Just so--but see how Greer County is getting settled up--that's what's going to save us,Brick--civilization is coming to Lahoma,she won't have to go out gunning after it.Of course I've thought of that.I ain't got your grammar,but my mind don't have to wait to let in an idea after it's put its clothes on.Maybe they comes in nothing but a nightshirt,but I ain't ever knowed YOU to think of nothing yet,that I hadn't entertained in some fashion.Of course,civilization is a-creeping up to the mountain,and I reckon by the time Lahoma is my age it'll be playing an organ in church.But she's at the age that calls for quick work--she's got the rest of her life to settle down in.Most all of a person's life is spent in settling and it's befitting to lay in the foundation aforetime.Look at that dear girl in The Children of the Abbey,all them love-passages and the tears she sheds--she was being a young woman!What would that noble book of been had that lovely creature been shut up in a cove till nineteen year of age?Is Lahoma going to have a chance like that amongst these settlers?Will she ever hear that high talk,that makes your flesh sort of creep with pride in your race when you read it aloud?
Do you want Lahoma to have a lover,Brick Willock?Bill,if he is fit,I say she ought to have a chance.
And where are you going to find the man?
I'm going to help Lahoma find him.I'm like you,Bill,I hates that lover like a snake this minute,though I ain't no idea who,where,or what he is,or may be.I hates him--but I ain't going to stand in Lahoma's way.No,sir,I 'low to meet civilization half-way.There it is--look!
Willock stood erect and pointed toward the plain,where perhaps twenty tents had been pitched within the last two weeks.Bill gave an unwilling glance,shrugged his shoulders disdainfully,and resumed progress up the difficult defile.
Willock continued:Two weeks ago,there wasn't nothing there but naked sand.Now there's three saloons,a hardware store,a grocery,a bank--all of 'em under canvas--and the makings of a regular town.Right out there in the broiling sun!Carloads of lumber and machinery is on its way,and the stage-coach will be putting off mail there before long.That's how civilization is a-seeking out our little gal.But I means to meet it halfway.
Oh,come on,don't say anything more about it--when I look at those tents I can't breathe freely.What do you gamble on--a skunk.or a coyote,in the traps?
'Tain't them tents that's seeping your breath,it's pure unalloyed age.Yes,sir,I means to meet civilization half-way.I've already been prospecting.There's a party over there in Tent City that's come on from Chicago just from the lust of seeing pioneer-life at first hand,people that haven't no idee of buying or settling--it's a picnic to them.They're camping out,watching life develop--and what's life-and-death earnestness to others is just amusement to them.That there's a test of people high-up.Real folks in the big world don't do nothing,it takes all their time just being folks.You and me could bag a dozen polecats whilst a fine lady was making her finger-nails ready for the day.And these Chicago people is that kind.
Do you think they'll make friends with Lahoma just to suit you?The kind of people you're talking about are more afraid of getting to know strangers than they are of being set on by wildcats.
They'll make friends with Lahoma,all right,and invite her home with 'em.That's the way I 'low to set her out in the big world.Lahoma don't know my plans and neither do they,but I was never a man to make my plans knowed when I was going to hold up people.Of course I'M speaking in a figger,but in a figger I may say I've held up several,in my day.
THEY won't invite Lahoma to Chicago,not if they are the right sort.They will invite Lahoma to Chicago,retorted Willock firmly,and they are the right sort.Wait and see;and when you have saw,render due honor to your Uncle Brick.
