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you fellows; ā€™tainā€™t right and ā€™tainā€™t fair for you to stay thar all the time, and never give nobody a chance; other folks has their rights as well as you.ā€

There was considerable jawing back, so I slid out, thinking maybe there was going to be trouble.  The streets was full, and everybody was excited. Everybody that seen the shooting was telling how it happened, and there was a big crowd packed around each one of these fellows, stretching their necks and listening.  One long, lanky man, with long hair and a big white fur stovepipe hat on the back of his head, and a crooked-handled cane, marked out the places on the ground where Boggs stood and where Sherburn stood, and the people following him around from one place to tā€™other and watching everything he done, and bobbing their heads to show they understood, and stooping a little and resting their hands on their thighs to watch him mark the places on the ground with his cane; and then he stood up straight and stiff where Sherburn had stood, frowning and having his hat-brim down over his eyes, and sung out, ā€œBoggs!ā€ and then fetched his cane down slow to a level, and says ā€œBang!ā€ staggered backwards, says ā€œBang!ā€ again, and fell down flat on his back. The people that had seen the thing said he done it perfect; said it was just exactly the way it all happened.  Then as much as a dozen people got out their bottles and treated him.

Well, by and by somebody said Sherburn ought to be lynched.  In about a minute everybody was saying it; so away they went, mad and yelling, and snatching down every clothes-line they come to to do the hanging with.









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CHAPTER XXII.

THEY swarmed up towards Sherburnā€™s house, a-whooping and raging like Injuns, and everything had to clear the way or get run over and tromped to mush, and it was awful to see.  Children was heeling it ahead of the mob, screaming and trying to get out of the way; and every window along the road was full of womenā€™s heads, and there was nigger boys in every tree, and bucks and wenches looking over every fence; and as soon as the mob would get nearly to them they would break and skaddle back out of reach.  Lots of the women and girls was crying and taking on, scared most to death.

They swarmed up in front of Sherburnā€™s palings as thick as they could jam together, and you couldnā€™t hear yourself think for the noise.  It was a little twenty-foot yard.  Some sung out ā€œTear down the fence! tear down the fence!ā€  Then there was a racket of ripping and tearing and smashing, and down she goes, and the front wall of the crowd begins to roll in like a wave.

Just then Sherburn steps out on to the roof of his little front porch, with a double-barrel gun in his hand, and takes his stand, perfectly caā€™m and deliberate, not saying a word.  The racket stopped, and the wave sucked back.

Sherburn never said a wordā€”just stood there, looking down.  The stillness was awful creepy and uncomfortable.  Sherburn run his eye slow along the crowd; and wherever it struck the people tried a little to out-gaze him, but they couldnā€™t; they dropped their eyes and looked sneaky. Then pretty soon Sherburn sort of laughed; not the pleasant kind, but the kind that makes you feel like when you are eating bread thatā€™s got sand in it.

Then he says, slow and scornful:

ā€œThe idea of you lynching anybody!  Itā€™s amusing.  The idea of you thinking you had pluck enough to lynch a man!  Because youā€™re brave enough to tar and feather poor friendless cast-out women that come along here, did that make you think you had grit enough to lay your hands on a man?  Why, a manā€™s safe in the hands of ten thousand of your kindā€”as long as itā€™s daytime and youā€™re not behind him.

ā€œDo I know you?  I know you clear through. I was born and raised in the South, and Iā€™ve lived in the North; so I know the average all around. The average manā€™s a coward.  In the North he lets anybody walk over him that wants to, and goes home and prays for a humble spirit to bear it. In the South one man all by himself, has stopped a stage full of men in the daytime, and robbed the lot.  Your newspapers call you a brave people so much that you think you are braver than any other peopleā€”whereas youā€™re just as brave, and no braver.  Why donā€™t your juries hang murderers?  Because theyā€™re afraid the manā€™s friends will shoot them in the back, in the darkā€”and itā€™s just what they would do.

ā€œSo they always acquit; and then a man goes in the night, with a hundred masked cowards at his back and lynches the rascal.  Your mistake is, that you didnā€™t bring a man with you; thatā€™s one mistake, and the other is that you didnā€™t come in the dark and fetch your masks.  You brought part of a manā€”Buck Harkness, thereā€”and if you hadnā€™t had him to start you, youā€™d a taken it out in blowing.

