deserted old cabin, Then the pistols! “‘If these are your children,” 1 said, with a spice of resolution, as we reached a cool spot, about fifty yards distant, “if these are your chil- dren, the ¢ not worth your tears or your troubl You had better take your horses and return home, When they get hungry they perhaps will not be so ready to d Derringers on | their father. And if they are not| your children, I don't see what better you can do than to let them alone. 1| think we'd be them sleep. [ The old man was looking up under | the shadow of the gallows as 1 spoke, | as if trying to make out the horses that were grazing among the graves there in the darknes: He took a few steps in that divection, as if to make certain of his object, and then re- turned, Theu he melted away in the darkness, and | saw him no more, I waited paticntly. To be sand- two vieious characters, with bulldog derringers in hand, and have to wait thero for the return of a sort of An. cient Mariner, whom you begin to half suspect has only just left one of the graves, “‘for this occasion only,” is not pleasant, Pretty soon I started; and 1 got down the hill and _into the heart of that town, after 1 did start, with a haste hardly consistent with judicial dignity. The next day there was a sensation in camp. A pretty woman had come to town! The arrival of a pretty woman inany part of this earth that I have yot visited is an event that loosens every tongue; but the arrival of & pretty woman in a rude, wild mining eamp, hundreds of miles awa) in the wilderness --why, it almost too men's breath away. She had come in the night, men said. Come with hor lover—a beard- less fellow, a mere boy. They had been discovered walking down the one stroet that morning, looking euri- ously at the mines, miners, and all the strango sights of the half savage camp. Was it a love affar? Men grew bold with curiosity as the day wore by, and the two still wandered about the town or around the placer mines in the canyon. ’ She was very beautiful. A bit stout, but rosy with youth and health. They were both shy at first—the lover particularly so. And, indeed, when a half drunken miner made bold to spouk to them, the man, or rather the boy, shrunk k, blushing and embarrassed, whilo the woman, or girl, was left to do the talking, Who wero they ! Where did thoy come from? Was it a runaway match? Would he keep her long? Could that beardless boy keep that one beautiful woman all his own in this town full of tall and brawny men? These were only a few of the many questions men put to each other, as the two still wandered up and down the camp, looking curiously at all men and all things they met. Toward night they went to the butcher's and bought some meat. They next visited the German baker. Then, as the sun went down and lift- ed the gallows to awful prominence on the high brown hill, over the graveyard, the beautiful lady, with her weak and boyish lover, disappear- ed from our savsge little town, It was as if the sun and the moon and the stars had set forever on Canyon City. Men took their pipes, however, as was their custom, and sat on their doorsteps and smoked in the twilight; while the bat whirled by, and coyote called across the canyon to his shaggy mate prowling around the graveyard and the gallows. ; Suddenly looking up in that dicec- tion, I saw that the half roofless cabin had taken on a few fresh shingles, and that a smoke was curling lazily up from out the ugly, tumble-down old chimney. It all came to my mind like a flash. The pretty lady and her boy lover were the two little desperadoes I had encountered only the night before in that same old cabin, I was more curious now than ever: but I kept my own counsel. Later in the evening I went around to the ex- press oftice and waited for the arrival of the stage. From the driver I learned that fifty miles away an old man had been seen riding furiously for the settlements and driving two horses before him. Curious to know who he was, I climbed onto the box with the dusty driver, after he had emptied his stage of mail bags and passengers; and, when he had turned his lead- ers with a long, lazy swing and was drawing up at the stable, I began to pump this traditionally dig- nitied and silent master of the road. ‘It was Crittenden,” laconically an- swered the driver, as he drew up at the stable and threw the reins to his hostler. ‘‘What! Not old Crittenden that killed —" “The Crittenden that killed his man last year, and the year before, and is going to kill another this year. You see, there’s a feller been a-foolin’ with a gal of his, Runaway with her, or somethin’ worse. Whoa! Charley. Yes, I will take a cigar. Well, good- night, judge.” The boldest men and the bloodiest men, too, in all the scttlements were these Crittendens, A proud old south- ern family. Poor as could be, but so proud! Of course they were hated, and were feared, too, by the whole country. No man ever struck hands in friend- ship with this hard and unhappy fam- ily. They were half outlaws, and yet no man could lay any real dishon- orable deed at their door, save that of their dreadful ready use with deadly weapons. Even the women were feared in the scttlements, I remem- ber. And now one of them was sto- len or gone astray. And to think that this dreaded head of this clannish and most dread- ed ily had plead with me for his children only a few hours before. “*His children, indced! It was the old man’s daughter that had been atolon; not his horse,” T said to my- solf, that night, as 1 went to bed, and waited to get a good look on the mor- row at the womon who could so ad- roitly draw a derringer. I saw her; 1 saw her daily; but she refusod to make friends with any one. The two kept patching up the cabfi and it began to look as if they had come to stay. They made inquiries about the mines and seemed anxious to go to work, One day a miner met them far up in the