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SPIDER'S
CHAPS
BY
WOLCOTT
LE CLEAR
BEARD
tale of the
OF AGUA
CATTLE THIEVES
CALIENTE.
Copyright, 1000, by W.Le Clear Heard,
jj 9p yflrTonOO O O 0 O O QOOOOOO OO OQ OO OOOO OO OOOOOC
Tne cuttle, tired and thirsty, started
willingly enough toward onr camp by
the river, bnt they moved very slowly,
after the manner of cattle. We had onr
bands full in hurrying them, all three
of ns.
As Lee had said, it was nearly sun
rise. The cattle had hardly crossed the
low ridge when the summits of the
hills were reddened by the first beams
of the son that shot np over the level
edge of the desert. This reminded me
of° the foreman’s threat concerning
Agna Caliente and its inhabitants. I
had forgotten it until then.
“How far do yen think we are.from
the camp?" I asked Lea
"Onr camp? Ten er ’leven milea
More maybe,” he replied.
- “We c:m ’t get there in an hour,
then," I said. “Perhaps I hud better
send Spider on ahead to tell them we’re
all right."
Lee objected. He conld see no reason
why we should send any one away.
Thero were only three of ns as.it was,
and there was plenty of work to keep
ns all busy. Evidently he had notjieard
what the foreman had said, so I told
him. It did not seem to alter his opin
ion, however. Spider threw np his hat
and shouted. The hat fell beyond his
reach, bnt he picked it np without dis
mounting and 'evinced a decided in
clination to depart immediately for
Agna Caliente. I sternly restrained him.
“So tho foreman said he’d go over to
Agna Caliente for a visit, did he ? Well,
unless wo meet np with the boys as
they go. them thieves what holds forth
in the town will see anawfnilot er fnn
by two hours from now. When the fore
man says he’ll do a thing, that’s the
thing ho does every trip,” commented
Lee, grinning delightedly. “But we’re
sure to meet up with the boys—we’re
right in their track.” he added, with a
reassnring nod
The foreman was even better than his
word Hardly had Lee finished speaking
when a eland of dust that had been
rapidly moving over the desert proved
to lie the wake that followed onr men.
Except Hollis, every one of them was
there, even the Ballet Girl. He had
screwed ttko spike that decorated the
end of his artificial leg into the foot
rest of his woeden stirrup and was rid
ing straight and well, his long gray
beard blowing hack over his shoulder.
The heavy pistol that always hung in
his belt, was re-enforced by another, and
across his saddle a riile was balanced.
While the boys noisily greeted Lee
and Spider the foreman rode directly
np to me and without preamble began
to explain the suddenness of his appear
ance.
“You see, I didn’ say I wonldn’ start
off before tho time I set," said ha “I
didn’ mean ter, though, when you left,
bnt the boys they got dead anxious.
Tiler’s been a lot er them rustlers f’om
Agna Caliente hangin ronn the place,
an wo all thought you mighter stacked
up agains’ some troubla So the hoys
got kinder scared up for yon. Why,
even the Bally Gnrl, he starts ont an
gives me fits fer lettin yon go without
the lot of us hack er you. He saddles up
a horse an gets ont his gnns an swears
he’ll lead the hoys himself if I don’t
start out. He's dead game, the Bally
Gnrl is, an I tell yon these boys is a
mighty good lot er boys.”
“But I told yon particnlarly that you
weren't to attack Agna Caliente,” Baid
I reproachfully. “You weren’t going
to do that, were you?" The foreman
looked somewhat dubious.
“Dunno,” he said candidly. “The
. hoys was kinder mad, an if we hadn’t
found yon I reckon they’d ’a' give Agna
Caliente a little shake np, whether I’d
let ’em or not. Min’,” he added, with
his usual scrupulous regard for the
truth, “I didn't say I wouldn’t erlet
'em. Where’s Hollis?”
I had no idea where Hollis was; was
about to ask the same question myself.
The foreman went about among the
men, making inquiries, but no one had
seen him or apparently felt mnch trou
bled about bis absence:
“He drawed all the pay that was
a-comin to hint, didn't he?" asked one
of the men. “Well, then, he jns’ took
an skipped over to Lorena an his gang,
where he belongs; that’s all.” That
seemed to be the general opinion, and
there was a decided feeling of relief
that he was no longer with ua
The cattle moved along merrily, each
man doing his best to hurry them.
