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Hyena, and all that is bad, naught that is
good.”

“ You are savage against him, Janie.”

“ I look upon him as the murderer of my
poor father, l’aul.”

“Well, Janie, I will not defend him; but in
other days he was a true friend to me, and as
I owe him my life, and far more, I cannot con-
demn him to his face.

“ Knowing just what you were to me, for I
told him years ago, he very kindly determined
to thwart Powell, whom he hates, and unite
us.”

“ He plotted to this end, captured you, and
then as cleverly got me into his power, and I
found, when I expected death, that I was to
haVe life and my Janette.

“Now, Janie, he wishes me to leave here, or
rather my ranch, and take you far away from
the field of his operations, and he gives me per-
mission to return to my ranch, arrange my af-
fairs, and then I can return here for you, and
We can seek a home in Colorado, where I have
a mine, and we can be happy.

“ liy the way, do you know what your father
did about his (‘olorado mine?"

“Nothing whatever, for he never had much
faith in it, and l have the papers about it in my
little saehel at Major Monkton’s.”

“ lt. may turn out a bonanza—who knows?—
l’or mining property is going up in Colorado.

“ lint I must get away, for the. Sooner the
better, and 1 will be back before many days to
claim my little wife, and what a jolly time we
will have on our way to our new home.”

“ I do wish I could go with you, Paul.”

“ That the chief will not permit for some
reason of his own.

“ 1 think he fears that you would give me the
slip and run off with that handsome surgeon.”

“ ( Hi, Paul! when lain your wife :9 ”

“You thought you were Powell’s wife yes-
terday; but you remain here, little one, until
my return.”

“ This is but a prison.”

“ Yes, but Brick will take care of you and
feed you as though you were a Christmas—tur—
key, and you Will neither see the chief or his
men, and be allowed the freedom of the can-
'01).

3 “ But do not attempt to leave the canyon, for
the outlaws are a wild set and might harm
on.”

“ 1 will be prudent, Paul; but do come back
as soon as you can, for the days will be wretch-
ed ones to me while you are gone.”

A parting kiss and the young ranchero had
gone, his face bright with hope for the future,
of happiness thrown in his way by Captain
Kit, his outlaw friend.

CHAPTER XL.
How THE BLOW FELL.

IVORDS are inadequate to portray the scenes
at the fort when it became known that Frank
Powell had been robbed of his bride of an
hour.

Riding at full speed, when summoned by
Kendrick, the courier, he had arrived at the
fort, never doubting that the man had told the
truth.

Superny mounted, he had outstripped Night
Hawk, the officer and chaplain, and dashed into
the fort, his horse white with foam and panting
like a hound.

“Great God, Powell! what has happened?”
cried Major Benteen, who was just about to re-
tire, but looked out at the clatter of hoofs.

“ How is the captain, sir?

“I hope he still lives?" said Frank Powell,
earnestly.

“ What captain? Who still lives?”

“ Captain Burt, sir, whom I was sent for to
attend, and nearly rode my horse to death, as
the courier said he was fearfully wounded.”

“ .l’owell, I know no more what you are talk-
ing about than the man in the moon.”

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“ Are you married?”

“ YI‘H, sir.”

“ Then it has turned your head.”

“ Major llenteen, I am no man to joke upon
serious subject.

“ l was sent for, sir, to attend Captain Burt,
whom Kendrick, the courier, told me was dan-
geroust wounded.

“ I had only been married a short while, but
came on at once.”

“ lt‘orgiVO me, Powell; but there is something
wrong here, for Burt left my quarters, as well
as lam, not half an hour ago, and Kendrick de-
serted the post to-day, for some unaccountable
reason.”

“Good God! my life Istake on it, that this
is that IIyena’s work.

“ I will at once return to the ranch, sir.”

“And Burt and his company shall go with
you, for this needs looking into.” and in fif-
teen niinutcs after, Frank Powell, with livid
face and set teeth, and mounted upon a fresh
horse, was dashingalong on his way back to
Monkton Ranch.

Upon one side of him was Night Hawk, also
freshly mounted, and on the_ other Captain
Burt, and the three rode on in Silence, while he—
hind them came thirty troopers, the clashing of
steel keeping up an accompaniment to the thud
of the many hoofs upon the prairie sod. .