canyon with pick, pan and ehovel. Nothing remarkable about that, except that the womau carried the heavy pick and shovel and led the way: while the man, or rather the boy, carried only the pan and fol- lowed timidly behind. Hearing this, I decided in my judicial mind that it was the old man’s boy, not his horses, or daughter cither, that had been stolen They were cvidently very poor, however, and, making little headway with the pick, they were soon out of favor with the buteher and baker. It began to be noticed that the smoke sometimes did not rise from the brok en old chimney under the shadow of llows. At such times the camp pretty clearly understood that the two lovers were supperless, A pistol was pawncd soon, T called around to the pawnshop frequently now. 1 was waiting for them to pawn the pistol. They never did it. And 80 Idid not A wiched in between a graveyard and By and by the beautiful woman, who still seemed to be growing stout, despite their hungery, began to make bold demands on both butcher and baker. The two made common caus: and refused her absolutely. All this time the lover, husband, brother, or whatever he may have been, kept timidly in the background. The two were evidently desperate, hungry, starving. There was n famous, or rather infa- mous, houso in the heart of town. kept by the Jack of Clubs. The Jack of Clubs was a short, stout, black woman, with a bullot head and a foot like ap old-fashioned coffin; and when she was mad, and stood straight up, and dug her fists in her ribs, and grew black in the face with rage, she looked like the Jack of Clubs, and that is why she was so called. One day the beautiful woman on the hill, under the shadow of the gal- lows, came down, walking very fast and alone. She looked neither to the right mer to the left, but walked straight on down to the house of tho Jack of Clubs, knocked, entered, shut the dour behind her and disappeared. The town was appalled. Itstood on its feet in silent consternation. Itre- fused to sit down while she remained inside that house. Cid Berry went up to a drinking booth in the open street, and withone eye fixed on the door of the infamous house, poured out and drank, alone and in silence, a draught that would stagger a sailor. After a while the beautiful woman came out. She, as before, seemed in great haste, and looking neither to the right nor left, but walking very fast, started on up through the town, toward the cabin on the hill. Men leered at her now. They looked at each other and winked and made faces. Cid Berry boldly crossed her path. She did not speak. She rofused to understand that he stood before her, but hastily tried to pass on around. He caught her by the shoulder and spun her about. Then, for the flrst time, her face met his, and something else met his face also; for her arm sprang up like a steel spring; and the short, ugly barrel of the derringer glistoned in the sun just under his nose. That night there was a fearful storm, and the little brook in the bed of the canyon began to take to itself the air and dignity of a river. How the rain did come down. No man sat in his cabin door that night. All took refuge in the gam- bling saloons, and even in places of less substantial character; and the one topic there was the beautiful stranger on the hill; her morals and her im morality; her reckless visit to the wretched place; and, also the discom- fiture of their bold leader, Cid Berry. The Jack of Clubs was sought and consulted. Sho was thoughtful and mysterious, ‘‘What in the world did the woman want! Was she starving? Who was she, anyhow? What was she! And, above all, who was he? And what manner of man was he, to let her come to—%" “Now, stop right there! T'll answer ye no questions. She's a woman,” “Of course, she’s a woman.” “Yes, she'’s all woman. That's just what’s the matter. Now, stop! Not a word, for I won'tanswer. The Jack o’ Clubs bets the last scad on that ere card, She's a woman and a stranger, and another stranger is a coming.” ‘“‘Anotherstranger.. From Oregon?" “‘No, Cid.” “From Idaho.” “No."” “From—from tho state: “‘No, no, Cid Berry. From—from,” the hard work let her hard voice fall soft and low; her eyes drooped down timidly for a time; then, clasping her hands, shelifted her face, and looking up, said: ‘‘From—from up there.” It was so still inside that house that the rain outside seemed beating like a hurricane. Cid Borry pushed himself back from the side of the woman, and, without knowing it, took off his hat. Sothe men went to the window, and looked out at the rain that came dash- ing down into the town. No man spoke; but one by one they melted away, and left Cid Berry standing there, thinking of the beautifal woman on the hill and the awful mystery of her sex. At last, pulling himself to- gether with great effort, looking down all the time and talking low and em- barassed to the short woman sitting there. he said: “If gold will make up for it, Jack —Mrs. Jack—it gold will make up for it, Mrs, Jack ©'Clubs, she shall have the hull mine. I'm going a prospectin’ in the mornin’, and, Jack, I'won't be back for half a year. When my mule’s tail disappears over that hill you'll find the door of my cabin wide cpen. Put her in my house. Put her in, I say; for it takes a very big house to hold a very small baby.” And, with this, the man dashed out into the driving storm, The next morning the storm was booming. Many a cabin had been washed away. The miners on the other side of the stream, under the graveyard and gallows, were com- pletely cut ot till they had thrown long, quivering logs across the swift, seething stream. And it was peril- ous enough to cr The water was, far bolow, a boiling, foaming whirl- pool, mad and wild and wicked as the wild beasts and wilder men, How all eyes were liftod to the cabin now. If that woman should come down to town now, each man would hold his hat i his hand while she