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THIS DIARY BELONGS TO MISS C. WATSON

S
EPTEMBER 15 1895

The train from Arcadia stayed overnight at the Punta Gorda deepo before hedding north again so the kind conducters let us sleep on the red fuzz seats after brushing off the goober shells and what not. Papa had wired that we were to rest up in the new hotel as soon as we arived but Mama said she has lernd her lesson not to count on any rest in life or anywheres else so we was not to spend good munny on hotels in case something went wrong as it usely did and Mr. E. J. Watson faled to appear and anyway this mite be the wrong Watson. Her husband was Mr. E.
A.
Watson when she knew him. Mama was in a funny mood and no mistake.

Last nite I was so tuckered out I was sleeping and sleeping. Had a dretful nitemare about Florida crocadiles but luckily waked up. At daybrake they shooed us off the train like chikens and left us in a little huddle on the sand. The train gave a grate whissle and hard
bang
and pulled away getting smaller and smaller down to a black smudge. We waved and waved and waved then the train was gone no rumble and no echo only two thin rails like silver arrows thru the sand and scrub. Where the rails came together their shine made a brite point against the sunrise.

The deepo is locked until next week and not one sole to be seen. Here in southern Florida the sky is white as if ashes was falling from the sun. In the hot breze the spiky palmetos stick up like black knifes and the fire in the east sharpens there edges. With the sun up the wind dies and the redbirds and mockers fall still and a parched heat settles in for the long day. Dry dry dry dry!

Well here we are at the end of the line in sunny southern Florida! said Mama as if all this hot sand and thorn and silence was what we had pined for all of our hole lives. She did her best to cheare us up but her smile is sad.

And still no sign of Mister Watson and no word.

I call him Mister Watson just like Mama who is strict about our maners. (Good maners is about all we have left she says when she is blue.) But in my heart I think of him as Papa because thats what we called him when we were small. Oh I remember him I do! Mostly he was so much fun that he even cheared up our dear Mama. Once he brought toy soljers from Fort Smith and sat right down on our dirt floor to play with us. I gave Eddie the dam Yankee bluecotes, him being too young to know the difrince. Lucius was only a baby then he cant remember Papa hardly just pretends. Rob was too old to play of corse he was out slopping the hogs. But Eddie and me have never forgot our dear dear Papa and shurely Rob being almost grown has never forgot him either.

Plenty of time for you today Dear Diary because poor Mama is nodding off Rob is serly and I am dog tired of trying to soshalize with little brothers. Papa gave me this fine idea of my Dear Diary long ago when I was little. He was riting in his lether book under the trees. It had
Footnotes to my Life
berned into the cowhide cover and a little lock. I asked him what his book was about and he took me in his lap and smiled and said Well honey its a daily jernal. He wouldnt never show it to a sole he said. I powted and intreated. Never? Perhaps one day Papa said. He warned that any diary that was not completely privet is no longer a diary because it is no longer honest and cannot be a trusted frend. Anyway he wouldnt show it on acount his riting and speling were no good because as a boy in Carolina he had to take care of his mother and sister with his father gone off to war and he hardly had no chance to go to school. Taught himself to read and rite and kept up his jernal from his youth. Mama said she was plain terified to touch Papas jernal let alone read it.

Rob was near twelve when Papa went away. That was back in the Indian Nations when Lucius was a baby. Rob stood up to those rough men that came galoping in. He told em they better look out cause they was trespissing on Papas propity and might get shot between the eyes. And one man said In the back more likely like Belle Starr. Rob went after him and it was terifying that big scared horse and that pale thin boy socking so fureous at that mans boot. Got his hand cut bad by spurs and got knocked sprawling.

Mama said Papa had bizness in Oregon and might be gone awhile. Oh we were so cold and hungry in those years. But finely our cousins sent some money for our rail tickets back to Fort White Florida. We stayed almost a year with Granny Ellen Watson and Aunt Minnie Collins.

