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the shallow grave. He then nailed down
the board which served as a lid, and, mounting the little mound of earth
beside it, took off his hat, and slowly mopped his face with his
handkerchief. This the crowd felt was a preliminary to speech; and they
disposed themselves variously on stumps and boulders, and sat
expectant.
"When a man," began Tennessee's Partner slowly, "has been running
free all day, what's the natural thing for him to do? Why, to come home.
And if he ain't in a condition to go home, what can his best friend do?
Why, bring him home! And here's Tennessee has been running free,
and we brings him home from his wandering." He paused, and picked
up a fragment of quartz, rubbed it thoughtfully on his sleeve, and went
on: "It ain't the first time that I've packed him on my back, as you see'd
me now. It ain't the first time that I brought him to this yer cabin when

he couldn't help himself; it ain't the first time that I and Jinny have
waited for him on yon hill, and picked him up and so fetched him home,
when he couldn't speak, and didn't know me. And now that it's the last
time, why "- he paused, and rubbed the quartz gently on his sleeve -
"you see it's sort of rough on his pardner. And now, gentlemen," he
added abruptly, picking up his long handled shovel, "the fun'l's over;
and my thanks, and Tennessee's thanks, to you for your trouble."
Resisting any proffers of assistance, he began to fill in the grave,
turning his back upon the crowd, that, after a few moments' hesitation,
gradually withdrew. As they crossed the little ridge that hid Sandy Bar
from view, some, looking back, thought they could see Tennessee's
Partner, his work done, sitting upon the grave, his shovel between his
knees, and his face buried in his red bandanna handkerchief. But it was
argued by others that you couldn't tell his face from his handkerchief at
that distance; and this point remained undecided.
In the reaction that followed the feverish excitement of that day,
Tennessee's Partner was not forgotten. A secret investigation had
cleared him of any complicity in Tennessee's guilt, and left only a
suspicion of his general sanity. Sandy Bar made a point of calling on
him, and proffering various uncouth but well-meant kindnesses. But
from that day his rude health and great strength seemed visibly to
decline; and when the rainy season fairly set in, and the tiny
grass-blades were beginning to peep from the rocky mound above
Tennessee's grave, he took to his bed.
One night, when the pines beside the cabin were swaying in the storm,
and trailing their slender fingers over the roof, and the roar and rush of
the swollen river were heard below, Tennessee's Partner lifted his head
from the Pillow, saying, "It is time to go for Tennessee; I must put
Jinny in the cart;" and would have risen from his bed but for the
restraint of his attendant. Struggling, he still pursued his singular fancy:
"There, now, steady, Jinny, - steady, old girl. How dark it is! Look out
for the ruts, - and look out for him, too, old gal. Sometimes, you know,
when he's blind drunk, he drops down right in the trail. Keep on
straight up to the pine on the top of the hill. Thar! I told you so! - thar
he is, - coming this way, too, - all by himself, sober, and his face
a-shining. Tennessee! Pardner!"
And so they met.

Here ends No. Three of the western classics. Being Tennessee's Partner
by Bret Harte, the introduction by William Dallam Armes. The
photogravure frontispiece by Albertine Randall Wheelan. Of this First
Edition One Thousand Copies have been issued, printed upon Fabriano
handmade paper. The typography designed by J. H. Nash. Published by
Paul Elder and Company, and done into a book for them at the Tomoye
Press, New York City, in the year Nineteen Hundred and Seven
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