Arriving at the ranch they found Major
Monkton abed, but he was quickly aroused and
told how the courier had returned with a party
of soldiers after Janette, and shortly after his
nephew had decided that it was best for him to
go home, and had also departed.

This was all that the major knew, and then
the men sat in the parlor talking over the
strange affair, for nothing could be done until
the morning, when the trail could be read by
the scouts. .

Outside the soldiers went into a bivouac, and
within the cabin the major and his guests talked
through the night, While Frank Powell, his
handsome face grown cold and stern, paced to
and fro, his heart on fire, his brain in a whirl
of excitement, though outwardly he was per-
fect] calm.

With the first glimmer of dawn Frank Pow-
ell and Night Hawk set to work, and all knew
that no two better trailers and readers of prairie
signs could be put upon the track of those who
had committed the outrage which the darkness
of night had shielded. .

The spot where the pretended soldiers had
laid in wait until the courier first went alone
to the ranch, was found, and then his track
from the trail to the fort over to jom them,
when his horse was temporarily lamed by the
string tied about his leg. . .

Then the course taken by the kidnappers, With
the Well-known hoof-tracks in their midst of
J anette’s spotted pony.

This was of course the trail to follow, and
after breakfast they were about to mount and
dash off on it, when a cowboy arrived from up
the river, stating that the Indians had ap—
peared in force and captured Paul Monkton,
before he reached his ranch. ‘

“Take the larger number of your men, Cap-
tain Burt, and try and rescue that gallant
young fellow, and with the balance  Will fol-
low this trail, for I am confident. it Will lead me
to where they hold Janette a risoner.”

This advice was about to e followed when
a young officer, accompanied by two of the
fort scouts dashed up with word for the soldiers
to return at once to the fort, as Wolf Fang was
marching against it with half a thousand war-

s.
ruszowell, in God’s name what is to be done?”
i 'd "a itain Burt.
bai‘ Ibailn a soldier, captain, and shall obey or-
ders.” Y W

“ Your )001' Wi 

“  gshe i; in the power of. thosewretches;
but personal griefs and cons1derations must
yield before official duties, and I shall return
with you to the fort, where my serv1ces Will
be sorely needed, if there IS a tight With the
Indians.

“Come, let us return at once. for the sum“
mons is urgent,” and Frank Powell rode to the
front, the admiration of every one for his noble
sense of duty, while every heart bled for him
in his oignant sorrow.

TheIiieport of the capture of the young mn'

 

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chero by Indians was false, as the reader kn0ws;
but then that story was one of Captain Kit’s
strokes in the great blow he was giving.

But the report of the advance of Wolf Fang
and his warriors was true, and the cavalry
squadron had to cut their way through the In-
dian forces to reach the fort.

When they did so it was found that two sol-
diers had fallen and several had received
wounds.

Then the cry arose that Night Hawk the‘

scout was missing.

At the words Frank Powell wheeled like a
madman and dashed back over the field.

In terror the Indians fled from his path,
though showers of arrows were sent after him,
while his revolvers rattled forth continual
death-knells as he rode along.

On the field he beheld the bodies of two sol-
diers, their heads scalped, but nowhere was the
scout visible.

Wheeling again the daring man started back
for the fort, while the red-skins rushed to head
him Off.

lint the fort cannon opened upon them,
spreading death in their ranks, and sending
them flying to safety from the fearful “ horse
guns ” as they called artillery, and Frank Pow—
ell rode back iuto the. stockade walls, amid the
pheers of the soldiers, with not a wound upon

iiin.

“ Can they have captured your brother, Pow-
ell, and reserved him for torture?” asked Major
Benteen, anxiously.

“No, major, George is safe, I am sure, and
purposely dropped out when we charged for
the fort, for he has seen some work to do out-
side,” was the answer of the Surgeon Scout,
whose heart was relieved that he did not have
a brother as well as a wife to sorrow for.

CHAPTER XLI.
NIGHT HAWK‘S RETURN.

WHEN Surgeon Powell saw the fear with
which the artillery inspired the Indians, he sug-
gested to Major Benteen, after asking his pardon
for the liberty in doing so,'the advisability of
sending the guns out at once to the attack, sup-
ported by a large force of cavalry.

