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Vachell, Horace Annesley, 1861-1955

"Bunch Grass A Chronicle of Life on a Cattle Ranch"


"I must pull him through," he muttered.
* * * * *
When the Professor reached the bunk-house, he found three tall strong
men awaiting him. Their faces, tanned by many suns, exhibited a
curious uniformity of tint--the colour of dirty gruel.
Dan said in a voice that trembled--
"These are my friends, Jimmie Barker and Pete Holloway. They helped
open up that derned spring. They drank a plenty of the water. Jimmie,
here, couldn't git enough of it. They've the same symptoms as I hev."
Jimmie and Pete writhed.
"Pins and needles all over," said Pete.
"Went to sleep on an ants' nest onst," said Jimmie faintly. "This is a
heap worse."
"Heaven help you!" ejaculated the Professor.
"'Pears to me," said Dan solemnly, "from what you said just now, we're
in the mulligatawny."
The Professor muttered something encouraging, but he remembered the
cow.
"To bed with you," he commanded.
Within half-an-hour everyone on the ranch had heard the news. The
Professor alone remained monumentally impassive.
"All that is humanly possible shall be done," he affirmed.
"And your treatment?" said I.


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