Herbert Quick, The Red Book Magazine, Volume 5… (1905)
“ Elkins, an' I reckon some of her New York friends'll enter into conniptions to know that, in less'n a year, half the boys called her Josie—in their dreams, at least—an' some on 'em to her face; but none to her back, by a damsite! The Old Man—a lot of us called him Jim habitual—was a one-lunger when this dogy enterprise started, all mashed in body in the collapse of the boom at Lattimore ”
Herbert Quick, The Red Book Magazine, Volume 5… (1905)
“ E. breaks in with a sort o' gugglin' laugh. “Jim,” says she, “you ought to be ashamed of yourself! Mr. Driscoll,” addressin' me by my name, which never was Aconite, reely, “Mr. Driscoll, Mr. Elkins is not serious in his remarks.” “Neither'm I,” says I. “Of course not,” says she. “We fully understand that.” “Sure,” says the Old Man. “Let the lawyer take its course. Which will be assumin' possession of the ten thousand dogies; and I feel sure he'll want to leave you in charge of 'em. He's stuck on you, Aconite.” “See him in Helena fust,” says I. “But wait a minute,” says Mr. Elkins. ”
Herbert Quick, The Red Book Magazine, Volume 5… (1905)
“ An' when things got good—dogies about the size of Norman hosses, an' as fat as Suffolk pigs—the word goes out from Wolf Nose Crick to every ranch on the range, that the anti-slum crusade was off, an' J-Up-And-Down stuff was to be shipped as rounded up. ”