passed, She did not come the next day, nor the next (perhaps she dreaded the crossing); but early on the third day she was seen to slowly descend toward the town. Men stood watching, waiting. The foot log was hidden in the depression of the stream, and when she disappeared in this, men looked eagorly for her to reappear, Pretty soon an object was scen whirled about in a sudden turn of the stream below, A white hand seen to reach out and that was all, They recovered the lifeloss body far | below, and it was buried on the hill not far from the old cabin under the lows; but whether by accident or gn she died no one could gay, Her lover was silent now as before, Silent! He was savago, And how the camp did abhor that boy now! The weak, rathless, nega tive little wrotch, to let such a woman die! No one would speak to him now. No doubt he was hungry; no doubt he was starving. The camp didn’t care; the camp, I think, was glad of it. But pretty soon the camp began to wis sec that a little circle and wall of THE OMAHA DAILY BEE: SATURDAY NOVEMBER stones was being built around the m'w' grave on the hill under the gallows Some men passing that way one night found that this work was heing done by the boy they so heartily despised This fact being noised about, helped him in the eyes of the camp a bit; but still it could never forgive him, and he was left to starve, soul and body, 80 tar a8 tho camp should carc Singnlarly enough, ina place so utterly isolated, where everbody knew overybody, there began to be frequent and reckless highway robberies on the road leading to John Day's city This little cluster of shanties was only threo milos away. It has long since disappeared from the face of the earth; but still it keeps firm place on the maps of the country, and looks as big there now a8 it over did, It soomed like a sort of joke to have highway robbers, or, at lea-t, a highway robber amongst us. Men laughed at those who got robbed. Was it not all in fun, or had the wily Shoshonee Indian alopted this plan to got a little goid dust without dig- ing it from the earthi One night, as I stood watching the monte game in the saloon, I saw a man, or rather felt a man come up to my side and Jook me steadily in th face. I did not move or seem to no tice this; but I felt my face grow red. Then I saw, or rather felt this man step back and speak in sharp, short, whispers to a companion, his com panion happened to be a friend of mine, and 80 soon as the obtrusive party went out 1 went straight up to him and asked what was the matter. The man blew a long, curling cloud ot smoke, closed his eyes and chuck: led : “It's the robber. He was robbed of his dust last night, and le says it was a little feller and a feller without abeard. Sabe?” “And he means to hint that I—TI, the judge—I'il—T'll murder him !” “Keep cool, now. You just keep cool. It's got to be somebody.. It's got to be one of us, ain’t it? Here wo are. Everybody knows everybody. No strangers up from the settlements yot. Itll all come out straight You just keep your shirt on, judge.” And, chuckling as if it was a great joke to be suspected of highway rob ery, the man sauntered up to the tabla and laid a blue chip on the ace of diamonds. Which one of us was the highway- man? It is to be admitted that our moral status was not high. Many of us had been in prison, includivg the nonored judicial head of the camp, and there is not a bit of doubt that a great many of us ought to have had a similar and even more extended expe- rience. But all that did not settle the question as to which one of us was defying the gloomy old gallows that looked down upon us, The little circle of rocks grew very slowly around the grave on the hill, for the boy was certainly not strong now. Still it was to be secn that he kept steadily on at his singular task — a task of sa2, desolate love and devo- tion. After a while the boy employed a teamster to haul him down some ever- greens from the mountains, to plant on the barren, brown hillside about the grave, inside the little circl® of stone. i The teamster, doubtful ofhia ability to pay, demanded his hire in hand. The hoy at once gave him a large nug- get of gold, and, turning away, went on up the hill to his cabin. The teamster ran to Cid Berry with the nugget. Consternation, curses, and the laughter, Berry has been robbed of this nugget only the night before. The remaining Derringer was doing its work. And do you knew we all suddenly came to like that little highwaymen of ours? He was now even a greater hero than Cid Berry, who had slain an Indian chief. Hang him? He was a hero now, a sort of Alexander. Canyon City bad a highway robber of her own and such a handsome, young and dashing Dick Turpin it was, too! All this would m, our town famous in the land. We were particularly proud of our mysterious and sentimental little robber. The nugget, however, was not re- turned, though Cid Berry proudly ro- fused to prosecute. Perhaps it was hunger that drove our hero once more and very soon to the highway, for in a short time anvther robbery was at- tempted. This time, unfortunately, our hero attacked two men who had newly come to the camp, and ho was shot dead in his tracks, When these mea told what they had done they were cursed and des- pised. A party went out in the dark- ness and brought the body into town, It was laid out on a monte-table, and the camp, now filling up with men from the settlements, came ‘pouring its people into the saloon to see the corpse. Beautiful, very beautiful was the face. The hands were so small and delicate! One of them still held the ugly little pistol. And when, on ex- amination, it was found not to be loaded, the indignation against the two men was unbounded, Suddenly a stranger, who had pushed his way through the crowd, threw up his two hands and crowd: “It's Crittenden! Yes, it is! 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