PAGE 6
Hank’s Woman
by
“Yu’ ain’t ever been over that trail, seh? Yu’ cert’nly must see Pitchstone Canyon. But we’ll not go there with packs. And we will get off our hawsses a good ways back. For many animals feels that there’s something the matter with that place, and they act very strange about it.
“The Grand Canyon is grand, and makes yu’ feel good to look at it, and a geyser is grand and all right, too. But this hyeh Pitchstone hole, if Willomene had went down into that– well, I’ll tell yu’, that you may judge.
“She seen the trail a-drawin’ nearer and nearer the aidge, between the timber and the jumpin’-off place, and she seen how them little loose stones and the crumble stuff would slide and slide away under the hawss’s feet. She could hear the stuff rattlin’ continually from his steps, and when she turned her haid to look, she seen it goin’ down close beside her, but into what it went she could not see. Only, there was a queer steam would come up now and agayn, and her hawss trembled. So she tried to get off and walk without sayin’ nothin’ to Hank. He kep’ on ahaid, and her hawss she had pulled up started to follo’ as she was half off him, and that gave her a tumble, but there was an old crooked dead tree. It growed right out o’ the aidge. There she hung.
“Down below is a little green water tricklin’, green as the stuff that gets on brass, and tricklin’ along over soft cream-colored formation, like pie. And it ain’t so far to fall but what a man might not be too much hurt for crawlin’ out. But there ain’t no crawlin’ out o’ Pitchstone Canyon, they say. Down in there is caves that yu’ cannot see. ‘Tis them that coughs up the stream now and agayn. With the wind yu’ can smell ’em a mile away, and in the night I have been layin’ quiet and heard ’em. Not that it’s a big noise, even when a man is close up. It’s a fluffy kind of a sigh. But it sounds as if some awful thing was a-makin’ it deep down in the guts of the world. They claim there’s poison air comes out o’ the caves and lays low along the water. They claim if a bear or an elk strays in from below, and the caves sets up their coughin’, which they don’t regular every day, the animals die. I have seen it come in two seconds. And when it comes that-a-way risin’ upon yu’ with that fluffy kind of a sigh, yu’ feel mighty lonesome, seh.
“So Hank he happened to look back and see Willomene hangin’ at the aidge o’ them black rocks. And his scare made him mad. And his mad stayed with him till they come into camp. She looked around, and when she seen Hank’s tent that him and her was to sleep in she showed surprise. And he showed surprise when he see the bread she cooked.
“‘What kind of a Dutch woman are yu’,’ says he, strainin’ for a joke, ‘if yu’ can’t use a Dutch-oven?’
“‘You say to me you have a house to live in,’ says Willomene. ‘Where is that house?’
“‘I did not figure on gettin’ a woman when I left camp,’ says Hank, grinnin’, but not pleasant, ‘or I’d have hurried up with the shack I’m a buildin’.’
“He was buildin’ one. When I left Galena Creek and come away from that country to meet you, the house was finished enough for the couple to move in. I hefted her brass-nailed trunk up the hill from their tent myself, and I watched her take out her crucifix. But she would not let me help her with that. She’d not let me touch it. She’d fixed it up agaynst the wall her own self her own way. But she accepted some flowers I picked, and set them in a can front of the crucifix. Then Hank he come in, and seein’, says to me, ‘Are you one of the kind that squats before them silly dolls?’ ‘I would tell yu’, I answered him; ‘but it would not inter-est yu’.’ And I cleared out, and left him and Willomene to begin their housekeepin’.