Never before had I imagined tbnt
wooden leg conld he used to advantage
in driving cattle; bnt, when wielded
by the Ballet Girl, I found that it had
a wonderfully accelerating effect
When at last we reached the camp,
was thoronghly tired ont. My ankle
and wrist ached, and there was nothing
I desired so much as rest. I started at
once for my tent, and as I did so Spider
rode up to the foreman and asked what
orders there were for the day.
“Orders? Why, yon little fool, yonr
pony can’t hardly stand on his legs, an
yon’ll tumble outer the saddle in a lit
tle more.'' replied the foreman, with
grnffness assumed to cover his approba
tion of the boy. “Go’n turn yonr pony
ont an turn yonrself in. Quick, now,
’fore I make you."
Tumbling on my cot. dressed as
was, I slept for hours. On waking I be
came conscious of the rumble of distant
thunder. The brilliant sunlight, that
usually lit the desert until it was near
ly as dazzling as snow, had disappeared,
leaving tile sand cold and gray. 1
thought that dusk had fallen. but my
aren roio me that tne middle or the
afternoon had barely passed.
“Reckon we're a-gonter have a little
weather, *’ remarked the foreman, who
met me as I came out of my tent. “Jus’
look over yander. ’’ He pointed to the
eastern horizon, where masses of dark
cloqds. veined here and there with red
lightning flashes, were piling them
selves np into the sky From the north
another storm was rising, even more
rapidly
Except the foreman and the Ballet
Girl, none of onr men were in the
camp. Some distance away the cattle,
that had been brought in the night be
fore and had failed to wander off to a
sufficient distance during the nbseuce
of the men. were gathered on the mesa,
guarded by Spider and Lee, who were
riding around them at a steady lope in
opposite directions The two thunder
clouds rose higher and higher, spread
ing around the horizon and narrowing
the strip of bine sky that still shone be
tween them
It ain't common ter have one than
derstorm ronnd here, let alone two,'
observed the foreman “The cattle feels
the thunder, too—they're gettiu oueasy
Reckon I better go'n give the hoys a
han.''
The cattle were uneasy. I could see
that from where I was standing. They
tossed their heads ami lowed and moved
here and (here among themselves It
grew dhrlnr each moment and the cat
tle became more restless Sometimes,
when cattb are in this condition, the
sound of the hnman voice will tend to
qhiet them Spider began to sing
•‘Tiler was an ol' geezer.
An lie had a- wooden log,
Bat h,i never had terbanker,
So terhack he had ter beg.
Another u!‘ geezer
Was as sly as er fox.
An he alw's had terbacker
In his ol' terbacker box.*
Spider’s voice rnng shrill and clear
over the deaert, his song measured by
the regular hoof beats of his horsa He
passed back of the herd, and only an
occasional note above the lowing and
muttering of the cattle conld one hear.
The air had been still, bnt now little
pnffs of wind began to arise, and ghost
ly little whirlwinds enreered over the
desert The strip of bine sky was re-
,1 dozen shallow horsemen charged down
on the herd.
dneed to a mere thread; the darkness
became thicker : the herd was nn indis
tinct mass, except when the lightning
showed everything in an instanlaneons
photograph. The foreman, riding at
full speed, had nearly reached the herd;
but as shown by the lightning, his
horse seemed to he standing still in nn
nngainly pose on tho desert. Then ev
erything was darker than before.
Once more Spider came to the front
of the herd. He had increased the speed
of bis horse, for in quicker time than
before his song went on:
“Jus' Stop drinkin whisky
An save up yer rocks.
Then yon'll alw's havo torbaokor
In yer ol’ terbackar”—
The two storms met. For a moment
there was blinding light, followed by a
crash that split the sky. A dozen shad
owy horsemen, that seemed to rise ont
of the ground, charged down on the
herd, shonting and waving blankets.
I saw six flashes from the foreman s.
pistol. The Ballet Girl, who was stand-
ing near me. lurched toward a rifle that
leaned againat the wheel cf the cook
The herd tosaed and anrged like boil-
ing water. Spider darted forward to
try and hold it. For a moment it hesi
tated Then, with a roar of galloping
hoofs, it broke and rushed madly away
The thieves had stampeded the cattla
The lightning gave one more vivid
flash and ceased. The crash of thunder
that followed seemed to tear open the
sky, for the’rain descended like a liquid
enrtain that concealed everything-
CHAPTER V.
