I do not think that we ever knew his real name. Our ignorance of it certainly never gave us any social inconvenience, for at Sandy Bar in 1854 most men were christened anew. Sometimes these appellatives were derived from some distinctiveness of dress, as in the case of Dungaree Jack, or from some peculiarity of habit, as shown in Saleratus Bill, so called from an undue proportion of that chemical in his daily bread; or from some unlucky slip, as exhibited in The Iron Pirate, a mild, inoffensive man, who earned that baleful title by his unfortunate mispronunciation of the term iron pyrites. Perhaps this may have been the beginning of a rude heraldry; but I am constrained to think that it was because a mans real name in that day rested solely upon his own unsupported statement.
Call yourself Clifford, do you? said Boston, addressing a timid new-comer with infinite scorn; hell is full of such Cliffords! He then introduced the unfortunate man, whose name happened to be really Clifford, as Jay-bird Charleyan unhallowed inspiration of the moment that clung to him ever after.
But to return to Tennessees Partner, whom we never knew by any other than this relative title; that he had ever existed as a separate and distinct individuality we only learned later. It seems that in 1853 he left Poker Flat to go to San Francisco, ostensibly to procure a wife. He never got any farther than Stockton. At that place he was attracted by a young person who waited upon the table at the hotel where he took his meals. One morning he said something to her which caused her to smile not unkindly, somewhat coquettishly to break a plate of toast over his upturned, serious, simple face, and to retreat to the kitchen. He followed her and emerged a few moments later, covered with more toast and victory. That day week they were married by a Justice of the Peace and returned to Poker Flat. I am aware that something more might be made of this episode, but I prefer to tell it as it was current at Sandy Barin the gulches and bar-roomswhere all sentiment was modified by a strong sense of humour.
Of their married felicity but little is known, perhaps for the reason that Tennessee, then living with his partner, one day took occasion to say something to the bride on his own account, at which, it is said, she smiled not unkindly and chastely retreatedthis time as far as Marysville, where Tennessee followed her, and where they went to housekeeping without the aid of a Justice of the Peace. Tennessees Partner took the loss of his wife simply and seriously, as was his fashion. But to everybodys surprise, when Tennessee one day returned from Marysville, without his partners wifeshe having smiled and retreated with somebody elseTennessees Partner was the first man to shake his hand and greet him with affection. The boys who had gathered in the cañon to see the shooting were naturally indignant. Their indignation might have found vent in sarcasm, but for a certain look in Tennessees Partners eye that indicated a lack of humerous appreciation. In fact, he was a grave man, with a steady application to practical detail which was unpleasant in a difficulty.
Meanwhile a popular feeling against Tennessee had grown up on the Bar. He was known to be a gambler; he was suspected to be a thief. In these suspicions Tennessees Partner was equally compromised; his continued intimacy with Tennessee after the affair above quoted could only be accounted for on the hypothesis of a co-partnership of crime. At last Tennessees guilt became flagrant. One day he overtook a stranger on his way to Red Dog. The stranger afterwards related that Tennessee beguiled the time with interesting anecdote and reminiscence, but illogically concluded the interview in the following words:
And now, young man, Ill trouble you for your knife, your pistols, and your money. You see, your wrappings might get you into trouble at Red Dog, and your moneys a temptation to the evilly disposed. I think you said your address was San Francisco. I shall endeavour to call. It may be stated here that Tennessee had a fine flow of humour, which no business preoccupation could wholly subdue.
This exploit was his last. Red Dog and Sandy Bar made common cause against the highwayman. Tennessee was hunted in very much the same fashion as his prototype, the grizzly. As the toils closed around him he made a desperate dash through the Bar, emptying his revolver at the crowd before the Arcade Saloon, and so on up Grizzly Cañon; but at its farther extremity he was stopped by a small man on a grey horse. The men looked at each other a moment in silence. Both were fearless, both self-possessed and independent; and both types of a civilisation that in the seventeenth century would have been called heroic, but in the nineteenth simply reckless.