ā€œYou didnā€™t want to come.  The average man donā€™t like trouble and danger. You donā€™t like trouble and danger.  But if only half a manā€”like Buck Harkness, thereā€”shouts ā€™Lynch him! lynch him!ā€™ youā€™re afraid to back downā€”afraid youā€™ll be found out to be what you areā€”cowardsā€”and so you raise a yell, and hang yourselves on to that half-a-manā€™s coat-tail, and come raging up here, swearing what big things youā€™re going to do. The pitifulest thing out is a mob; thatā€™s what an army isā€”a mob; they donā€™t fight with courage thatā€™s born in them, but with courage thatā€™s borrowed from their mass, and from their officers.  But a mob without any man at the head of it is beneath pitifulness.  Now the thing for you to do is to droop your tails and go home and crawl in a hole.  If any real lynchingā€™s going to be done it will be done in the dark, Southern fashion; and when they come theyā€™ll bring their masks, and fetch a man along.  Now leaveā€”and take your half-a-man with youā€ā€”tossing his gun up across his left arm and cocking it when he says this.

The crowd washed back sudden, and then broke all apart, and went tearing off every which way, and Buck Harkness he heeled it after them, looking tolerable cheap.  I could a stayed if I wanted to, but I didnā€™t want to.

I went to the circus and loafed around the back side till the watchman went by, and then dived in under the tent.  I had my twenty-dollar gold piece and some other money, but I reckoned I better save it, because there ainā€™t no telling how soon you are going to need it, away from home and amongst strangers that way.  You canā€™t be too careful.  I ainā€™t opposed to spending money on circuses when there ainā€™t no other way, but there ainā€™t no use in wasting it on them.







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It was a real bully circus.  It was the splendidest sight that ever was when they all come riding in, two and two, a gentleman and lady, side by side, the men just in their drawers and undershirts, and no shoes nor stirrups, and resting their hands on their thighs easy and comfortableā€”there must a been twenty of themā€”and every lady with a lovely complexion, and perfectly beautiful, and looking just like a gang of real sure-enough queens, and dressed in clothes that cost millions of dollars, and just littered with diamonds.  It was a powerful fine sight; I never see anything so lovely.  And then one by one they got up and stood, and went a-weaving around the ring so gentle and wavy and graceful, the men looking ever so tall and airy and straight, with their heads bobbing and skimming along, away up there under the tent-roof, and every ladyā€™s rose-leafy dress flapping soft and silky around her hips, and she looking like the most loveliest parasol.

And then faster and faster they went, all of them dancing, first one foot out in the air and then the other, the horses leaning more and more, and the ringmaster going round and round the center-pole, cracking his whip and shouting ā€œHi!ā€”hi!ā€ and the clown cracking jokes behind him; and by and by all hands dropped the reins, and every lady put her knuckles on her hips and every gentleman folded his arms, and then how the horses did lean over and hump themselves!  And so one after the other they all skipped off into the ring, and made the sweetest bow I ever see, and then scampered out, and everybody clapped their hands and went just about wild.

Well, all through the circus they done the most astonishing things; and all the time that clown carried on so it most killed the people.  The ringmaster couldnā€™t ever say a word to him but he was back at him quick as a wink with the funniest things a body ever said; and how he ever could think of so many of them, and so sudden and so pat, was what I couldnā€™t noway understand. Why, I couldnā€™t a thought of them in a year. And by and by a drunk man tried to get into the ringā€”said he wanted to ride; said he could ride as well as anybody that ever was.  They argued and tried to keep him out, but he wouldnā€™t listen, and the whole show come to a standstill.  Then the people begun to holler at him and make fun of him, and that made him mad, and he begun to rip and tear; so that stirred up the people, and a lot of men begun to pile down off of the benches and swarm towards the ring, saying, ā€œKnock him down! throw him out!ā€ and one or two women begun to scream.  So, then, the ringmaster he made a little speech, and said he hoped there wouldnā€™t be no disturbance, and if the man would promise he wouldnā€™t make no more trouble he would let him ride if he thought he could stay on the horse.  So everybody laughed and said all right, and the man got on. The minute he was on, the horse begun to rip and tear and jump and cavort around, with two circus men hanging on to his bridle trying to hold him, and the drunk man hanging on to his neck, and his heels flying in the air every jump, and the whole crowd of people standing up shouting and laughing till tears rolled down.  And at last, sure enough, all the circus men could do, the horse broke loose, and away he went like the very nation, round and round the ring, with that sot laying down on him and hanging to his neck, with first one leg hanging most to the ground on one side, and then tā€™other one on tā€™other side, and the people just crazy.  It warnā€™t funny to me, though; I was all of a tremble to see his danger.  But pretty soon he struggled up astraddle and grabbed the bridle, a-reeling this way and that; and the next minute he sprung up and dropped the bridle and stood! and the horse a-going like a house afire too.  He just stood up there, a-sailing around as easy and comfortable as if he warnā€™t ever drunk in his lifeā€”and then he begun to pull off his clothes and sling them.  He shed them so thick they kind of clogged up the air, and altogether he shed seventeen suits. And, then, there he was, slim and handsome, and dressed the gaudiest and prettiest you ever saw, and he lit into that horse with his whip and made him fairly humā€”and

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