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CABIN FEVER


By B. M. Bower





CONTENTS


CABIN FEVER


CHAPTER ONE.   THE FEVER MANIFESTS ITSELF

CHAPTER TWO.   TWO MAKE A QUARREL

CHAPTER THREE.   TEN DOLLARS AND A JOB FOR BUD

CHAPTER FOUR.   HEAD SOUTH AND KEEP GOING

CHAPTER FIVE.   BUD CANNOT PERFORM MIRACLES

CHAPTER SIX.   BUD TAKES TO THE HILLS

CHAPTER SEVEN.   INTO THE DESERT

CHAPTER EIGHT.   MANY BARREN MONTHS AND MILES

CHAPTER NINE.   THE BITE OF MEMORY

CHAPTER TEN.   EMOTIONS ARE TRICKY THINGS

CHAPTER ELEVEN.   THE FIRST STAGES

CHAPTER TWELVE.   MARIE TAKES A DESPERATE CHANCE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.   CABIN FEVER IN THE WORST FORM

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.   CASH GETS A SHOCK

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.   AND BUD NEVER GUESSED

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.   THE ANTIDOTE

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.   LOVIN CHILD WRIGGLES IN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.   THEY HAVE THEIR TROUBLES

CHAPTER NINETEEN.   BUD FACES FACTS

CHAPTER TWENTY.   LOVIN CHILD STRIKES IT RICH

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.   MARIE'S SIDE OF IT

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO.     THE CURE COMPLETE





CABIN FEVER





CHAPTER ONE. THE FEVER MANIFESTS ITSELF

There is a certain malady of the mind induced by too much of one thing. Just as the body fed too long upon meat becomes a prey to that horrid disease called scurvy, so the mind fed too long upon monotony succumbs to the insidious mental ailment which the West calls β€œcabin fever.” True, it parades under different names, according to circumstances and caste. You may be afflicted in a palace and call it ennui, and it may drive you to commit peccadillos and indiscretions of various sorts. You may be attacked in a middle-class apartment house, and call it various names, and it may drive you to cafe life and affinities and alimony. You may have it wherever you are shunted into a backwater of life, and lose the sense of being borne along in the full current of progress. Be sure that it will make you abnormally sensitive to little things; irritable where once you were amiable; glum where once you went whistling about your work and your play. It is the crystallizer of character, the acid test of friendship, the final seal set upon enmity. It will betray your little, hidden weaknesses, cut and polish your undiscovered virtues, reveal you in all your glory or your vileness to your companions in exileβ€”if so be you have any.

If you would test the soul of a friend, take him into the wilderness and rub elbows with him for five months! One of three things will surely happen: You will hate each other afterward with that enlightened hatred which is seasoned with contempt; you will emerge with the contempt tinged with a pitying toleration, or you will be close, unquestioning friends to the last six feet of earthβ€”and beyond. All these things will cabin fever do, and more. It has committed murder, many's the time. It has driven men crazy. It has warped and distorted character out of all semblance to its former self. It has sweetened love and killed love. There is an antidoteβ€”but I am going to let you find the antidote somewhere in the story.

Bud Moore, ex-cow-puncher and now owner of an auto stage that did not run in the winter, was touched with cabin fever and did not know what ailed him. His stage line ran from San Jose up through Los Gatos and over the Bear Creek road across the summit of the Santa Cruz Mountains and down to the State Park, which is locally called Big Basin. For something over fifty miles of wonderful scenic travel he charged six dollars, and usually his big car was loaded to the running boards. Bud was a good driver, and he had a friendly pair of eyesβ€”dark blue and with a humorous little twinkle deep down in them somewhereβ€”and a human little smiley quirk at the corners of his lips. He did not know it, but these things helped to fill his car.

Until gasoline married into the skylark family, Bud did well enough to keep him contented out of a stock saddle. (You may not know it, but it is harder for an old cow-puncher to find content, now that the free range is gone into history, than it is for a labor agitator to be happy in a municipal boarding house.)

Bud did well enough, which was very well indeed. Before the second season closed with the first fall rains, he had paid for his big car and got the insurance policy transferred to his name. He walked up First Street with his hat pushed back and a cigarette dangling from the quirkiest corner of his mouth, and his hands in his pockets. The glow of prosperity warmed his manner toward the world. He had a little money in the bank, he had his big car, he had the good will of a smiling world. He could not walk half a block in any one of three or four towns but he was hailed with a β€œHello, Bud!” in a welcoming tone. More people knew him than Bud remembered well enough to call by nameβ€”which is the final proof of popularity the world over.

In that glowing mood he had met and married a girl who went into Big Basin with her mother and camped for three weeks. The girl had taken frequent trips to Boulder Creek, and twice had gone on to San Jose, and she had made it a point to ride with the driver because she was crazy about cars. So she said. Marie had all the effect of being a pretty girl. She habitually wore white middies with blue collar and tie, which went well with her clear, pink skin and her hair that just escaped being red. She knew how to tilt her β€œbeach” hat at the most provocative angle, and she knew just when to let Bud catch a slow, sidelong glanceβ€”of the kind that is supposed to set a man's heart to syncopatic behavior. She did not do it too often. She did not powder too much, and she had the latest slang at her pink tongue's tip and was yet moderate in her

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