DJ WHICH BEIDER RETURNS IN TRIUMPH.
I had never seen rain fall as it did
then. It seemed to come in streams. It
beat thtongb the heavy canvas of my
taut, forming a mist on the ijiside. The
continuous crash of the falling water
would have drowned the report of a
mortar.
It rained and rained and kept on rain
ing. Little brooks formed on the plain,
then came together and made larger
ones that finally tumbled over the edge
of the cliff in a series of cascades.
When an hour later the foreman^and
ripider returned to the camp, there
were no signs of a let np One by one
our disheartened cowhcjs straggled in
and repaired to my tent, where the
nearest approach to shelter was to be
found. None of them seemed particular
ly surprised when told of the disappear
ance of our cattle. They had expected
it all along, they said.
I don’t never remember seein raiu
las’so long as this aronn here," said
Lee as he tried vainly to .light a damp
match on the sole of his soaked boot in
order to ignite the wet tobacco with
which he bad filled his jiipa “Them
fellers must 'a' seen the storm comin up
an then come over a pnrpose ter stam
pede the herd Course we can't do noth
in till it lets np. an then we'll have ter
do some huntin, I reckon. This rain'll
have washed out all the tracks.'
“We'll fin' the tracks again without
much trouble," replied the foreman.
“Ther ain’t no doubt but what we got
ter do snnthin. though Question is.
what ?”
“Looks to me as though we were in
something of a scrape,’’ I observed, try
ing hard not to speak despondently.
“None so bad as what it might be,'
replied the foreman philosophically
“We got ter make a plan, that’s all.”
Wo held a disconsolate council with
tho water drumming over ns on the
strained canvas so that we had to raise
onr voices in order to make them heard.
Tho plan, when finally decided upon,
was a very simple one. That the thieves
had made a dean sweep was evident,
for none of the men who had come in
had found any cattle. They had all been
driven away. Now. to cover so much
ground in so short a time argued that
onr enemies had a force much larger
than ours—one that we could hardly
hope, unaided, to defeat. -
Therefore it was decided that ns soon
as it stopped raining some of the men
would scatter over the desert to find, if
possible, some trace of tile missing cat
tle, while we would, send a messenger
to some ranches that lay on the other
side of the river some 80 miles below
ns, with instructions to bring back all
the men that conld be mustered. Cat
tlemen ure usually ready to help each
other in cases of this kind, for no one
knows when his own torn to require
help may come. In this instance, too.
the community of cattle thieves had
long been a menace to the men on whom
we called All of them probably had
suffered from this or another raid-
The rain ceased as suddenly as it be
gan. The clouds parted and were blown
In dark shreds' across the sky. The pools
that lay in shallow depressions of the
plain were like beds of coals as tho level
rays of the setting snn reddened theip.
As we had planned, tho foreman sept
five men in different directions with
orders to search for traces of the miss
ing herd, to let ns know at once if any
were found, and to report by midnight
in any case Delighted at the prospect
of action, the men trooped out of my
tent Some of them spread their blan
kets ont to dry Others offered needless
help to the men who were preparing to
set ont. The rest. Spider among them,
lounged about the cook wagon and
“joshed” the Ballet Girl, to nse their
own phrase, because bo conld not start
his fira For some minutes the foreman
stood in the door of my tent rubbing
bis chin thoughtfully Then he called
to Spider
“Look — here, you kid,” said he
“You heard what we said 'bout aendin
down the river ter get more men. Weil.
I want you ter saddle np a fresh pony an
be ready ter start in five minutes. Hear?
The boss, here, he’ll write a note fer
you ter taka Get a wiggle on, now.”
The laugh that Spider brought with
him faded from his face. This was
business, and without a word he nodded
and strode away.
“I reckon he’s about the bes' one ter
sen',” continued the foreman, turning
to me. “He'll do what he sets ont ter
do every time Then it ain't likely
ther’s any danger down that way, an
you can’t tell what'll turn np here. It’ll
keep the kid outer mischief fer awhila ”
While the foreman was speaking I
had torn a leaf pnt of an account book
and had written the nota Suddenly I
became aware that the laughter and
talk of the men had hushed- A second
later Spider, his face working with
rage, dashed into tho tent, caught up a
rifle and vanished
“Stop!” roared the foreman, lifting
the flap that closed the tent door
Through the opening i could see that
Spider had dropped on one knee and
was taking careful aim at something
that was out of my view
“What you doin? Come here!" com
manded the foreman sternly Lowering
the rifle. Spider rose slowly to his feet,
keeping his eyes fixed on the point to
ward which he had been aiming. Run
ning to the door, l followed his gaze
with my eyes.
