THEYswarmeduptowardsSherburn’shouse,awhoopingandraginglikeInjuns,andeverythinghadtoclearthewayorgetrunoverandtrompedtomush,anditwasawfultosee. Childrenwasheelingitaheadofthemob,screamingandtryingtogetoutoftheway;andeverywindowalongtheroadwasfullofwomen’sheads,andtherewasniggerboysineverytree,andbucksandwencheslookingovereveryfence;andassoonasthemobwouldgetnearlytothemtheywouldbreakandskaddlebackoutofreach. Lotsofthewomenandgirlswascryingandtakingon,scaredmosttodeath. TheyswarmedupinfrontofSherburn’spalingsasthickastheycouldjamtogether,andyoucouldn’thearyourselfthinkforthenoise.Itwasalittletwenty-footyard.Somesungout“Teardownthefence!teardownthefence!” Thentherewasaracketofrippingandtearingandsmashing,anddownshegoes,andthefrontwallofthecrowdbeginstorollinlikeawave. JustthenSherburnstepsoutontotheroofofhislittlefrontporch,withadouble-barrelguninhishand,andtakeshisstand,perfectlyca’manddeliberate,notsayingaword. Theracketstopped,andthewavesuckedback. Sherburnneversaidaword–juststoodthere,lookingdown. Thestillnesswasawfulcreepyanduncomfortable. Sherburnrunhiseyeslowalongthecrowd;andwhereveritstruckthepeopletriedalittletooutgazehim,buttheycouldn’t;theydroppedtheireyesandlookedsneaky. ThenprettysoonSherburnsortoflaughed;notthepleasantkind,butthekindthatmakesyoufeellikewhenyouareeatingbreadthat’sgotsandinit. Thenhesays,slowandscornful: “TheideaofYOUlynchinganybody!It’samusing. TheideaofyouthinkingyouhadpluckenoughtolynchaMAN! Becauseyou’rebraveenoughtotarandfeatherpoorfriendlesscast-outwomenthatcomealonghere,didthatmakeyouthinkyouhadgritenoughtolayyourhandsonaMAN? Why,aMAN’Ssafeinthehandsoftenthousandofyourkind–aslongasit’sdaytimeandyou’renotbehindhim. “DoIknowyou?IknowyouclearthroughwasbornandraisedintheSouth,andI’velivedintheNorth;soIknowtheaverageallaround.Theaverageman’sacoward. IntheNorthheletsanybodywalkoverhimthatwantsto,andgoeshomeandpraysforahumblespirittobearit. IntheSouthonemanallbyhimself,hasstoppedastagefullofmeninthedaytime,androbbedthelot. Yournewspaperscallyouabravepeoplesomuchthatyouthinkyouarebraverthananyotherpeople–whereasyou’rejustASbrave,andnobraver.Whydon’tyourjurieshangmurderers? Becausethey’reafraidtheman’sfriendswillshootthemintheback,inthedark–andit’sjustwhattheyWOULDdo. “Sotheyalwaysacquit;andthenaMANgoesinthenight,withahundredmaskedcowardsathisbackandlynchestherascal. Yourmistakeis,thatyoudidn’tbringamanwithyou;that’sonemistake,andtheotheristhatyoudidn’tcomeinthedarkandfetchyourmasks. YoubroughtPARTofaman–BuckHarkness,there–andifyouhadn’thadhimtostartyou,you’datakenitoutinblowing. “Youdidn’twanttocome.Theaveragemandon’tliketroubleanddanger.YOUdon’tliketroubleanddanger. ButifonlyHALFaman–likeBuckHarkness,there–shouts‘Lynchhim!lynchhim!’ you’reafraidtobackdown–afraidyou’llbefoundouttobewhatyouare–COWARDS–andsoyouraiseayell,andhangyourselvesontothathalf-a-man’scoat-tail,andcomeraginguphere,swearingwhatbigthingsyou’regoingtodo. Thepitifulestthingoutisamob;that’swhatanarmyis–amob;theydon’tfightwithcouragethat’sborninthem,butwithcouragethat’sborrowedfromtheirmass,andfromtheirofficers. ButamobwithoutanyMANattheheadofitisBENEATHpitifulness. NowthethingforYOUtodoistodroopyourtailsandgohomeandcrawlinahole. Ifanyreallynching’sgoingtobedoneitwillbedoneinthedark,Southernfashion;andwhentheycomethey’llbringtheirmasks,andfetchaMANalong. NowLEAVE–andtakeyourhalf-a-manwithyou”–tossinghisgunupacrosshisleftarmandcockingitwhenhesaysthis. Thecrowdwashedbacksudden,andthenbrokeallapart,andwenttearingoffeverywhichway,andBuckHarknessheheeleditafterthem,lookingtolerablecheap. IcouldastayedifIwantedto,butIdidn’twantto. Iwenttothecircusandloafedaroundthebacksidetillthewatchmanwentby,andthendivedinunderthetent. Ihadmytwenty-dollargoldpieceandsomeothermoney,butIreckonedIbettersaveit,becausethereain’tnotellinghowsoonyouaregoingtoneedit,awayfromhomeandamongststrangersthatway.Youcan’tbetoocareful. Iain’topposedtospendingmoneyoncircuseswhenthereain’tnootherway,butthereain’tnouseinWASTINGitonthem. Itwasarealbullycircus.Itwasthesplendidestsightthateverwaswhentheyallcomeridingin,twoandtwo,agentlemanandlady,sidebyside,themenjustintheirdrawersandundershirts,andnoshoesnorstirrups,andrestingtheirhandsontheirthighseasyandcomfortable–theremustabeentwentyofthem–andeveryladywithalovelycomplexion,andperfectlybeautiful,andlookingjustlikeagangofrealsure-enoughqueens,anddressedinclothesthatcostmillionsofdollars,andjustlitteredwithdiamonds. Itwasapowerfulfinesight;Ineverseeanythingsolovely. Andthenonebyonetheygotupandstood,andwenta-weavingaroundtheringsogentleandwavyandgraceful,themenlookingeversotallandairyandstraight,withtheirheadsbobbingandskimmingalong,awayupthereunderthetent-roof,andeverylady’srose-leafydressflappingsoftandsilkyaroundherhips,andshelookinglikethemostloveliestparasol. Andthenfasterandfastertheywent,allofthemdancing,firstonefootoutintheairandthentheother,thehorsesleaningmoreandmore,andtheringmastergoingroundandroundthecenter-pole,crackinghiswhipandshouting“Hi!