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Lin McLean
by Owen Wister
DEDICATION
MY DEAR HARRY MERCER： When Lin McLean was only a hero in manuscript； he
received his first welcome and chastening beneath your patient roof。 By
none so much as by you has he in private been helped and affectionately
disciplined； an now you must stand godfather to him upon this public
page。
Always yours；
OWEN WISTER
Philadelphia； 1897
HOW LIN McLEAN WENT EAST
In the old days； the happy days； when Wyoming was a Territory with a
future instead of a State with a past； and the unfenced cattle grazed
upon her ranges by prosperous thousands； young Lin McLean awaked early
one morning in cow camp； and lay staring out of his blankets upon the
world。 He would be twenty…two this week。 He was the youngest cow…puncher
in camp。 But because he could break wild horses； he was earning more
dollars a month than any man there； except one。 The cook was a more
indispensable person。 None save the cook was up； so far； this morning。
Lin's brother punchers slept about him on the ground； some motionless；
some shifting their prone heads to burrow deeper from the increasing day。
The busy work of spring was over； that of the fall； or beef round…up； not
yet come。 It was mid…July； a lull for these hard…riding bachelors of the
saddle； and many unspent dollars stood to Mr。 McLean's credit on the
ranch books。
〃What's the matter with some variety？〃 muttered the boy in his blankets。
The long range of the mountains lifted clear in the air。 They slanted
from the purple folds and furrows of the pines that richly cloaked them；
upward into rock and grassy bareness until they broke remotely into
bright peaks； and filmed into the distant lavender of the north and the
south。 On their western side the streams ran into Snake or into Green
River； and so at length met the Pacific。 On this side； Wind River flowed
forth from them； descending out of the Lake of the Painted Meadows。 A
mere trout…brook it was up there at the top of the divide； with easy
riffles and stepping…stones in many places； but down here； outside the
mountains； it was become a streaming avenue； a broadening course；
impetuous between its two tall green walls of cottonwood…trees。 And so it
wound away like a vast green ribbon across the lilac…gray sage…brush and
the yellow； vanishing plains。
〃Variety； you bet！〃 young Lin repeated； aloud。
He unrolled himself from his bed； and brought from the garments that made
his pillow a few toilet articles。 He got on his long boy legs and limped
blithely to the margin。 In the mornings his slight lameness was always
more visible。 The camp was at Bull Lake Crossing； where the fork from
Bull Lake joins Wind River。 Here Lin found some convenient
shingle…stones； with dark； deepish water against them； where he plunged
his face and energetically washed； and came up with the short curly hair
shining upon his round head。 After enough looks at himself in the dark
water； and having knotted a clean； jaunty handkerchief at his throat； he
returned with his slight limp to camp； where they were just sitting at
breakfast to the rear of the cook…shelf of the wagon。
〃Bugged up to kill！〃 exclaimed one； perceiving Lin's careful dress。
〃He sure has not shaved again？〃 another inquired； with concern。
〃I ain't got my opera…glasses on；〃 answered a third。
〃He has spared that pansy…blossom mustache；〃 said a fourth。
〃My spring crop；〃 remarked young Lin； rounding on this last one； 〃has
juicier prospects than that rat…eaten catastrophe of last year's hay
which wanders out of your face。〃
〃Why； you'll soon be talking yourself into a regular man；〃 said the
other。
But the camp laugh remained on the side of young Lin till breakfast was
ended； when the ranch foreman rode into camp。
Him Lin McLean at once addressed。 〃I was wantin' to speak to you；〃 said
he。
The experienced foreman noticed the boy's holiday appearance。 〃I
understand you're tired of work；〃 he remarked。
〃Who told you？〃 asked the bewildered Lin。
The foreman touched the boy's pretty handkerchief。 〃Well； I have a way of
taking things in at a glance；〃 said he。 〃That's why I'm foreman； I
expect。 So you've had enough work？〃
〃My system's full of it；〃 replied Lin； grinning。 As the foreman stood
thinking； he added； 〃And I'd like my time。〃
