Лучшие рождественские рассказы и стихотворения / Best Christmas Stories, Carols and Poems. О. Генри

      O. Henry

      Christmas by Injunction

      Cherokee was the civic father of Yellowhammer. Yellowhammer was a new mining town constructed mainly of canvas and undressed pine. Cherokee was a prospector. One day while his burro was eating quartz and pine burrs Cherokee turned up with his pick a nugget, weighing thirty ounces. He staked his claim and then, being a man of breadth and hospitality, sent out invitations to his friends in three States to drop in and share his luck.

      Not one of the invited guests sent regrets. They rolled in from the Gila country, from Salt River, from the Pecos, from Albuquerque and Phoenix and Santa Fe, and from the camps intervening.

      When a thousand citizens had arrived and taken up claims they named the town Yellowhammer, appointed a vigilance committee, and presented Cherokee with a watch-chain made of nuggets.

      Three hours after the presentation ceremonies Cherokee’s claim played out. He had located a pocket instead of a vein. He abandoned it and staked others one by one. Luck had kissed her hand to him. Never afterward did he turn up enough dust in Yellowhammer to pay his bar bill. But his thousand invited guests were mostly prospering, and Cherokee smiled and congratulated them.

      Yellowhammer was made up of men who took off their hats to a smiling loser; so they invited Cherokee to say what he wanted.

      ‘Me?’ said Cherokee, ‘oh, grubstakes will be about the thing. I reckon I’ll prospect along up in the Mariposas. If I strike it up there I will most certainly let you all know about the facts. I never was any hand to hold out cards on my friends.’

      In May Cherokee packed his burro and turned its thoughtful, mouse-coloured forehead to the north. Many citizens escorted him to the undefined limits of Yellowhammer and bestowed upon him shouts of commendation and farewells. Five pocket flasks without an air bubble between contents and cork were forced upon him; and he was bidden to consider Yellowhammer in perpetual commission for his bed, bacon and eggs, and hot water for shaving in the event that luck did not see fit to warm her hands by his campfire in the Mariposas.

      The name of the father of Yellowhammer was given him by the gold hunters in accordance with their popular system of nomenclature. It was not necessary for a citizen to exhibit his baptismal certificate in order to acquire a cognomen. A man’s name was his personal property. For convenience in calling him up to the bar and in designating him among other blue-shirted bipeds, a temporary appellation, title, or epithet was conferred upon him by the public. Personal peculiarities formed the source of the majority of such informal baptisms. Many were easily dubbed geographically from the regions from which they confessed to have hailed. Some announced themselves to be ‘Thompsons,’ and ‘Adamses,’ and the like, with a brazenness and loudness that cast a cloud upon their titles. A few vaingloriously and shamelessly uncovered their proper and indisputable names. This was held to be unduly arrogant, and did not win popularity. One man who said he was Chesterton L. C. Belmont, and proved it by letters, was given till sundown to leave the town. Such names as ‘Shorty,’ ‘Bow-legs,’ ‘Texas,’ ‘Lazy Bill,’ ‘Thirsty Rogers,’ ‘Limping Riley,’ ‘The Judge,’ and ‘California Ed’ were in favour. Cherokee derived his title from the fact that he claimed to have lived for a time with that tribe in the Indian Nation.

      On the twentieth day of December Baldy, the mail rider, brought Yellowhammer a piece of news.

      ‘What do I see in Albuquerque,’ said Baldy, to the patrons of the bar, ‘but Cherokee all embellished and festooned up like the Czar of Turkey, and lavishin’ money in bulk. Him and me seen the elephant and the owl, and we had specimens of this seidlitz powder wine; and Cherokee he audits all the bills, C.O.D. His pockets looked like a pool table’s after a fifteen-ball run.

      ‘Cherokee must have struck pay ore,’ remarked California Ed. ‘Well, he’s white. I’m much obliged to him for his success.’

      ‘Seems like Cherokee would ramble down to Yellowhammer and see his friends,’ said another, slightly aggrieved. ‘But that’s the way. Prosperity is the finest cure there is for lost forgetfulness.’

      ‘You wait,’ said Baldy; ‘I’m comin’ to that. Cherokee strikes a three-foot vein up in the Mariposas that assays a trip to Europe to the ton, and he closes it out to a syndicate outfit for a hundred thousand hasty dollars in cash. Then he buys himself a baby sealskin overcoat and a red sleigh, and what do you think he takes it in his head to do next?’

      ‘Chuck-a-luck,’ said Texas, whose ideas of recreation were the gamester’s.

      ‘Come and Kiss Me, Ma Honey,’ sang Shorty, who carried tintypes in his pocket and wore a red necktie while working on his claim.

      ‘Bought a saloon?’ suggested Thirsty Rogers.

      Оборочная иллюстрация: упакованные подарки (красивые коробки)

      ‘Cherokee took me to a room,’ continued Baldy, ‘and showed me. He’s got that room full of drums and dolls and skates and bags of candy and jumping-jacks and toy lambs and whistles and such infantile truck. And what do you think he’s goin’ to do with them inefficacious knick-knacks? Don’t surmise none – Cherokee told me. He’s goin’ to load ’em up in his red sleigh and – wait a minute, don’t order no drinks yet – he’s goin’ to drive down here to Yellowhammer and give the kids – the kids of this here town – the biggest Christmas tree and the biggest cryin’ doll and Little Giant Boys’ Tool Chest blowout that was ever seen west of the Cape Hatteras.’

      Two minutes of absolute silence ticked away in the wake of Baldy’s words. It was broken by the House, who, happily conceiving the moment to be ripe for extending hospitality, sent a dozen whisky glasses spinning down the bar, with the slower travelling bottle bringing up the rear.

      ‘Didn’t you tell him?’ asked the miner called Trinidad.

      ‘Well, no,’ answered Baldy, pensively; ‘I never exactly seen my way to.’

      ‘You see, Cherokee had this Christmas mess already bought and paid for; and he was all flattered up with self-esteem over his idea; and we had in a way flew the flume with that fizzy wine I speak of; so I never let on.’

      ‘I cannot refrain from a certain amount of surprise,’ said the Judge, as he hung his ivory-handled cane on the bar, ‘that our friend Cherokee should possess such an erroneous conception

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