The Lost Wagon Part 20
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After three days and a few hours on the road, they came at last to Independence. Everybody except Tad chose to ride.
Joe took a little firmer grip on the reins, and he felt a growing tension that he tried to conceal. He had been born only five miles from Tenney's Crossing, and until now, never in all his life had he been more than forty miles from his birthplace. He knew Tenney's, Hammerstown, and the other settlements and he felt at home in them. But he had never been to a city. Joe smiled nervously. Maybe, if a man realized all the implications in all the decisions he made, he would decide some things differently. It was one thing to decide to go to Oregon, but quite another to go, and Joe was honestly frightened because he had to pa.s.s through a city.
He set his jaw and growled inwardly to himself. He had no quarrel with anyone in Independence. There was no reason why anyone there should quarrel with him, and whoever minded his own business usually got along all right. But he had never seen, or imagined, such imposing buildings or so many people living near each other. A little excitement stole his nervousness and he said to Emma,
"Quite a place, huh?"
Her voice was shocked, "Joe, did you see what those women were wearing?"
"Nope."
"I never heard of such a thing! I'm glad we're not going to live here!"
"Don't worry," he said gently. "We're not going to live here. The tight pants some of those men got on wouldn't last too long if they got off in the brush, huh? Don't the place smell sort of funny?"
"Yes it does. And isn't it exciting?"
"It's a real big place. Lots of houses."
"Oh yes, and--I don't know, Joe,--it makes me feel crowded."
"Is this Oregon?" Alfred wanted to know.
A high-piled heavily loaded wagon drawn by six oxen came up the street they were going down, and two women riding side saddle swerved around it. Next came a cart--Joe had never seen one just like it--driven by what must be a dandy of the town. The cart was pulled by two high-stepping perfectly matched bays and trailed by two black and white dogs of a curious breed. They looked somewhat like hounds, but they weren't hounds. Mightily Joe wished that Percy Pearl or Les Tenney was along to explain these wonders to him. Joe gasped,
"Oh my gos.h.!.+"
He was too late. The two coach dogs swerved from the cart to take Mike, one on either side. There was a shrill yelp as Mike slashed the first one, and a scream of pain as he got the second. The two dogs streaked back to their cart and the driver made a U turn that brought him up beside Joe's wagon.
"Is that your dog?" he demanded furiously.
"Now, see here. Your dogs tackled--"
"Is that your dog?" the other repeated.
Joe's anger flared. "Yes! What do you aim to do about it?"
"Give you a horsewhipping."
He took a ridiculous little whip from a socket in his cart and shook it threateningly. Joe caught up the long-lashed bull whip that he sometimes used on the mules.
"If you want to play--"
The lash snapped within an inch of the other's ear and the mules jumped nervously. With a practiced hand, Joe held them in. He faced the dandified youngster in the cart.
"Smart thing for you to do is leave me alone, stranger. Your dogs started the fight."
"You barbarians from the back country--!"
"That'll be enough too."
Without another word, the outraged young man wheeled his cart and drove on. Joe started the mules, and for a second he remained furious. Then he chuckled.
"Give me a horsewhipping, huh! He couldn't break a soft-sh.e.l.led egg with that little switch!"
Tad came alongside the wagon and looked into it, grinning and starry-eyed. "Gee, Pa, that was great! Why'nt you tease him into fightin'? You could of cleaned his clock like nothin'!"
"There'll be no fights anywhere if I can help it. Speaking of that, keep your dog on a rope while we're in Independence. It might save trouble."
"Aw, Pa--"
"You heard me." Joe tossed the youngster a length of rope. "Use this."
Joe drove on and all except Mike, who sulked under confinement or restriction and who was doubly offended now because there were plenty of dogs on the street, marveled at the sights and sounds of a bustling metropolis like Independence. There were more ox, horse, and mule teams on any one street than pa.s.sed through Tenney's Crossing in three months. Joe didn't like the place because he preferred the open country and villages, and he'd be just as happy when he got out of it. But it was interesting, and since they had to go through anyway, they might as well look. Somewhere was a ferry that would take them across the Missouri, and Independence was the last great city they'd see. Except for Salt Lake City--and the Oregon Trail did not go through there--everything between Independence and Oregon was still settlements, missions, and army and trading posts.
They pa.s.sed the houses and a row of shacks, and beyond them came to the corrals. The stock traders of Independence did a thriving business, for many of those going over the Oregon Trail came to Independence by river boat, horseback, stage, or on foot. Then they bought the wagons that were to carry their goods over the Trail, the beasts that were to pull the wagons, and in some instances goods to carry in them. Some of those who came from the east did not know how to handle stock, so that frequently it was footsore or sick by the time they arrived at Independence. Thus they had to replace their animals anyway.
However, most of the wagons started over the Oregon Trail in spring, with the first ones leaving as soon as the gra.s.s was green enough to furnish good grazing. Naturally the heaviest stock sales occurred when there were the most emigrants wanting to buy, and now some of the corrals were empty. But there were still more oxen, horses and mules than Joe had ever before seen in one place.
He halted his team abruptly as a man holding one end of a rope in his hand raced into the road. On the rope's other end was a big, dappled-gray, fighting-mad mule. Just as the man stumbled and fell, Joe handed the reins to Emma and leaped from the wagon.
The gray mule was pounding toward the fallen man when Joe came between them and seized the lead rope. Instantly the mule transferred its anger to him, and Joe dodged aside. He shortened the rope as he did so, getting closer to the gray mule. It was, he saw, as much frightened as angry and Joe spoke soothingly. At the same time, his anger rose. Some men should never handle mules, and obviously the man now picking himself up out of the road was one of them.
Bit by bit, never making a fast move and always sure of himself, Joe calmed the mule. He got his hands on the halter's check strap, and continued to utter soothing words with his mouth the while he talked with his hands too. He did not look around when the man who had been mishandling the animal said defiantly, "I quit!" and stalked off down the road. His departure seemed further to rea.s.sure the gray mule.
"Howdy, friend."
Joe turned to face a man as tall as he was, and as wide through the middle as he was tall. He had spa.r.s.e hair, shrewd eyes, a pudgy nose, and flabby lips behind which gold teeth flashed. A frayed, unlighted cigar was clutched firmly in his teeth, Joe said,
"Howdy."
"You're a mule man, huh?"
"Just wanted to keep that idiot from getting killed."
"You shouldn't have bothered; sooner or later he'll get killed anyhow.
He told me he could gentle some mules."
"He must have used a club."
"He did. You Oregon-bound?"
"Yup."
"You'll never make it this season."
"I know that."
"How about taking the job you just saw left vacant? I'll pay you well.
The Lost Wagon Part 20
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