The tall, lanky Missourian leaning against the corner of a ramshackle saloon on Locust Street, St. Louis, Missouri-the St. Louis of the early forties-turned his whiskey-marked face toward his companion, a short and slender Mexican trader, sullenly listening to the latter's torrent of words, which was accompanied by many and excitable gesticulations. The Missourian shook his head in reply to the accusations of his companion.
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The tall, lanky Missourian leaning against the corner of a ramshackle saloon on Locust Street, St. Louis, Missouri-the St. Louis of the early forties-turned his whiskey-marked face toward his companion, a short and slender Mexican trader, sullenly listening to the latter's torrent of words, which was accompanied by many and excitable gesticulations. The Missourian shook his head in reply to the accusations of his companion.
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Bring Me His Ears is a Clarence Mulford novel from 1922, and is written in a style few will enjoy in this day and age. Sometimes it is hard to follow and understand what Mr. Mulford is saying, especially so, because he uses "western" vernacular to its extreme. An example, "Thar!" he said, explosively. "Hyar we air,an' we ain't a-goin' on ag'in till we kin see th' channel. No, sir, not if we has ter stay hyar a week!" Phonetically spelled words and chopped off words are in nearly every sentence in the dialogue. The copy I am taking this review from, I have owned for more than 30 years; it is a Thrilling Novels published by Popular Library in 1930's, abridged to speed the action. It measures 5 1/2 by 7 1/2 inches and runs 128 pages. The story involves Tom Boyd who finds himself rescuing Patience Cooper from Manuel Armijo, tyrant governor of New Mexico, who wanted revenge after Patience had rebuffed his advances. The time period for this book is the 1840's before the Mexican-American war when Santa Fe was still under Mexican rule. It is a good enough story and plot line, and has some excellent description of steam boat travel and caravan travel at the time. Had Mr. Mulford only written Hopalong Cassidy and Bar 20 novels it would have been enough to secure his place in publishing history, but his other work is just as good and acceptable reading. Glad he wrote other things.