On a ridge of sand, half a mile away,
three men were galloping up and down,
waving their bats and firing pistols.
They were shonting, too. for the faint
echoes of their shouts reached ns.
“Look there!” cried Spider. “See
them men ? Hollis is one of 'em, an
that greaser what shot at me las' night
They’re givin us the laugh, that's what
they’re doin, 'cause we los' our cattle
au they got ’em. Are you fellers
“Come here! Hear me?” commanded
the foreman again. “Look here, young
tnan," he continued as Spider came re
luctantly forward, “it ain't good busi
ness lettin yonr mad get up so bad yon
lose yer head, not for no one what
works ronn horses an cattle. You had
orders too. ' Nobody what won't obey
orders works in my gang. Ther wasn't
no shootin called for. Besides. ” he add
ed as an afterthought, “you’d a-knowed
if yon’d had any sense that you could
not hit nothin at that range.” Spider
glanced at the foroman. and bis face
fell.
“That’s right. I los' my head clean
I know I did. I won’t do it again an.
say, I’m awfnl sorry, ’_ he said penitent
ly. Carefully lowering the hammer, he
placed the rifle, apparently as n sort of
token of surrender, in the foreman’s
hands. Then, withont another look at
me men w
on the rjdg
horsa
“The boy's got the ties' eyes of any
body in the outfit, all right enough,'
said the foreman, setting down the
rifle. “I alwns knowed that, bnt yet I
don't believe ho c’n tell .who those men-
are, not so far away as that. "
It certainly seemed impossible that
Spider conld distinguish any one at so
great a distanca I ran into the tent to
get a pair of fieldglasses, bnt when I
returned the men had disappeared.
“Jns' give one yell an then walloped
off bellin' the ridge thar as yon went
in.” said the foreman. “They was lef
behin' by the res’ er tber gang so's ter
watch ns. 1 reckon, an see what we're
a-gonter do. ”
“Well, they won't watch nothin.'
commented Lee. who had strolled np to
ns. “They're drunk an they'll get
drunker, 'specially if Hollis is there.
He's ben sober so long now tb.it he
won't stop soon once he gets started. ’
“Meekness, an sobriety an the rest of
it ain't his style enough ter hurt,”
agreed the foreman. “Bat maybe Hol
lis wasn’t there. Look a here, yon kid.'
he called as Spider rode up on the big
gest and. next to his own, the ugliest
horse I had brought from the ranch. I
forgot ter tell yen before that you're
likely ter steer np agains' a heap er
tionble one er these times if you go
shootin at men what yon don’t know,
'specially when they're so fnr off yon
can't hit ’em It ain't perlite."
So earnest was Spider that he failed
for the moment to see that the foreman
was joking
"I did know 'em—two of ’em—Hol
lis an that there greaser,” he cried.
I saw ’em 'Deed I did. Honest.”
“So?" replied' the foreman, with as
sumed gravity “Well, if that*8 the
case, jus' yon climb down offen that
ther horse an go an get yer snpper 'fore
you start''
Don't need ter. Got some grnb hero
in my cerones (saddlebags) The Bally
Girl give it to me jns' now. Mayn’t I
go?” The foreman waved his hand and
smiled. With an answering grin Spider
galloped away.
In view cf the distance that must be
traveled wo hardly expected to see
Spider again before daylight Making
allowance for delays, we hoped to get
away on the following evening. To me
the wait of 24 hours seemed a fatal
waste of time. The cattle would prob
ably he well into Mexico before that.
“Prawb'ly they will," agreed the
foreman “Then all wo got ter do is ter
get ’em outer Mexico again, that's
all." This was delightfully simple in
theory The practice. I feared, wonld
be somewhat difficult It was obviously
impossible for ns to wove, as we were
then situated. Until onr re-enforcement
should come we conld do nothing bnt
wait.
Mnch sooner than was expected, how
ever. these re-enfercements came. The
men were just finishing their snpper. In
order to guard against a possible though
nulikely attempt at surprise, oue of
their number, posted in a position from
which lie conld watch both the mesa
and the river flat, was acting as senti
nel Snddenly ho hailed the camp.
