Earning A Reward by Edgar Wilson Bill Nye
Those were troublous times indeed. All-wool justice in the courts
was impossible. The vigilance committee, or Salvation army, as it
called itself, didn't make much fuss about its work, but we all knew
that the best citizens belonged to it, and were in good standing.
It was in those days that young Stewart was short-handed for a
sheep-herder, and had to take up with a sullen, hairy vagrant called by
the other boys, Esau. Esau hadn't been on the ranch a week before he
made trouble with the proprietor and got from Stewart the red-hot
blessing he deserved.
Then Esau got madder and skulked away down the valley among the
little sage brush hummocks and white alkali wasteland, to nurse his
wrath. When Stewart drove into the corral that night, Esau rose up from
behind an old sheep dip-tank, and without a word except what may have
growled around in his black heart, he leveled a Spencer rifle and shot
his young employer dead.
That was the tragedy of that week only. Others had occurred before
and others would probably occur again. Tragedy was getting too
prevalent for comfort. So as soon as a quick cayuse and a boy could get
down into town, the news spread and the authorities began in the
routine manner to set the old legal mill to running. Some one had to go
down to The Tivoli and find the prosecuting attorney, then a
messenger had to go to The Alhambra for the justice of the peace. The
prosecuting attorney was full, and the judge had just drawn one card
to complete a straight flush, and had succeeded.
So it took time to get square-toed justice ready and arm the sheriff
with the proper documents.
In the meantime the Salvation army was fully half way to Clugston's
ranch. They had started out, as they said, to see that Esau didn't get
away. They were also going to see that Esau was brought into town.
What happened after they got out there I only know from hearsay, for
I was not a member of the Salvation army at that time. But I learned
from one of those present, that they found Esau down in the sage brush
on the bottoms that lie between the abrupt corner of Sheep mountain and
the Little Laramie river. They captured him but he died soon after, as
it was told me, from the effects of opium taken with suicidal intent. I
remember seeing Esau the next morning, and I thought I noticed signs of
ropium, as there was a purple streak around the neck of the deceased,
together with other external phenomena not peculiar to opium.
But the grand difficulty with the Salvation army was that it didn't
want to bring Esau into town. A long, cold night ride with a person in
Esau's condition was disagreeable. Twenty miles of lonely road with a
deceased murderer in the bottom of the wagon is depressing. Those of my
readers who have tried it will agree with me that it is not calculated
to promote hilarity.
[Illustration: Mr. Whatley hadn't gone more than half a mile when
he heard the wild and disappointed yells of the Salvation army
So the Salvation army stopped at Whatley's ranch to get warm, hoping
that some one would steal the remains and elope with them. They stayed
some time and managed to give away the fact that there was a reward
of $5,000 out for Esau, dead or alive. The Salvation army even went so
far as to betray a good deal of hilarity over the easy way it had
nailed the reward or would as soon as said remains were delivered up
Mr. Whatley thought that the Salvation army was having a kind of
walk away, so he slipped out at the back door of the ranch, put Esau
into his own wagon and drove off to town. Remember, this is the way it
was told to me.
Mr. Whatley hadn't gone more than half a mile when he heard the wild
and disappointed yells of the Salvation army. He put the buckskin on
the back of his horse without mercy, urged on by the enraged shouts and
yells of his infuriated pursuers. He reached town about midnight, and
his pursuers disappeared. But what was he to do with Esau?
He drove around all over town trying to find the official who signed
for the deceased. He went from house to house like a vegetable vender,
seeking sadly for the party who would give him a $5,000 check for Esau.
Nothing could be more depressing than to wake up one man after another
out of a sound sleep, and invite him to come out to the buggy and
identify the remains. One man went out and looked at him. He said he
didn't know how others felt about it, but he allowed that anybody who
would pay $5,000 for such a remains as Esau's could not have very good
Gradually it crept through Mr. Whatley's wool that the Salvation
army had been working him, so he left Esau at the engine house and went
home. On his ranch he nailed up a large board, on which had been
painted in antique characters, with a paddle and tar, the following:
[finger right] Vigilance Committees, Salvation Armies,
Morgues, or young physicians who may have deceased people on
hands, are requested to refrain from conferring them on to the
[finger right] People who contemplate shuffling off their
own or other people's mortal coils will please not do so on
[finger right] The Salvation Army of the Rocky Mountains
is especially hereby warned to keep off the Grass! JAMES