What have you got there? I call, said Tennessee, quietly.
Two bowers and an ace, said the stranger, as quietly, showing two revolvers and a bowie-knife.
That takes me, returned Tennessee; and with this gamblers epigram he threw away his useless pistol and rode back with his captor.
It was a warm night. The cool breeze which usually sprang up with the going down of the sun behind the chaparral-crested mountain was that evening withheld from Sandy Bar. The little cañon was stifling with heated resinous odours, and the decaying driftwood on the Bar sent forth faint, sickening exhalations. The feverishness of day, and its fierce passions, still filled the camp. Lights moved restlessly along the bank of the river, striking no answering reflection from its tawny current. Against the blackness of the pines the windows of the old loft above the express-office stood out staringly bright, and through their curtainless panes the loungers below could see the forms of those who were even then deciding the fate of Tennessee. And above all this, etched on the dark firmament, rose the Sierra, remote and passionless, crowned with remoter passionless stars.
The trial of Tennessee was conducted as fairly as was consistent with a judge and jury who felt themselves to some extent obliged to justify in their verdict the previous irregularities of arrest and indictment. The law of Sandy Bar was implacable, but not vengeful. The excitement and personal feeling of the chase were over; with Tennessee safe in their hands they were ready to listen patiently to any defence, which they were already satisfied was insufficient. There being no doubt in their own minds, they were willing to give the prisoner the benefit of any that might exist. Secure in the hypothesis that he ought to be hanged, on general principles, they indulged him with more latitude of defence than his reckless hardihood seemed to ask. The Judge appeared to be more anxious than the prisoner, who, otherwise unconcerned, evidently took a grim pleasure in the responsibility he had created. I dont take any hand in this yer game, had been his invariable but good-humoured reply to all questions. The Judgewho was also his captorfor a moment vaguely regretted that he had not shot him on sight that morning, but presently dismissed this human weakness as unworthy of the judicial mind. Nevertheless, when there was a tap at the door, and it was said that Tennessees Partner was there on behalf of the prisoner, he was admitted at once without question. Perhaps the younger members of the jury, to whom the proceedings were becoming irksomely thoughtful, hailed him as a relief.
For he was not, certainly, an imposing figure. Short and stout, with a square face, sunburned into a preternatural redness, clad in a loose duck jumper, and trousers streaked and splashed with red soil, his aspect in any circumstances would have been quaint, and was now even ridiculous. As he stooped to deposit at his feet a heavy carpet bag he was carrying, it became obvious, from partially developed legends and inscriptions, that the material with which his trousers had been patched had been originally intended for a less ambitious covering. Yet he advanced with great gravity, and after having shaken the hand of each person in the room with laboured cordiality, he wiped his serious, perplexed face on a red bandanna handkerchief, a shade lighter than his complexion, laid his powerful hand upon the table to steady himself, and thus addressed the Judge:
I was passin by, he began, by way of apology, and I thought Id just step in and see how things was gittin on with Tennessee tharmy pardner. Its a hot night. I disremember any sich weather before on the Bar.
He paused a moment, but nobody volunteering any other meteorological recollection, he again had recourse to his pocket-handkerchief, and for some moments mopped his face diligently.
Have you anything to say in behalf of the prisoner? said the Judge, finally.
Thets it, said Tennessees Partner, in a tone of relief. I come yar as Tennessees pardnerknowing him nigh on four year, off and on, wet and dry, in luck and out oluck. His ways aint allers my ways, but thar aint any pints in that young man, thar aint any liveliness as hes been up to, as I dont know. And you sez to me, sez youconfidential-like, and between man and mansez you, Do you know anything in his behalf? and I sez to you, sez Iconfidential-like, as between man and manWhat should a man know of his pardner?
Is this all you have to say? asked the Judge, impatiently, feeling, perhaps, that a dangerous sympathy of humour was beginning to humanise the Court.
