I've got a pipe, but
it ain't no good without tobacco."
"That don't trouble me much, Jake," said Ben, with a smile.
"It's the next thing to a good supper, Ben," said Bradley; "but I
might as well wish for the moon."
"You needn't wish in vain for that," said Ben, pointing out the orb
of evening, with its pale-yellow light peeping over the tall
tree-tops, and irradiating the scene with its pensive shimmer.
"I can see it, but that don't help me any," said Bradley. "If I saw
a world made of tobacco up in yonder sky, it would only make me feel
worse because I couldn't get any."
"What was it you was a-wishin' for, friend?" asked an unfamiliar
voice.
Bradley sprang to his feet, and Ben followed suit.
They saw two strange figures, clad in Spanish. style, with large,
napping sombreros on their heads, who unheard, had descended the
mountains, and were now close upon them.
"Who are you?" asked Bradley doubtfully.
"Friends," was the reassuring reply. "We'll join your little party
if you have no objection. I'd invite you to take a drink if there
was any saloon handy. As there isn't, jest help yourself to this,"
and he drew out a pouch of smoking-tobacco.
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