The suggestion was acted upon so promptly,
that in a few minutes the artillerists were man—
ning their guns upon the open prairie, charging
with them, firing, and again charging.

The effect was demoralizing in the extreme
upon the red-skins, who sought safety in the
nearest timber, with an alacrity that five times
the force in men, without the guns, could not
have made them show.

But the soldiers followed them, and when the
shells began to tear through the trees, bursting
here and there with damage to braves and their
ponies, they became seized with a. panic and
hastened to decamp at full speed.

Back to the fort then went the triumphant
artillerists, while the cavalry pursued the red-
skins, who, disappointed at not being able to
capture the fort, as they hoped to do, deter-
mined to raid the ranches.

But the rancheros were already on the war-
path, and a large force of cowboys, under the
command of Major Monkton, met the flying
Indians and brought them to a stand, while the
soldiers coming up, a severe battle was begun.

Sending back to the fort:for ree'nforcements,
Major Benteen marsh aled his soldiers, scouts and
the cowboys in line of battle and began to press
his red enemies with all his might.

But Wolf Fang was a good general; kept his
braves well together, and though retreating,
carried off his dead and wounded, and would
not be driven at a greater speed than he found
it safe to go.

Night coming on, the running fight was still
kept up, Major Benteen halting a part of his
force at a time for rest and food, and then
bringing them to the front, while others rested.

Only the Indian nature, inured to hardships,
fatigue and danger, could have stood this terri—
ble strain upon Wolf Fang and his braves.

But stand it they did, and when the morning
came, only the red stains upon the ground here
and there, with a dead pony now and then,
showed that the braves had suffered from the
soldiers’ fire; for the slain and wounded were
borne.on with their retreating comrades.

With their superior force, Major Benteen
dared not press them into the hill—land, so at
last gave the order to march back to the fort,
knowing that the enemy had been too badly
punished to follow.

The next morning they arrived at the fort,
and Frank Powell had work enough to do to
take his thought off of his own sorrows.

But he seemed sleepless and tireless in his
duties, and nothing could force him to seek rest;
for there were a number who had been wounded
with arr0ws, which developed into bad wounds,
and he said they needed his constant care.

(T o be continued—commenced in No. 77.)

 

 

 

Stories Told in _l;h_e Bound-House.

BY J. C. COWDRICK.

 

Billy Sharp’s Passenger.

“ YOUR passenger in black,” said Uncle Billy
Sharp, as Joe concluded his narration, “ re-
minds me of a passenger I had on my engine
one night. Mine was a sure-enough man,
though, and not a ghost. And it wasn’t _a
dream, either; no, not by a. long Sight, it
wasn’t. .

“ 1 was running the Through Mail. on the
middle division of the D. & P. at the time, my
run being from Darlington to Little Hamburg
and back. Darlington was the western termi-
nus Of the middle division, and Little Hamburg
was the eastern. At the last-named place the
D. & P. connected with the C., S. 85 G._ The
mail went through over the eastern divis10n of
the D. & P. from Little Hamburg, but some-
times there was an express car to be left there
for the C., S. & G. _

“ One cold, stormy night I got my engine out
of the round-house at about the usual time, and
backed down to the station, all ready to couple
up to the western train as soon as it arrived and
the western division engine was cut loose and
got out of the way. I was oiling around, and
seeing that everything about the engine'was in
good order, when Mr. Brown, the superintend-
ent of the division, came out of the telegraph
office and said to me: _ I

“ ‘ Billy,’ said he, ‘ your train is about fifteen
minutes late, and there is an express car in it
that_must make the C., S. & G. connection sure.
Do you think on can make up the lost time
and get to Litt e Hamburg on time?’

“ ‘ How much of a train will I have?’ I asked.

“ ‘ Well,’ said Mr. Brown, ‘ there are two ex-
press, two baggage, four coaches, and two
sleepers in the train n0w, but when it arrives I
will try and drop one of the coaches here. That
will make nine cars for you.’

“ ‘ Then,’ said I, ‘ I think I can make there on
time, provided I am not more than fifteen min-
utes late getting out of here. I’d rather have
eight cars, though, if I had my way.’

