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It made me mad to hear them other folks in the car criticizin’ the scenery ‘nd things. A man’s in mighty poor bizness, anyhow, to be lookin’ at scenery when there’s a woman in sight,–a woman and a baby!

Prutty soon–oh, maybe in a hour or two–the baby began to fret ‘nd worrit. Seemed to me like the little critter wuz hungry. Knowin’ that there wuz no eatin’-house this side of Bowieville, I jest called the train-boy, ‘nd says I to him: “Hev you got any victuals that will do for a baby?”

“How is oranges ‘nd bananas?” says he.

“That ought to do,” says I. “Jist do up a dozen uv your best oranges ‘nd a dozen uv your best bananas ‘nd take ’em over to that baby with my complerments.”

But before he could do it, the lady hed laid the baby on one uv her arms ‘nd hed spread a shawl over its head ‘nd over her shoulder, ‘nd all uv a suddint the baby quit worritin’ and seemed like he hed gone to sleep.

When we got to York Crossin’ I looked out’n the winder ‘nd seen some men carryin’ a long pine box up towards the baggage-car. Seein’ their hats off, I knew there wuz a dead body in the box, ‘nd I couldn’t help feelin’ sorry for the poor creetur that hed died in that lonely place uv York Crossin’; but I mought hev felt a heap sorrier for the creeters that hed to live there, for I’ll allow that York Crossin’ is a leetle the durnedest lonesomest place I ever seen.

Well, just afore the train started ag’in, who should come into the car but Bill Woodson, and he wuz lookin’ powerful tough. Bill herded cattle for me three winters, but hed moved away when he married one uv the waiter-girls at Spooner’s Hotel at Hoost’n.

“Hello, Bill,” says I; “what air you totin’ so kind uv keerful-like in your arms there?”

“Why, I’ve got the baby,” says he; ‘nd as he said it the tears come up into his eyes.

“Your own baby, Bill?” says I.

“Yes,” says he. “Nellie took sick uv the janders a fortnight ago, ‘nd–‘nd she died, ‘nd I’m takin’ her body up to Texarkany to bury. She lived there, you know, ‘nd I’m goin’ to leave the baby there with its gran’ma.”

Poor Bill! it wuz his wife that the men were carryin’ in that pine box to the baggage-car.

“Likely-lookin’baby, Bill,” says I, cheerful like. “Perfect pictur’ uv its mother; kind uv favors you round the lower part uv the face, tho’.”

I said this to make Bill feel happier. If I’d told the truth, I’d ‘ve said the baby wuz a sickly, yaller-lookin’ little thing, for so it wuz; looked haff-starved, too. Couldn’t help comparin’ it with that big, fat baby in its mother’s arms over the way.

“Bill,” says I, “here’s a ten-dollar note for the baby, ‘nd God bless you!”

“Thank ye, Mr. Goodhue,” says he, ‘nd he choked all up as he moved off with that yaller little baby in his arms. It warn’t very fur up the road he wuz goin’, ‘nd he found a seat in one uv the front cars.

But along about an hour after that back come Bill, moseyin’ through the car like he wuz huntin’ for somebody. Seemed like he wuz in trubble and wuz huntin’ for a friend.

“Anything I kin do for you, Bill?” says I, but he didn’t make no answer. All uv a suddint he sot his eyes on the prutty lady that had the fat baby sleepin’ in her arms, ‘nd he made a break for her like he wuz crazy. He took off his hat ‘nd bent down over her ‘nd said somethin’ none uv the rest uv us could hear. The lady kind uv started like she wuz frightened, ‘nd then she looked up at Bill ‘nd looked him right square in the countenance. She saw a tall, ganglin’, awkward man, with long yaller hair ‘nd frowzy beard, ‘nd she saw that he wuz tremblin’ ‘nd hed tears in his eyes. She looked down at the fat baby in her arms, ‘nd then she looked out’n the winder at the great stretch uv prairie land, ‘nd seemed like she wuz lookin’ off further ‘n the rest uv us could see. Then at last she turnt around ‘nd said, “Yes,” to Bill, ‘nd Bill went off into the front car ag’in.