There had to be a king and queen, of course.
The king was a terrible old man who wore six-shooters and spurs, and shouted in such a tremendous voice that the rattlers on the prairie (牧场) would run into their holes under the prickly pear.
Before there was a royal family they called the man "Whispering Ben."
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When he came to own 50,000 acres of land and more cattle than he could count, they called him O'Donnell "the Cattle King."
The queen had been a Mexican girl from Laredo (美国得克萨斯州南端的城市).
She made a good, mild, Colorado-claro wife, and even succeeded in teaching Ben to modify (降低) his voice sufficiently while in the house to keep the dishes from being broken.
When Ben got to be king she would sit on the gallery of Espinosa Ranch (牧场) and weave rush mats.
When wealth became so irresistible and oppressive that upholstered chairs and a centre table were brought down from San Antone in the wagons, she bowed her smooth, dark head, and shared the fate of the Danae. {2}
To avoid lese-majeste (冒犯君主罪) you have been presented first to the king and queen.
They do not enter the story, which might be called "The Chronicle of the Princess, the Happy Thought, and the Lion that Bungled his Job." {3}
Josefa O'Donnell was the surviving daughter, the princess.
From her mother she inherited (继承) warmth of nature and a dusky, semi-tropic beauty.
From Ben O'Donnell the royal she acquired a store of intrepidity (无畏), common sense, and the faculty of ruling.
The combination was one worth going miles to see.
Josefa while riding her pony (马) at a gallop could put five out of six bullets through a tomato-can swinging at the end of a string.
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She could play for hours with a white kitten she owned, dressing it in all manner of absurd clothes.
Scorning a pencil, she could tell you out of her head what 1545 two-year-olds would bring on the hoof, at $8.50 per head.
Roughly speaking, the Espinosa Ranch is forty miles long and thirty broad--but mostly leased land.
Josefa, on her pony, had prospected over every mile of it. Every cow-puncher (牛仔) on the range knew her by sight and was a loyal vassal.
Ripley Givens, foreman (领班) of one of the Espinosa outfits, saw her one day, and made up his mind to form a royal matrimonial alliance (联姻).
Presumptuous? No. In those days in the Nueces country a man was a man.
And, after all, the title of cattle king does not presuppose blood royalty.
Often it only signifies that its owner wears the crown in token of his magnificent qualities in the art of cattle stealing.
One day Ripley Givens rode over to the Double Elm Ranch to inquire about a bunch of strayed yearlings.
He was late in setting out on his return trip, and it was sundown when he struck the White Horse Crossing of the Nueces.
From there to his own camp it was sixteen miles. To the Espinosa ranch it was twelve. Givens was tired. He decided to pass the night at the Crossing.
There was a fine water hole in the river-bed. The banks were thickly covered with great trees, undergrown with brush.
Back from the water hole fifty yards was a stretch of curly mesquite grass--supper for his horse and bed for himself.
Givens staked (系…于桩上) his horse, and spread out his saddle blankets to dry.
He sat down with his back against a tree and rolled a cigarette.
From somewhere in the dense timber along the river came a sudden, rageful, shivering wail.
The pony danced at the end of his rope and blew a whistling snort of comprehending fear.
Givens puffed at his cigarette, but he reached leisurely for his pistol-belt, which lay on the grass, and twirled the cylinder of his weapon tentatively (尝试地).
A great gar ((鱼类)雀鳝) plunged with a loud splash into the water hole. A little brown rabbit skipped around a bunch of catclaw and sat twitching his whiskers and looking humorously at Givens.
The pony went on eating grass.
It is well to be reasonably watchful when a Mexican lion sings soprano (女高音) along the arroyos at sundown.
The burden of his song may be that young calves and fat lambs are scarce, and that he has a carnivorous (食肉的) desire for your acquaintance.
In the grass lay an empty fruit can, cast there by some former sojourner (逗留者). Givens caught sight of it with a grunt of satisfaction.
In his coat pocket tied behind his saddle was a handful or two of ground coffee. Black coffee and cigarettes! What ranchero (牧牛人) could desire more?
In two minutes he had a little fire going clearly. He started, with his can, for the water hole.
When within fifteen yards of its edge he saw, between the bushes, a side-saddled pony with down-dropped reins (缰绳) cropping grass a little distance to his left.
Just rising from her hands and knees on the brink of the water hole was Josefa O'Donnell.
She had been drinking water, and she brushed the sand from the palms (手掌) of her hands.
Ten yards away, to her right, half concealed (隐藏) by a clump of sacuista, Givens saw the crouching form of the Mexican lion.
His amber (琥珀色的) eyeballs glared hungrily; six feet from them was the tip of the tail stretched straight, like a pointer's.
His hind-quarters rocked with the motion of the cat tribe preliminary to leaping.
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Givens did what he could. His six-shooter was thirty-five yards away lying on the grass.
He gave a loud yell, and dashed between the lion and the princess.
The "rucus," as Givens called it afterward, was brief and somewhat confused (混乱的).
When he arrived on the line of attack he saw a dim streak in the air, and heard a couple of faint cracks (枪声).
Then a hundred pounds of Mexican lion plumped down upon his head and flattened him, with a heavy jar, to the ground.
He remembered calling out: "Let up, now--no fair gouging!" and then he crawled from under the lion like a worm, with his mouth full of grass and dirt, and a big lump (肿块) on the back of his head where it had struck the root of a water-elm.
The lion lay motionless.
Givens, feeling aggrieved (愤愤不平的), and suspicious of fouls, shook his fist at the lion, and shouted: "I'll rastle you again for twenty--" and then he got back to himself.