“Ther’s a gang er men an horses corq-
in np the river," ho cried- In an in
stant every man was on his feet, had
canght np his rifle and was running to
the edge of the cliff, sheltering himself
behind the rocks that fringed it Some
of the men were ordered to fall back in
order to guard us against surprise from
tho rear. They went, and then for a mo
ment there was silence cn the top of the
cliff. A bnzz of conversation from the
men below conld be plainly heard.
“Them fellers ain't greasers, any
how,” whispered the foreman.
“How do yon know?" I asked-
“Why- greasers talks high UP in their
heads, like women, er kids. These men
talks low in ther chests, like ns. Lis
ten. ”
“Belloth e camp 1 ' hailed someone
from below.
“Hello below Who ure yon ?'' roared
the foreman in return.
“From the X bar X ranch Ther’s
more of ns comin How d’yer get np
that, anyhow?”
“Waiter tninnte." called the fore
man While tho conversation was go
ing on Lee had laid down his rifle and
had been hurriedly gathering tho resin-
qns branches cf the greasewood shrub
that grew about us thickly, and bind
ing them" together with a rawhide
thong Lighting the bundle at the fire,
be ran back and threw It over the edge
of the cliff Fanned by the draft made
by its fall, the resinons wood blazed
like a firework qf some kind. The horses
of the party below shied and capered as
the glare strnck their eyes, apd there
Was some swearing among their riders.
The light showed half a score of lean,
sunburned men. heavily armed and well
mounted. Their leader, an elderly man
on a silver trimmed saddle, was at once
recognized us an old acquaintance by
the foreman
“Glad t’ see yer, Hayward, ” called
ha “Tnrn t' yer left, thar, an yon’ll
find a trail what’ll bring yer safe up.
Sorry ter sen that flare down, but we
had ter be sure yon was friends. Gome
up." Filing oyer. the rough path that
zigzagged np the cliff, the ranchers
reached the tableland.
“Mighty glad you all's come—didn’t
expec’ yon so soon, " said the foreman,
shaking hands with Hayward. “How’d
yer leave the cattle down yonr way?”
“There aren’t any cattle down onr
way—pot so mncli as a calf left,” was
the response. -“Tijis raid is the biggest
thing I ever knew. Jt has wiped out
every brand on the river anywhere
along here. The boys are ail up. We’re
the first, but the rest are coming, all
that can Seven of our men will never
stir again. ”
Gone out?” asked the foreman.
"lee; snot by tne thieves. 1 met that | • . T
bbj you sent after ns about half ah i CllAZ'I J 0 L1LN ALL bill,
he nr ago. He didn't know wliat if, ’
ma Ye of us any more than yoa did, ar,d
one .if the boys who rode out to sea> T ,,-ho
he wiYs nearly got shot for his /pains.
We m.sdethim understand 'alien' :1 while
that weiwteren’t rustlers, and./-hen ho
gave usf jnnr messaga "
"Why didn’t he come-back with
yon?” I asked. 7
■Don’t know.
1 told y.hn he might
as well, for we were all r , p an( i coming,
bnt he asked us to tell yon that he’d
return shortly, and tly be struck over
the desert, going son th. r don't know
where he was boon', f 0 r. ”
Spider’s absence, troubled me a good
deal, bnt the fate', man an( j the Ballet
Girl took it vcsf calmly indeed. There
wasn’t any on d who could hurt him.
said they, exy ^pt possibly the three men
that we had/ seen that morning, and it
was not a?, all likely that he would
meet their..
The str angers unsaddled their horses
and picketed, them, then rolled thern-
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wasn't never go liter get bach."
selves in their blankets and went to
sleep. Most of onr men followed their
exampla Assisted by Lee and the fore
man the Ballet Girl was breaking pro
visions and utensils out of the cook
wagon and arranging th-m in packs
ready to place on the horses. The wagon
was to bo left where it was for tho tima
We conld not-take it with us. It wonld
never have been able to keep np.
From time to time men came strag
gling in in knots of four or fivo or
sometimes more. None of them had
seen Spider. I asked them all.
The night was wearing on. The moon
rose, showing the forms of the sleeping
men and making the glow of our dying
fire seem redder than ever in contrast
to the silver light. The Ballet Girl had
nearly finished his preparations, and
the camp became more and more silent ■
One after another our scouts re
turned. each one reporting that he had
geon the trails of not one, but several
herds of cattle, all of them heading in
one direction with the evident pnrpose
of meeting at some point farther on.