“ ‘ All right, Billy,’ said he, ‘l’ll see what I
can do for you. But I want you to get there
on time if it is possible, for that express car
must go through on the C.,_S.  G. Without
fail. I depend on you to do it, Billy, and you
must make your engine do its best.’ _ I

“ ‘ All right,’ said I, ‘ I’ll be there on time if
the wheels stay under her.’ .

“ By the time the train had arrived and I
was ready to leave, the fifteen minutes were
pretty well used up. Mr. Brewn came down to
the engine again before I started, followed by a

. er, and said: . .
Stl“?Pl:3illy, this gentleman would like to ride on
the engine. Please make room for him. He is

ews 3 er man.’ _
a 1‘" ‘ All dight,’ said I, and getting the conduc-
tor’s signal at that moment to start, I pulled
the throttle and away we went. _ .

“ As soon as I got the train to swmging along
pretty liVel y I cut the lever back a few notches,
gave the valves a full head of steam, and then,

when the engine got settled down to her work,‘

I took a look at my passenger.

 

“ There he sat, on the fireman’s side of the
cab, with his hat pulled down low over his
forehead, and he was gazing straight ahead into
the darkness. He had a bushy black beard, and
was dressed all in black.

“ For several miles he rode along without
saying a word or even turning his head. Then
all of a sudden he wheeled around and handed
me and the fireman each a cigar, and asked:

“ ‘ How many stops do you make before you
reach Little Hamburg?’

“ ‘ Four,’ I answered.

“ ‘ What is the first one?’

" ‘ Hawley.’

“ ‘ How far ahead?’

“ ‘ About ten miles.’

“ And that’s the way he kept right on asking
questions, till he must have knowu the whole
road almost as well as I knew it myself. And
he was death on knowing all the big hills and
steep grades. The steepest grade on the whole
line was the Hog back Mountain, and he asked
as many questions about that hill as though he
expected to buy it.

“ W hen I stopped at Hawley the stranger got
off, saying he would go back into the car to his
friends for a while, and that was the last I saw
of him until I stopped at the next station, when
he again took his place upon the engine.

“ ‘ So the Hogback is the steepest hill you’ve
got, is it?’ he asked, when we were under head-
way once more.

“ ‘Yes,’ said I, ‘ and pretty steep it is too.’

“ ‘You S'ly you go up the hill, then down into
a deep sag, then up again, and then down grade
all the way to Little Hamburg’t’

“ ‘ Yes,’ said I. ‘ that’s it exactly.’

“ ‘ How far is it from the top of the hill to Lit-
tle Hamburg station?’

“ ‘ Only four miles ’ I answered.

“ At the next stop made he went back to see
his friends again, but at the next station he
came forward to the engine to enjoy the ride
over the Hog’back, as he said.

“I had a level piece of track for about tWO
miles from the last stop to the'foot of the Hog-
back grade, and I can tell you I more than made
things jingle over it when I once got started. I
struck the foot of the hill going just about as
fast as the engine could turn her wheels, and
we went up it like a rocket. Our speed had
slackened up though, by the time we got to the
top, but we went down the sag pretty live-

“ ‘ How do you like it?’ I asked the stranger.

“ ‘ Oh! it’s glorious!’ he shouted back.

“ I glanced back at the train as we started up
grade again, for by the way the engine worked
1 fancied that something had broke loose; but
seeing the green light on the rear end coming
right along I gave the engine more steam, and
up to the top of the hill we flew.

“Just as we started down the hill I looked
back again, and the green light was not to be
seen. I had left part of the train in the sag.

“ I turned quickly around to shut off steam
and reverse. for there wasn’t much danger of
the rear end’s running into me if I stopped, but
there stood the stranger right at my elbow, and
presenting a pistol at my breast he cried:

“ ‘ If you stop this engine before I tell you to,
you are a dead man! I want you to stop just

alf a mile this side of Little Hamburg!’

“ The fireman was lying senseless in the bot~
tom of the cab, having been struck down by
the villain while my head was turned.

