Colonel Starbottle's Client

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Bret Harte. Colonel Starbottle's Client

COLONEL STARBOTTLE’S CLIENT

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

THE POSTMISTRESS OF LAUREL RUN

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

A NIGHT AT “HAYS.”

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

JOHNSON’S “OLD WOMAN.”

THE NEW ASSISTANT AT PINE CLEARING SCHOOL

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

IN A PIONEER RESTAURANT

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

A TREASURE OF THE GALLEON

OUT OF A PIONEER’S TRUNK

THE GHOSTS OF STUKELEY CASTLE

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It may be remembered that it was the habit of that gallant “war-horse” of the Calaveras democracy, Colonel Starbottle, at the close of a political campaign, to return to his original profession of the Law. Perhaps it could not be called a peaceful retirement. The same fiery-tongued eloquence and full-breasted chivalry which had in turns thrilled and overawed freemen at the polls were no less fervid and embattled before a jury. Yet the Colonel was counsel for two or three pastoral Ditch companies and certain bucolic corporations, and although he managed to import into the simplest question of contract more or less abuse of opposing counsel, and occasionally mingled precedents of law with antecedents of his adversary, his legal victories were seldom complicated by bloodshed. He was only once shot at by a free-handed judge, and twice assaulted by an over-sensitive litigant. Nevertheless, it was thought merely prudent, while preparing the papers in the well known case of “The Arcadian Shepherds’ Association of Tuolumne versus the Kedron Vine and Fig Tree Growers of Calaveras,” that the Colonel should seek with a shotgun the seclusion of his partner’s law office in the sylvan outskirts of Rough and Ready for that complete rest and serious preoccupation which Marysville could not afford.

It was an exceptionally hot day. The painted shingles of the plain wooden one-storied building in which the Colonel sat were warped and blistering in the direct rays of the fierce, untempered sun. The tin sign bearing the dazzling legend, “Starbottle and Bungstarter, Attorneys and Counselors,” glowed with an insufferable light; the two pine-trees still left in the clearing around the house, ineffective as shade, seemed only to have absorbed the day-long heat through every scorched and crisp twig and fibre, to radiate it again with the pungent smell of a slowly smouldering fire; the air was motionless yet vibrating in the sunlight; on distant shallows the half-dried river was flashing and intolerable.

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Corbin looked at him in dull astonishment. “Not a cent, of course; I thought I told you that. But that weren’t his fault, for he never had anything, and owed me money. In fact,” he added gloomily, “it was because I hadn’t any more to give him—havin’ sold my watch for grub—that he quo’lled with me that day, and up and called me a ‘sneakin’ Yankee hound.’ I told you he drove me hard.”

The Colonel coughed slightly and resumed his jaunty manner. “And the—er—mother was, of course, grateful and satisfied?”

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