The next morning dawned fair. We were awakened by Old Blacky
kicking the side of the wagon-box with both hind-feet.
"If that man with the ever-blooming cow comes down," said
Jack, "I'll swap him Old Blacky."
Just then we heard a loud "Hello!" and, looking out, we found
the man leading a small yellow pony.
"I just 'lowed I'd come down and let you fellers make
something out of me on a hoss-trade," said the man.
"Well," answered Jack, "we're willing to swap that black
horse over there. He's a splendid animal."
"Isn't he rather much on the kick?" the man asked. "He does
kick a little," admitted Jack, "but only for exercise. He
wouldn't hurt a fly. But he is so high-lifed that he has to kick
to ease his nerves once in a while."
"Thought I seen him whaling away at your wagon," returned the
man. "Couldn't have him round my place, 'cause my house ain't
very steady, and I reckon he'd have it kicked all to flinders
inside of a week."
He talked for some time, but finally went off when he found
that Jack was not willing to part with any horse except Old
Blacky.
The road was so sandy that the rain had not made much
difference with it, and we were soon again moving on at a good
rate. We were travelling in a direction a little north of west,
and from one to half a dozen miles south of the Niobrara River.
It would have been nearer to have kept north of the river, but we
were prevented by the Sioux and Ponca Indian reservations,
through which no one was allowed to go. Our intention was to
cross to the north of the river at Grand Rapids and get into the
Keya Paha country, about which we heard a great deal, keep
Straight west, and, after crossing the river twice more, reach
Fort Niobrara and the town of Valentine, beyond which were the
Sand Hills. This route would keep us all the time from twenty to
thirty miles north of the railroad.
[Illustration: Anti-Hourse-Thieves]
We had not gone far this morning when we met two men on
horseback riding side by side. They looked like farmers, only we
noticed that each carried a big revolver in a belt and one of
them a gun. They simply said "Good-morning," and passed on. In
about half an hour we met another pair similarly mounted and
armed, and in another half-hour still two more.
"Must be a wedding somewhere, or a Sunday--school picnic,"
said Jack.
"But why do they all have the guns?" asked Ollie, innocently.
"Oh, I don't know," answered Jack. "Varmints about, I
suppose."
In a few minutes we came to a man working beside the road,
and asked him what it all meant. He looked around in a very
mysterious manner, and then half whispered the one word
"Vigilantees!" with a strong accent on each syllable.
"Oh!" said Jack, "vigilance committee."
"Correct," returned the man.
"After horse-thieves, I suppose?" went on Jack.
"Exactly," replied the man. "Stole two horses at Black Bird
last night at ten o'clock. Holt County Anti-Horse-thief
Association after 'em this morning at four. That's the way we do
business in this country!"
We drove on, and Jack said:
"What the Association wants to do is to buy Old Blacky and
put him in a pasture for bait. In the morning the members can go
out and gather up a wagon-load of disabled horse-thieves that
have tried to steal him in the night and got kicked over the
fence."
We either met or saw a dozen other men on horseback, always
in pairs; but whether or not they caught the thief we never
heard.
[Illustration: Jack Shoots a Grouse]
So far we had had very poor luck in finding game; but in the
afternoon of this day Jack shot a grouse, and we camped rather
earlier than usual, so that he might have ample time to cook it.
There were also the plums and grapes to stew. We made our camp
not far from a house, and, after a vast amount of extremely
serious labor on the part of the cook, had a very good supper.
The next day passed with but one incident worth recalling. In
the afternoon we crossed the Niobrara at Grand Rapids on a
tumbledown wooden bridge, and turned due west through the Keya
Paha country. This is so called from the Keya Paha River
(pronounced Key-a-paw), a branch of the Niobrara which comes down
out of Dakota and joins it a few miles below Grand Rapids. The
country seemed to be much the same as that through which we had
travelled, perhaps a little flatter and sandier. Just across the
river we saw the first large herd of stock, some five or six
hundred head being driven east by half a dozen cowboys.
A short distance beyond the river we came to a little
blacksmith shop beside the road. As soon as Jack saw it he said:
"We ought to stop and get the horses shod. I was looking at
the holes the calks of Old Blacky's shoes made in the wagon-box
last night, and they are shallow and irregular. He needs new
shoes to do himself justice. If this blacksmith seems like a man
of force of character, we'll see what he can do."
Jack looked at the blacksmith quizzically when we drove up,
and whispered to us, "He'll do," and we unhitched. The pony had
never been shod, and did not seem to need any artificial aids, so
we left her to graze about while the others were being attended
to.
"Just shoe the brown one first, if it doesn't make any
difference," said Jack.
"All right," answered the blacksmith, and he went to work on
this decent old nag, who slept peacefully throughout the whole
operation.
He then began On Old Blacky. He soon had shoes nailed on the
old reprobate's forward feet, and approached his rear ones. Old
Blacky had made no resistance so far, and had contented himself
with gnawing at the side of the shop and switching his tail. He
even allowed the blacksmith to take one of his hind-feet between
his knees and start to pull off the old shoe. Then he began to
struggle to free his leg. The blacksmith held on. Old Blacky saw
that the time for action had arrived, so he drew his leg, with
the foolish blacksmith still clinging to it, well up forward, and
then threw it back with all his strength. The leg did not fly
off, but the blacksmith did, and half-way across the shop. He
picked himself up, and, after looking at the horse, said:
[Illustration: Flight of the Blacksmith]
"'Pears's if that ain't a colt any more."