That darn old Rob has acted mean about coming to see Papa. He made Mama admit she wrote to Papa and that Papa never sent for us until she did that. Probably has another woman now is what Rob told her. Its bad enough Rob is rude about our Papa but hes also rude to Mama reminding her every two minnits that shes not his real mother so he doesnt have to mind her less he feels like it. And Mama says clamly I may not be your mother Rob but Im the best youve got. Just goes on about her busyness leaving Rob looking kind of twisted up and funny. One time Rob caught me looking at his tears and raised his fist to me. Scowled something terrible but never said one word.

Rob passes for hansom with his black hair and black brows and fair white skin with round red blushes on his cheekbone that jump out on his skin like dots of blood when hes upset. From Papa he got those blue blue eyes like the highest heaven where blue comes from. Blue eyes with black hair are not comon Mama says. Papa is so weather browned and ruddy that his blush dont hardly show. His blushes arent so comon either Mama says.

Lucius has Papas blue eyes too—what Granny Ellen in Fort White called crazy Watson eyes. He will be the tall one. Eddie takes after Papa more same dark redish chesnut hair that turns gold brown in summer, but his hole demeener Mama says is very diferent. He has Papas fire color she says but his flame needs a good stoking.

I was first to see the sail white as a wing way down toward the mouth of the Peace River. We had never seen a sail before! I wanted to run right over to the landing but Mama said Wait till we know for sure its Mister Watson.

Soon the sail was so near that when the boat turned toward us we heard the canvas rumpus in the breeze. Mama said Just in case thats Mister Watson wed best stand up sos he can see us and not make him go over there to that hotel for nothing. So we stood up in a line outside the deepo all but Rob who was slowched off to one side. Rob wanted to make it plain as plain that he had no part in this hole dumb plan of accepting Papas charity down in south Florida.

It was pretty close to noon there was no shade and we stood in the hot wind watching as two figures walked toward us. In the glare they looked like two black insects a thick one and a thin one kind of shimering on the white sand flat. When I reconized Papa I cried out because I wanted to run to meet him but Mama only shook her head. We just stood there stiff as sticks. Here come our long lost Papa and nobody calling and nobody smiling! I started to cry.

Mister Watson was dressed in a linen suit string tie and black boots glissening and big mustash and sideburns. Stopped a few yards away took off his black Western hat and made a little bow. Nobody made a move nor spoke a word. Im sorry we are late he said after a look at a gold watch on a chain. Rough wether on the gulff. His voice was deep and pleasant kind of gruff but he looked real glad to see this gloomy bunch saying My O My with a big smile for us four frights in our stupid line that dared to call ourselves his family. He kept his hat off but he came no closer so as not to scare us.

I could see Mama yerning to smile back. The new rose bonnet she had scrimped for saying over and over how buying it was a disgraseful waste cause who knows she might never wear it again—that pesky hat had tilted and gone lopsided like it was melting. Poor Mama never even noticed thats how wore out the poor thing was from no sleep and bad nerves. Her red hands she was so ashamed of were clenched white at her waist and her elegant face so pale and peaked broke my heart.

Papa said Well Mrs. Watson thats a fine looking family you have there!

Mama nodded being too upset to speak. The best she could do was give a smile to the strange boy who came with Papa and looked just as shy and scarred as all the rest of us. He was skinny and brown hair near white from the hot sun and very long legs in outgrown pants which came to a stop high above his long bare feet. Probably no underware which I admit is none of my fool bizniss.

I gave this boy a suden smile that scarred the daylites out of him. Went tomato red frowned something terible looked up at the sky serching for birds then faced away from us trying to whissle.

Finely Papa stepped across the space holding both hands out to Mama.