Thets so, continued Tennessees Partner. It aint for me to say anything agin him. And now, whats the case? Heres Tennessee wants money, wants it bad, and doesnt like to ask it of his old pardner. Well, what does Tennessee do? He lays for a stranger, and he fetches that stranger. And you lays for him, and you fetches himand the honours is easy. And I put it to you, bein a far-minded man, and to you, gentlemen, all, as far-minded men, ef this isnt so.
Prisoner, said the Judge, interrupting, have you any questions to ask this man?
No! no! continued Tennessees Partner, hastily. I play this yer hand alone. To come down to the bed-rock, its just this: Tennessee, thar, has played it pretty rough and expensive-like on a stranger, and on this yer camp. And now, whats the fair thing? Some would say more; some would say less. Heres seventeen hundred dollars in coarse gold and a watchits about all my pileand call it square! And before a hand could be raised to prevent him, he had emptied the contents of the carpet-bag upon the table.
For a moment his life was in jeopardy. One or two men sprang to their feet, several hands groped for hidden weapons, and a suggestion to throw him from the window was only overridden by a gesture from the Judge. Tennessee laughed. And apparently oblivious of the excitement, Tennessees Partner improved the opportunity to mop his face again with his handkerchief.
When order was restored, and the man was made to understand, by the use of forcible figures and rhetoric, that Tennessees offence could not be condoned by money, his face took a more serious and sanguinary hue, and those who were nearest to him noticed that his rough hand trembled slightly on the table. He hesitated a moment as he slowly returned the gold to the carpet-bag, as if he had not yet entirely caught the elevated sense of justice which swayed the tribunal, and was perplexed with the belief that he had not offered enough. Then he turned to the Judge, and saying, This yer is a lone hand, played alone, and without my pardner, he bowed to the jury, and was about to withdraw, when the Judge called him back.
If you have anything to say to Tennessee, you had better say it now.
For the first time that evening the eyes of the prisoner and his strange advocate met. Tennessee smiled, showed his white teeth, and, saying, Euchred, old man! held out his hand.
Tennesees Partner took it in his own, and saying, I just dropped in as I was passin to see how things was gittin on, let the hand passively fall, and adding that it was a warm night, again mopped his face with his handkerchief, and without another word withdrew.
The two men never again met each other alive. For the unparalleled insult of a bribe offered to Judge Lynchwho, whether bigoted, weak, or narrow, was at least incorruptiblefirmly fixed in the mind of that mythical personage any wavering determination of Tennessees fate, and at the break of day he was marched, closely guarded, to meet it at the top of Marleys Hill.
How he met it, how cool he was, how he refused to say anything, how perfect were the arrangements of the committee, were all duly reported, with the addition of a warning moral and example to all future evil-doers, in the Red Dog Clarion, by its editor, who was present, and to whose vigorous English I cheerfully refer the reader. But the beauty of that midsummer morning, the blessed amity of earth and air and sky, the awakened life of the free woods and hills, the joyous renewal and promise of Nature, and above all, the infinite serenity that thrilled through each, were not reported, as not being a part of the social lesson. And yet, when the weak and foolish deed was done, and a life, with its possibilities and responsibilities, had passed out of the misshapen thing that dangled between earth and sky, the birds sang, the flowers bloomed, the sun shone, as cheerily as before; and possibly the Red Dog Clarion was right.
Tennessees Partner was not in the group that surrounded the ominous tree. But as they turned to disperse, attention was drawn to the singular appearanceof a motionless donkey-cart halted at the side of the road. As they approached they at once recognised the venerable Jenny and the two-wheeled cart as the property of Tennessees Partnerused by him in carrying dirt from his claim; and a few paces distant the owner of the equipage himself, sitting under a buckeye-tree, wiping the perspiration from his glowing face. In answer to an inquiry, he said he had come for the body of the diseased, if it was all the same to the committee. He didnt wish to hurry anything; he could wait. He was not working that day; and when the gentlemen were done with the diseased, he would take him. Ef thar is any present, he added, in his simple, serious way, as would care to jine in the funl, they kin come. Perhaps it was from a sense of humour, which I have already intimated was a feature of Sandy Barperhaps it was from something even better than that; but two-thirds of the loungers accepted the invitation at once.