“ It is surprising how quick a man will think
and act, sometimes. Hardly had the words
left the man’s lips when my left hand flew
back, taking him squarely in the facc and
knocking him over backward into the tender.
But I was not half quick enough, for the pistol
went off and I felt a. sharp sting of pain in my
side. I paid but little heed to that, however,
but sprung upon the man and dealt him a blow
on the head with a lump of coal, knocking him
as stiff as a dead mackerel.

“Then I looked around to see whether my
train had got over the top of the hill and was
coming down the grade, but could see nothing
of it, and finding that I had the express car
with me I resolved to push right ahead and get
the car to Little Hamburg on time being as I
was within three miles of that p ace. I had
made up the lost time of fifteen minutes,
which, if I stopped and went back for the
train would onl be lost again, and more be-
sides, so I kept right on.

“ In a few moments the fireman came to his
senses and stood up, and I opened the fire-box
to let out the light so that 1 might see how
much he was hurt. He was all right though,
except an awful big lump on the side of his
head, which he said didn’t feel very good.

“While the door was open and the light was
streaming out I happened to look back, and
there on the top of the express car I saw two
evil-looking faces peering down at us. I swung
the door shut with a clang, and said to the
fireman:

“ ‘ Tom,’ said I, “there’s two more of them
on to of that car.’

“ ‘ he deucel’ exclaimed Tom, ‘let’s go for
’em l’

“ ‘ That’s what we will,’ said I, and I picked
up the pistol the man had dropped, Tom arm
ing himself with a monkey—wrench, and we
scrambled back over the tank and onto that
car, the engine going a mile a minute, and
maybe faster, too.

“ There lay the two men, flat down, and hold-
ing fast to the runningboards for dear life,
afraid to move for fear of being pitched off.

“ We pulled in the bell-rope, or the little that
was left of it, and tied their hands and feet and
fixed them so they couldn’t roll off, and by
that time we were coming into Little Ham-
bur .

“$Tom,’ said I, ‘ you take the throttle; I be-
lieve I am getting weak.’ And it was no won-
der, for I was bleeding freely all the time.

“ As soon as we reached the station I rushed
into the telegraph-Oifice and reported what had
happened, and that was the last I knew until
some time later, when I came to and found my-
self lying in bed and a doctor bending over me.
They said I fainted.

“ I had reached my destination exactly on
time, and the express car wont through. Tom
ran the engine back and picked up the part of
the train. that the would-be robbers had cut off,
finding it lying at the bottom of the sag on the
Hog-back, and the conductor raging around and
swearing like mad. . .

“The express car contained a large sum in
cash and bonds, and the men had been follow—
ing it for three days in order to get a chance to
rob it. They were locked up that night, and
afterward sent to prison. .

“ My wound laid me up for about Six weeks,
but Mr. Brown ordered my pay to go on just
the same.

“ One afternoon two gentlemen called to see
me, and said they were agents for the Vi'estern
Express Company. They asked after my health,
and talked a little while, and at last gave me a
large, fat envelope and departed. .

“Asking my wife to hand me the scissors, I
clipped off one end of the wrapper, and out
came a large sum of money. Boys, there were
just fifty nice, fresh, crisp and new $20 bills.
More than enough to pay off the mortgage on
my house and lot.

“ And what became of Tom? Why, there he
is, on the other side of the stove. That’s him,
the big, fat lubber; and he had the cheek to ask
me for my little girl Mary, last Sunday, too.
W’hat d’ye think of that? _

“ But Tom is a good boy, and darn me if _he
sha’n’t have her. He got his. first engine
shortly after that night’s work, didn’t you, my
lad 9”

And Tom answered laconically:

“ I did, you know.”

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A CONTRIBUTOR to a London scientific paper
says that a very simple and effective way of
coloring a meerschaum bowl is by painting it
while you are smoking, and after it becomes
warm, with the creamy surface of good milk
(or with cream), by means of a common hair-
pencil, which brings out the brown and yellow
colors beautifully, and as by magic.

 

A Friend in Disguise.

BY MILLARD GEORGE.

 

 

JOSIAH CHICKEN—“ Uncle Josiah,” we all
called him—filled the chair of ancient history,
some forty years ago, in a thriving village
which but sprung up in the Miami Valley on
the Very spot; where he had killed game and
longer, Indians in the days of his manly
prime.