I saw her hands how the poor fingers started up then quit and clutched each other and how Papas hands were closing. All four hands were quitting. Someone had to
do
something. I let out a yip and darted forward threw my arms around our Papa and hung on for dear life. He was hard as any tree. I felt him gazing at Mama over the top of my red ribbon bow. Then he let out a breath and put his arms around me but was too shy to hug his very own daughter.

When I turned around Mama was smiling a beautiful smile kind of crooked but full of hope. I never saw such a deer expresion on that lonesome face. Her smile was a signal to the boys to run and jump on Papa the way fool boys do for the pure heck of it. Mama was covering up her tears by scolding them for rinkling his linen suit but he was happy Papa Bear woofing and rolling around just like he used to. Thretened to run off into the woods with a hole armlode of kids that he wood eat up later in his cave. Eddie was screching due to nervous fright but little Lucius only six was quiet. He let himself be bounced and tossed turning his head sos to watch Mama over his Daddys shoulder and make sure she didnt run away and leve him.

That darn Rob never budged one inch from where he was. Kept his hands in his hip pockets giving Papa his worst serly stare and making the hole family look at his bad maners and his old curled lip. But Rob could not meet Papas eye so he jerked his chin at the strange boy as if to say
You better keep your durn eyes to yourself or Ill punch your nose off.

Mama warned him. Just a murmur.
Rob?

Papa put the small ones down then stratened his coat up kind of slow. Well son he said and stepped forward to shake hands. Oh how that scared us knowing Rob was going to refuse! But Papa had gessed what Rob would do and he was reddy. Kept his hand out there maybe half a minute till Rob terned red and that serly stare fell all apart and he shot a despert look over at Mama.

Then Rob came out with that braking voice he had since Arkansas where he first grew that pathetical mustash to go with all his hickeys.
How come you run off? Never left word and never sent for us? Never would of neither if your wife hadn't come crawling!
But that durn fool stopped short rite there because Papas fist flew up and back cocked like a pistol hammer.

Mama cried Mister Watson please hes just upset he means no harm! Those were her first words to her husband in five years.

He brought his arm down and he spoke real quiet. I have some explaining to do that is correct boy and I aim to do that when Im ready. But next time you speak about your mother in that way you better be mighty careful I dont hear you.

Rob had scarred himself. He backed up set to run. She
aint
my mother!

Papa said in fury Sonborn you are dam lucky to have her!

He turned away and jerked his chin toward the lanky boy with the bare feet. This young feller here is Erksin Tomsin. Hes going to make me a fine schooner captain. Erksin I have the honor to present Mrs. Jane Watson. She is a school teacher and I hope she will see to your further education and mine too. This beautiful young lady is Miss Carrie Watson and these fine fellows are Eddie and Lucius.

Lucius is six but Papa picked him up like he was two to gayze into his face. I have not seen this feller since he was in diapers he told Erksin Tomsin setting him back down. Hes turned out fine. Lucius gave Mama a shy look to see if she thought hed turned out fine like Papa said.

Erksin Tomsin shook hands all around. He looked clean and did not smell too bad. His hand was very hard and callised. I hung on an extra second so I could watch him serch the sky again but I let go quick when I saw Papa watching. And this said Papa is my oldest son Master Robert Watson.

Sonborn Rob wispered.

Rob? He was only teasing Mama said.

When Erksin Tomsin put his hand out Rob yanked him off balance but he did not fall. He gripped Robs hand and looked over at his boss. Papa put his arms behind his back and looked toward the gulf and hummed a toon.

The boy yanked Robs arm around behind and twisted it up hard til Rob squeeked. We knew Rob would not squeek again not even if his arm got twisted off like a boyled chicken wing. But this boy did not know that yet so Mama said gently Erksin? Please. Let him go.

Rob jammed his hands into his hip pockets. He looked from Erksin towards our father and then back noding his head like he was ploting his ravenge. I knew what he was thinking and felt sorry for him. If Papa had only sent for us a few years ago his oldest son would be his scooner captain not some skrawny cracker.