–hi!” andtheclowncrackingjokesbehindhim;andbyandbyallhandsdroppedthereins,andeveryladyputherknucklesonherhipsandeverygentlemanfoldedhisarms,andthenhowthehorsesdidleanoverandhumpthemselves! Andsooneaftertheothertheyallskippedoffintothering,andmadethesweetestbowIeversee,andthenscamperedout,andeverybodyclappedtheirhandsandwentjustaboutwild. Well,allthroughthecircustheydonethemostastonishingthings;andallthetimethatclowncarriedonsoitmostkilledthepeople. Theringmastercouldn’teversayawordtohimbuthewasbackathimquickasawinkwiththefunniestthingsabodyeversaid;andhowheeverCOULDthinkofsomanyofthem,andsosuddenandsopat,waswhatIcouldn’tnowayunderstand. Why,Icouldn’tathoughtoftheminayear. Andbyandbyadrunkmantriedtogetintothering–saidhewantedtoride;saidhecouldrideaswellasanybodythateverwas. Theyarguedandtriedtokeephimout,buthewouldn’tlisten,andthewholeshowcometoastandstill. Thenthepeoplebeguntohollerathimandmakefunofhim,andthatmadehimmad,andhebeguntoripandtear;sothatstirredupthepeople,andalotofmenbeguntopiledownoffofthebenchesandswarmtowardsthering,saying,“Knockhimdown!throwhimout!”andoneortwowomenbeguntoscream. So,then,theringmasterhemadealittlespeech,andsaidhehopedtherewouldn’tbenodisturbance,andifthemanwouldpromisehewouldn’tmakenomoretroublehewouldlethimrideifhethoughthecouldstayonthehorse. Soeverybodylaughedandsaidallright,andthemangoton. Theminutehewason,thehorsebeguntoripandtearandjumpandcavortaround,withtwocircusmenhangingontohisbridletryingtoholdhim,andthedrunkmanhangingontohisneck,andhisheelsflyingintheaireveryjump,andthewholecrowdofpeoplestandingupshoutingandlaughingtilltearsrolleddown. Andatlast,sureenough,allthecircusmencoulddo,thehorsebrokeloose,andawayhewentliketheverynation,roundandroundthering,withthatsotlayingdownonhimandhangingtohisneck,withfirstoneleghangingmosttothegroundononeside,andthent’otheroneont’otherside,andthepeoplejustcrazy. Itwarn’tfunnytome,though;Iwasallofatrembletoseehisdanger. Butprettysoonhestruggledupastraddleandgrabbedthebridle,a-reelingthiswayandthat;andthenextminutehesprungupanddroppedthebridleandstood! andthehorsea-goinglikeahouseafiretoo. Hejuststoodupthere,a-sailingaroundaseasyandcomfortableasifhewarn’teverdrunkinhislife–andthenhebeguntopulloffhisclothesandslingthem. Heshedthemsothicktheykindofcloggeduptheair,andaltogetherheshedseventeensuits. And,then,therehewas,slimandhandsome,anddressedthegaudiestandprettiestyoueversaw,andhelitintothathorsewithhiswhipandmadehimfairlyhum–andfinallyskippedoff,andmadehisbowanddancedofftothedressing-room,andeverybodyjusta-howlingwithpleasureandastonishment. Thentheringmasterheseehowhehadbeenfooled,andheWASthesickestringmasteryoueversee,Ireckon.Why,itwasoneofhisownmen! Hehadgotupthatjokealloutofhisownhead,andneverletontonobody. Well,Ifeltsheepishenoughtobetookinso,butIwouldn’tabeeninthatringmaster’splace,notforathousanddollars. Idon’tknow;theremaybebulliercircusesthanwhatthatonewas,butIneverstruckthemyet. Anyways,itwasplentygoodenoughforME;andwhereverIrunacrossit,itcanhaveallofMYcustomeverytime. Well,thatnightwehadOURshow;buttherewarn’tonlyabouttwelvepeoplethere–justenoughtopayexpenses. Andtheylaughedallthetime,andthatmadethedukemad;andeverybodyleft,anyway,beforetheshowwasover,butoneboywhichwasasleep. SothedukesaidtheseArkansawlunkheadscouldn’tcomeuptoShakespeare;whattheywantedwaslowcomedy–andmaybesomethingrutherworsethanlowcomedy,hereckoned.Hesaidhecouldsizetheirstyle. Sonextmorninghegotsomebigsheetsofwrappingpaperandsomeblackpaint,anddrawedoffsomehandbills,andstuckthemupalloverthevillage.Thebillssaid: TheWorld-RenownedTragedians OftheLondonandContinental IntheirThrillingTragedyof Thenatthebottomwasthebiggestlineofall,whichsaid: LADIESANDCHILDRENNOTADMITTED. “There,”sayshe,“ifthatlinedon’tfetchthem,Idon’tknowArkansaw!”