It was noon when the body of Tennessee was delivered into the hands of his partner. As the cart drew up to the fatal tree, we noticed that it contained a rough oblong boxapparently made from a section of sluicingand half filled with bark and the tassels of pine. The cart was further decorated with slips of willow, and made fragrant with buckeye-blossoms. When the body was deposited in the box, Tennessees Partner drew over it a piece of tarred canvas, and gravely mounting the narrow seat in front, with his feet upon the shafts, urged the little donkey forward. The equipage moved slowly on, at that decorous pace which was habitual with Jenny even under less solemn circumstances. The menhalf curiously, half jestingly, but all good-humouredlystrolled along beside the cart: some in advance, some a little in the rear of the homely catafalque. But, whether from the narrowing of the road, or some present sense of decorum, as the cart passed on the company fell to the rear in couples, keeping step, and otherwise assuming the external show of a formal procession. Jack Folinsbee, who had at the outset played a funeral march in dumb-show upon an imaginary trombone, desisted, from a lack of sympathy and appreciationnot having, perhaps, your true humourists capacity to be content with the enjoyment of his own fun.
The way led through Grizzly Cañonby this time clothed in funeral drapery and shadows. The redwoods, burying their moccasined feet in the red soil, stood in Indian file along the track, trailing an uncouth benediction from their bending boughs upon the passing bier. A hare, surprised into helpless inactivity, sat upright and pulsating in the ferns by the roadside as the cortège went by. Squirrels hastened to gain a secure outlook from higher boughs, and the blue-jays, spreading their wings, fluttered before them like outriders, until the outskirts of Sandy Bar were reached, and the solitary cabin of Tennessees Partner.
Viewed under more favourable circumstances, it would not have been a cheerful place. The unpicturesque site, the rude and unlovely outlines, the unsavoury details, which distinguish the nest-building of the California miner, were all here, with the dreariness of decay superadded. A few paces from the cabin there was a rough enclosure, which, in the brief days of Tennessees Partners matrimonial felicity, had been used as a garden, but was now overgrown with fern. As we approached it we were surprised to find that what we had taken for a recent attempt at cultivation was the broken soil about an open grave.
The cart was halted before the enclosure, and, rejecting the offers of assistance with the same air of simple self-reliance he had displayed throughout, Tennessees Partner lifted the rough coffin on his back, and deposited it, unaided, within 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 Tennessees Partner, slowly, has been running free all day, whats the natural thing for him to do? Why, to come home! And if he aint in a condition to go home, what can his best friend do? Why, bring him home! And heres 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 aint the first time that Ive packed him on my back, as you seed me now. It aint the first time that I brought him to this yer cabin when he couldnt help himself; it aint the first time that I and Jinny have waited for him on you hill, and picked him up and so fetched him home, when he couldnt speak, and didnt know me. And now that its the last time, why he paused, and rubbed the quartz gently on his sleeveyou see, its sort of rough on his pardner. And now, gentlemen, he added, abruptly, picking up his long-handled shovel, the funls over, and my thanks, and Tennessees 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 Tennessees 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 couldnt 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, Tennessees Partner was not forgotten. A secret investigation had cleared him of any complicity in Tennessees 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 Tennessees 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, Tennessees 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, Jinnysteady, old girl. How dark it is! Look out for the rutsand look out for him, too, old gal! Sometimes, you know, when hes blind drunk, he drops down right in the trail. Keep on straight up to the pine on the top of the hill. TharI told you so!thar he iscoming this way, tooall by himself, sober, and his face a-shining. Tennessee! Pardner!
And so they met.