They were bonnd eastward, too. and
not toward the sonth, whero lay the
Mexican line, as we expected they
wonld. I feared that this change of di
rection might have some dangerons sig
nificance. and. as usual, asked the fore
man about it.
“So fur as sellin the cattle goes, ther
wasn’t no nse in euttin across tho lino
right here,” said he. “They’d ’a’ had
ter pull down ter Palomas anyhow —
Palomas is the neares’ town in ol’ Mex
ico—an the way they’re goih is the
shortes’ way. It means they think
they’re strong enough to hoi’ us back if
we meet up with 'em; that’s all. But I
don't reckon they think we’ll meet np
with ’em. I’m a-gonter turn in. Won
der where that kid lias got ter?”
“There he conies now, " replied tho
cook- “Where ua top er the worl' do
you reckon he got them horses? An—
an. say. what in blazes is that thing
what he’s got on his saddle in front of
him ? I been a lookin at him fer five
minutes, bnt I can’t make it out. ”
'“Looks like he’d cut a man in. two
an was briDgin half of him home,” ob
served Lee. It did look something like
that Spider was cantering toward us,
leading three horses by their neck ropes.
Astride of his saddle there hnng an ob
ject that seemed to be a pair of short,
knobby legs, terminating in a pair of
large boots that banged the .horse’s
withers at every step. From the tops of
the legs something was sticking out.
“Them’s his chaps—the kid's chaps,'
said Lea “He's stopped np the bottoms
er the legs with them boots, held in by
the foot straps, an lie’s got ’em stuffed
full er snnthin Them things what’s
atipkin out are rifles-"
As he caught sight of us Spider
waved his hand and forced his horse to
a faster gait, which made the legs kick
wildly
■There!” he exclaimed as he rode np
to the cook wagon “I thought I wasn't
never gouter get back. Them horses,
they held back all the way Couldn't
tie 'em to the horn ’cause the line
pinched my leg. so I had ter lead ’em
They most pulled my arms out by the
roota ’’ Be dismounted while speaking
and with great deliberation proceeded
to tie the horses to a wheel of the cook
wagon. Then I saw that, besides the
boots which decorated the bottoms of
bis chaps, Spider had tied three other
pairs to the back of his saddle.
Some of the men who had not been
asleep or who were w-iked by the stir
left their blankets and gathered about
scorn
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•What’s that you got in yonr chaps
there, kid. an where’d yqn get them
boots?” inquired Lee. pider answered
never a word. Going to his horse, he
unsiuqg with some difficulty the chaps
that hnng OYer the saddla First lie
pulled forth four rifleH that stuck ont
and laid them carefully on the ground.
Then, taking the boots in bis hands, he
turned the cliqps upside down. Four
pistols tumbled out of the one
From the other there came three pistols
and a knjfe.
-“Say. where’d you get them guns an
boots an things?” qnevied the Ballet
Girl impatiently. “Answer when your
Spoke to. can’t you? Quick, now, else
tber'il be a kid somew’ers ronn here
What gets a lickin What yon been
a-doin, eh?”
Bpider arranged the pistols and knife
in an orderly row beside the rifles, then
got the boots and added them to the
collection
“Them things, ” he said. looking
aronnd at his auditors with a trium
phant grin—“them things belongs—
that is, they did belong—to’Hollis an
that greaser what was eavortiq ronn
here yestiddy an to two other men what
I don' know. They're my prisoners, all
pf 'pm. an they're back here a ways on
the desert now waitin for some ope ter
pomp for 'em
(TP 11E CONTINUED. J
T>.c Pnhlicatlomi That Are TsBUcfl In
Madhouse* and Asj-Inais Are Al
most Entirely Free From Gloom
and Melancholia.
Dotted here and there over the earth
are little colonies whose Inhabitants
are cut off from all intercourse with
the everyday world by their own
idiosyncrasies. IQach individual lives
in a world of his-or her own creation,
which, in the majority of cases, only
two outside"Interests ever succeed in
reaching—namely, the asylum doctor
and the asylum magazine.
In some eases the proof sheets are
just glanced at by the head doctor be
fore the magazine goes to press, but
they are written, printed and published
by the inmates themselves.