Time； in the cattle idiom； meant back…pay up to date。
〃It's good we're not busy；〃 said the foreman。
〃Meanin' I'd quit all the same？〃 inquired Lin； rapidly； flushing。
〃Nonot meaning any offence。 Catch up your horse。 I want to make the
post before it gets hot。〃
The foreman had come down the river from the ranch at Meadow Creek； and
the post； his goal； was Fort Washakie。 All this part of the country
formed the Shoshone Indian Reservation； where； by permission； pastured
the herds whose owner would pay Lin his time at Washakie。 So the young
cow…puncher flung on his saddle and mounted。
〃So…long！〃 he remarked to the camp； by way of farewell。 He might never be
going to see any of them again； but the cow…punchers were not
demonstrative by habit。
〃Going to stop long at Washakie？〃 asked one。
〃Alma is not waiter…girl at the hotel now；〃 another mentioned。
〃If there's a new girl；〃 said a third； 〃kiss her one for me； and tell her
I'm handsomer than you。〃
〃I ain't a deceiver of women；〃 said Lin。
〃That's why you'll tell her；〃 replied his friend。
〃Say； Lin； why are you quittin' us so sudden； anyway？〃 asked the cook；
grieved to lose him。
〃I'm after some variety；〃 said the boy。
〃If you pick up more than you can use； just can a little of it for me！〃
shouted the cook at the departing McLean。
This was the last of camp by Bull Lake Crossing； and in the foreman's
company young Lin now took the road for his accumulated dollars。
〃So you're leaving your bedding and stuff with the outfit？〃 said the
foreman。
〃Brought my tooth…brush；〃 said Lin； showing it in the breast…pocket of
his flannel shirt。
〃Going to Denver？〃
〃Why； maybe。〃
〃Take in San Francisco？〃
〃Sounds slick。〃
〃Made any plans？〃
〃Gosh； no！〃
〃Don't want anything on your brain？〃
〃Nothin' except my hat； I guess；〃 said Lin； and broke into cheerful song：
〃'Twas a nasty baby anyhow；
And it only died to spite us；
'Twas afflicted with the cerebrow
Spinal meningitis！'〃
They wound up out of the magic valley of Wind River； through the
bastioned gullies and the gnome…like mystery of dry water…courses； upward
and up to the level of the huge sage…brush plain above。 Behind lay the
deep valley they had climbed from； mighty； expanding； its trees like
bushes； its cattle like pebbles； its opposite side towering also to the
edge of this upper plain。 There it lay； another world。 One step farther
away from its rim； and the two edges of the plain had flowed together
over it like a closing sea； covering without a sign or ripple the great
country which lay sunk beneath。
〃A man might think he'd dreamed he'd saw that place；〃 said Lin to the
foreman； and wheeled his horse to the edge again。 〃She's sure there；
though；〃 he added； gazing down。 For a moment his boy face grew
thoughtful。 〃Shucks！〃 said he then； abruptly； 〃where's any joy in money
that's comin' till it arrives？ I have most forgot the feel o' spot…cash。〃
He turned his horse away from the far…winding vision of the river； and
took a sharp jog after the foreman； who had not been waiting for him。
Thus they crossed the eighteen miles of high plain； and came down to Fort
Washakie； in the valley of Little Wind； before the day was hot。
His roll of wages once jammed in his pocket like an old handkerchief；
young Lin precipitated himself out of the post…trader's store and away on
his horse up the stream among the Shoshone tepees to an unexpected
entertainmenta wolf…dance。 He had meant to go and see what the new
waiter…girl at the hotel looked like； but put this off promptly to attend
the dance。 This hospitality the Shoshone Indians were extending to some
visiting Ute friends； and the neighborhood was assembled to watch the
ring of painted naked savages。
The post…trader looked after the galloping Lin。 〃What's he quitting his
job for？〃 he asked the foreman。
〃Same as most of 'em quit。〃
〃Nothing？〃
〃Nothing。〃
〃Been satisfactory？〃
〃Never had a boy more so。 Good…hearted； willing； a plumb dare…devil with
a horse。〃
〃And worthless；〃 suggested the post…trader。
〃Wellnot yet。 He's headed that way。〃
〃Been punching cattle long？〃
〃Came in the country about seventy…eight； I believe； and rode for the
Bordeaux Outfit most a year； and quit。 Blew in at Cheyenne till he went
broke； and worked over on to the Platte。 Rode for the C。 Y。 Outfi