"So we rode in, right cheerful"

"I was all over that Injun"




MR. SCRAGGS

INTRODUCED BY RED SAUNDERS



BY PROXY

I had met Mr. Scraggs, shaken him by the hand, and, in the shallow
sense of the word, knew him. But a man is more than clothes and a
bald head. It is also something of a trick to find out more about
him--particularly in the cow country. One needs an interpreter.
Red furnished the translation. After that, I nurtured Mr.
Scraggs's friendship, for the benefit of humanity and philosophy.
Saunders and I lay under a bit of Bad Lands, soaking in the spring
sun, and enjoying the first cigarette since breakfast. In regard
to things in general, he said:

"Now, there was the time I worked for the Ellis ranch. A ranch is
like a man: it has something that belongs to it, that don't belong
to no other ranch, same as I have just the same number of eyes and
noses and so forth that you drew on your ticket, yet you ain't me
no more'n I'm you. This was a kind of sober-minded concern; it was