Although America produced the first
two lunatic journals, to Scotland be
longs the credit of having started the
first paper of this kind which lias sur
vived its infancy. In fact, the birth of
lunatic journalism took place when the
first number of The New Moon was is
sued from the Crichton Royal asylum.
Dumfries, on Dee. 3, 1S44. Since that
date the following have been success
fully launched: Tlio Morningslde Mir
ror, from the Royal Edinburgh asy
lum; Tile Excelsior, from James Mur
ray’s Royal asylum, Perth; The Fort
England Mirror, Grahamstown, South
Africa; The Murthly Magazine, from
the Perth County asylum; Under the
Dome, tile organ of Bethlehem Royal
hospital, London, and The Conglomer
ate. which belongs to the Middletown
asylum. New York.
These magazines touch the journal
istic ideal, as. being written by the
readers for their amusement, they can
not fail to bit the popular taste. We
find that those mentally deranged like
about four-ninths of tlieir reading to
tnke the form of travel and heavy
prose articles of a strictly theoretical
nature. The rest of the contents comes
in order of quantity as follows: Hu
mor. local notes, poetry, chiefly in a
light vein; special articles on local the
atricals and fiction.
The most striking feature about
these Journals is the almost total ab
sence of gloom and melancholia, and
we have it on the word of the doctor
of one of the leading asylums that this
Is not owing to such contributions be
ing tabooed. But now and again one
comes on a poem or tale drenched with
melancholia and morbid insanity. In
one of these journals appeared a story
written in the first person about a hero
—undoubtedly the writer—who had his
head twisted round the wrong way.
The consequence was he Invariably
had to walk In the opposite direction
to which he wanted to walk. This ter
rible fate haunts him right through the
story, causing him to lose friends,
money and everything else which man
holds dear and ends up by bis, lu his
own mind, murdering the girl who was
to’ save him from himself. «
According to the story, the heroine
was standing on the edge of a great
precipice. The hero is standing near.
Suddenly the heroine becomes giddy
and totters on the brink. Tlie hero
tries to dasli forward and save her,
bnt of course runs the other way. Here
comes a break in tlie narrative, which
is finished by the following sentence;
•And tlie gates of an asylum for those
mentally deranged shut the writer off
from his friends in tlie outer world.”
Apart from such tragedies as the
above, the whole of these journals are
saturated witli burner. In one we find
tho following among “Questions We
Want Answered:*’
When does tho queen of Sheba In
tend to recognize the royal rank of the
•Prince of Wales?’ Did ‘Marie Corelli’
really tweak the doctor’s nose? Why
did ‘Ranji’ throw tlie ball at ‘W.' G.’s'
head during practice at tlie nett?” Per
haps it should be explained that the
celebrities referred to above are not
those known to the public, but other
persons who claim their personalities
nnd are detained In the asylums for
that very reason.
A writer in The Fort England Mirror
gives tlie following reason for his de
tention: “1 met a young widow witli a
grown stepdaughter, and the widow
married me. Then my father. Who was
a widower, met my stepdaughter and
married her. That made my wife tlie
mother-in-law of her father-in-law and
made my stepdaughter my mother and
my father my stepson. Then my step
mother, tlie stepdaughter of my wife,
had a son. That hoy was, of course,
my brother, because be was my fa
ther's son. lie was also tlie son of my
wife's stepdaughter and therefore her
grandson. That made me grandfather
to my stepbrother. Then my wife had
a son. My mother-in-law, the step
sister of my son. is also his g-andmoth-
er, because he is her stt-psen’s child.
My father Is tlie brotlier-in-law of my
child, because his stepsister is his wife.
I am the brother of my own son. who
is also.the child of my step-grandinotli-
er. I am my mother’s brother-in-law,
my wife Is her own child’s aunt, my
son is my father’s nephew, nnd I’m
my own grandfather. And after try
ing to explain the relationship in our
family some seven times a day to our
calling friends for a fortnight, 1 was
brought here—no. came of my own
will.”
Another declares that he never found
rest from Ills mother-in-law before, and
he Intends to hoodwink tl\e doctors as
long as possible. And yet another
points out that it has always been the
fate of really great men to he ignored
or ill treated by their contemporaries,
and that is why he is now detained.
“For the thick skulls and those of lit
tle sense are jealous of my being the
first to discover that we could all live
forever if we would only walk on our
heads instead of otir feet.” — London
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