"No," answered Jack; "he's fifteen or sixteen."
"Old enough to know better," observed the blacksmith. "I'll
try him again."
He once more got the leg up, and again Old Blacky tried to
throw him off. But this time the man hung on. After the third
effort Blacky looked around at him with a good deal of surprise.
Then he put down the leg to which the man was still clinging, and
with the other gave him a blow which was half a kick and half a
push, which sent the man sprawling over by his anvil.
"The critter don't seem to take to it nohow, does he?" said
the blacksmith, cheerfully, as he again got up.
"He's a very peculiar horse," answered Jack. "Has violent
likes and dislikes. His likes are for food, and his dislikes for
everything else."
"I'll tackle him again, though," said the man.
But Blacky saw that he could no longer afford to temporize
with the fellow, and now began kicking fiercely with both feet in
all directions, swinging about like a warship to get the proper
range on everything in sight, and finally ending up by putting
one foot through the bellows.
"Reckon I've got to call in assistance," said the man, as he
started off. He came back with another man, who laid hold of one
of Blacky's forward legs and held it up off the floor. The
blacksmith then seized one of his hind ones and got it up. This
left the old sinner so that if he would kick he would have to
stand on one foot while he did it, and this was hardly enough for
even so bad a horse as he was. He did not wholly give up,
however, but after a great amount of struggling they at last got
him shod.
"We'll call him the Blacksmith's Pet," said Jack.
Good camping-places did not seem to be numerous, and just
after the sun had gone down we turned out beside the road near a
half-completed sod house. There was no other house in sight, and
this had apparently been abandoned early in the season, as weeds
and grass were growing on top of the walls, which were three or
four feet high. There was also a peculiar sort of well, a few of
which we had seen during the day. It consisted of four one-inch
boards nailed together and sunk into the ground. The boards were
a foot wide, thus making the inside of the shaft ten inches
square. This one was forty or fifty feet deep, but there was a
long rope and slender tin bucket beside it. The water was not
good, but there was no other to be had. Near the house Ollie
found the first cactus we had seen, which showed, if nothing else
did, that we were getting into a dry country. He took it up
carefully and stowed it away in the cabin to take back home as
evidence of his extensive travels.
For several days we had not been able to have a camp-fire,
owing to the wind and dryness of the prairie, for had we started
a prairie fire it might have done great damage.
"We don't want the Holt County Anti-Prairie Fire Society
after us," Jack had said; so we bad been using our oil-stove.
But this evening was very still, and there seemed to be no
danger in building a camp-fire within the walls of the house, and
we soon had one going with wood which we had gathered along the
river, since to have found wood enough for a camp-fire in that
neighborhood would have been as impossible as to have found a
stone or a spring of water.
We were sitting about on the sods after supper when a man
rode up on horseback, who said he was looking for some lost
stock. We asked him to have something to eat, and he accepted the
invitation, and afterwards talked a long time, and gave us much
information which we wished about the country. Somebody mentioned
the little well, and the man turned to Ollie and said:
"How would you like to slip down such a well?"
"I'm afraid I'm too big," answered Ollie. "Well, perhaps you
are; but there was a child last summer over near where I live who
wasn't too big. He was a little fellow not much over two years
old. The well was a new one, and the curb was almost even with
the top of the ground. He slipped down feet first. It was a
hundred and twenty feet deep, with fifteen feet of water at the
bottom; but he fitted pretty snug, and only went down about fifty
feet at first. His mother missed him, saw that the cover was gone
from the well, and listened. She heard his voice, faint and
smothered. There was no one else at home. She called to him not
to stir, and went to the barn, where there was a two-year-old
colt. He had never been ridden before, but he was ridden that
afternoon, and I guess he hasn't forgotten the lesson. She came
to my place first, told me, and rode away to another neighbor's.
In half an hour there were twenty men there, and soon fifty, and
before morning two hundred.
"There was no way to fish the child out-the only thing was to
dig down beside the small shaft. We could hear him faintly, and
we began to dig. We started a shaft about four feet square. The
sandy soil caved badly, but men with horses running all the way
brought out lumber from Grand Rapids for curbing.
"The child's father came too. He listened a second at the
small shaft, and then went down the other. Two men could work at
the bottom of it. One of the men was relieved every few minutes
by a fresh worker, but the father worked on, and did more than
the others, not-withstanding the changes. All of the time the
mother sat on the ground beside the small shaft with her arms
about its top. At four o'clock in the morning we were down
opposite the prisoner. He was still crying faintly. We saw that
to avoid the danger of causing him to slip farther down we must
dig below him, bore a hole in the board, and push through a bar.
But a few shovelfuls more were needed. The work jarred the shaft,
and the child slipped twenty---five feet deeper. At seven o'clock
we were down to where he was again, though we could no longer
bear him. We dug a little below, bored a bole, and the father
slipped through a pickaxe handle, and fainted away as he felt the
little one slide down again but rest on the handle. We tore off
the boards, took the baby out, and drew him and his father to the
surface. There were two doctors waiting for them, and the next
day neither was much the worse for it."
The man got on his horse and rode away. We agreed that he had
told us a good story, but the next day others assured us that it
had all happened a year before.