him, and proffering various uncouth but well-meant kindnesses. But from
that day his rude health and great strength seemed visibly to decline;
and when the rainy season fairly set in, and the tiny grass-blades were
beginning to peep from the rocky mound above Tennessee's grave, he took
to his bed.

One night, when the pines beside the cabin were swaying in the storm,
and trailing their slender fingers over the roof, and the roar and rush
of the swollen river were heard below, Tennessee's Partner lifted his
head from the Pillow, saying, "It is time to go for Tennessee; I must
put Jinny in the cart;" and would have risen from his bed but for the
restraint of his attendant. Struggling, he still pursued his singular
fancy: "There, now, steady, Jinny, - steady, old girl. How dark it is!
Look out for the ruts, - and look out for him, too, old gal. Sometimes,
you know, when he's blind drunk, he drops down right in the trail. Keep
on straight up to the pine on the top of the hill. Thar! I told you so!
- thar he is, - coming this way, too, - all by himself, sober, and his
face a-shining. Tennessee! Pardner!"

And so they met.



Here ends No. Three of the western classics. Being Tennessee's Partner
by Bret Harte, the introduction by William Dallam Armes. The
photogravure frontispiece by Albertine Randall Wheelan. Of this First
Edition One Thousand Copies have been issued, printed upon Fabriano
handmade paper. The typography designed by J. H. Nash. Published by Paul
Elder and Company, and done into a book for them at the Tomoye Press,
New York City, in the year Nineteen Hundred and Seven