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Identifier: outing55newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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n. The applicant was of uncertain age;he might have been either twenty orthirty, and there was nothing particu-larly striking in his appearance. He wasnot attractive, neither was he repulsive.A student of physiognomy might havecatalogued him average. That wouldhave been very near the truth. But there was one thing about theman that caught the managers attentionand held it. This was his eyes. Theywere mere slits. They did not squintnor flicker, as they met Tuckers; theyshone with a steady, subdued, and quiz-zical light which might have meanteither indifference or defiance or slum-bering humor. My names McNamara, said thestranger quietly. An Im from Socor-ro, this Territory. Left Socorro a monthago to-day, workin up the Rio to Albu-querque. Lookin for a job. Couldntgit none in Albuquerque. It appearsthe countrys goin to the dogs. Ranchgangs all full; railroads layin off men.A swab named Tig Ear Duffy overin Las Vegas said as how I was toograceful to shoot biscuit in his hashfoundry. 558
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SIXTEEN DELIBERATELY DEEPENED THE NOTCH IN HIS BRANCH OF CHAPARRAL. He glanced over his angular legs,grinning reluctantly. I dont know what ever made himsay that, he said to the world in gen-eral. Didnt git the job though, hecontinued presently; an the boss bis-cuit shooter had a sign in the windowsayin he wanted a man. I reckon thatfellow wouldnt know a man if he seenone. You couldnt git a job nowheres? said Tucker with a quietness that toldthat he expected to drive an easy bargainwith the stranger. No; I reckon not. I wouldnt behere otherwise. Stage company mantold me folks wasnt ridin. Too dry;but not dry enough for the saloons.Burr Eggers of the Dead Eye said hewasnt sellin enough drinks to get drunkon the profits. A smile flickered on Tuckers lips. 559 560 THE OUTING MAGAZINE You took the east fork from LasVegas? No. Kept right on to Mora andlanded in Cimarron the day before yes-terday. No job. So I came on to Raton.Nothin doin. I want a job an I wantit mighty bad. If you dont ne

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