Uncle Josiah’s chair was a pine store—box in
front of Sile Crotch’s grocery, where he held
forth whenever there Were listeners enough to
jtistify,_much as we may suppose Socrates and
Zeno did to the philosophic loungers of old
Athens—Only Uncle Josiah’s lectures were less
abstract, being, in fact. pictures of real life,
drawn from his own experience. ~

“ Was you ever took by the Injuiis‘i” asked
little Tommy Bender, looking up inquiringly in
Uncle Josiah’s face one day.

“ Waal, yes, Tommy,” answered Uncle JO-
siah, with modest carelessness, as though the
circumstance was hardly worth mentioning, “I
wuz. wunst.”

“ Oh, tell us about it, please .' ” little Tommy
appealed, and with equal eagerness it was sec-
onded by all around.

Uncle Josiah split a fresh stick from his box
—he never coil/(I get on without something to
Whittle—cleared his vocal deck for action by
thrusting his quid into one cheek, and thus be-
gan:

“ ‘ Josiah,’ says the old ’oman one mornin’.

“ ‘Waal?’ sai s I.

“ ‘ The meat’s out,’ says she.

“When the meat was out in them days, it
wasn’t jest steppin’ 'crost to Bi‘isket’s butcher
shop and picking out what you liked best, as it
is now. You bed to take your gun and go out
and try your luck in the woods, keepin’ a sharp
lookout too, lest you didn’t come back without
your sculp.

“ Wal, I tuck down ‘ Old Blazer,’ wiped her
out, loadened her keerful, and sot out fer mar-
ket, as we called it in them days by way of
joke-like.

“I wuz soon out of sight of the stockade,
which surrounded the settlers’ cabins, an’ arter
that thar was nothin’ but wilderness whichever
way you turned. 1

“ It warn’t a good day for game; so I trudged
along spell 'ithout ’comin ’crost anythin’ big-
ger’n a few gray squir’ls an’ wile turkeys not
worth wastin’ powder on.

“ At last as fine a buck as I ever see’d darted
by on the lope, about fifty yard ahead.

“I ups with ‘ Old Blazer ’—I allus kerried
her on the cock—and blazed away. The critter
gi’n one jump, straight up, an’ with a loud
blast drapped in his tracks. In a jiffy my
knife was at his wizzon, but afore I could cut
his jug’lar, I was pounced on by three of as
ugly lnjuns as you’d never wish to see.”

“Drot ’em,” growled little Tommy Bender,
through his teeth, doubling his tiny fists; “ three
on ’em warn’t fair.” -

“ Of course it warn’t,” said Uncle Josiah, pat-
ting Tommy’s head; " but who ever knowed In-
juns to fite fair?

“ An’ then,” he continued, whittling vigorous-
ly, “ arter tying my hands ahint my back, an’
fast’nin’ a thong atwixt my wrists, which one
on ’em hilt on to by the eend, what does they do
next but to skin and cut up my buck, jest like
they had foreclosed a mortgage on it.

“ Slingin’ the hide and carcass onto a pack-
hoss they bed, the raskals sot out on a double-
quick, one leading the boss, an’ aaother me,
while the third brought up the rear. ,

“ When Injuns is up to devilment they ar’ as
mum as a Quaker revival They never speak
unless the Evil Sperret moves ’em. Them three
never chirped all day, but kept right on,
straight as bee-hunters, tell it was nearly night,
when we come onto a camp fa’lyswarmin’ with
’em.

“ Fur supper they gi’n me some of the toughest
of my own ven’son, scorched over a smoky fire
till t’would make a dog sick, onless he’d been ’s
hungry ’s I wuz.

“ Arter supper they called a sorter quarterly
meeting onto my case. Formin’ a ring ’round
me, they squatted, tailor-fashion, on their
blankets, filled their pipes an’ lit ’em.

“ Then they smoked, and smoked, and smoked.

“When they’d smoked out their smoke, and
knocked the ashes out of their pipes, and things
cl’ar’d up a little a young brave rose up and
opened the exercises. He was a peart, sassy
chap, with a good gift of gab, though [can’t
say I enj’yed his speech much. Fur‘s I could
follow him he wuz fur forcin’ me to run the
gantlet, an’ makin’ a John Rodgers of me arter-

ward.

“ At last they’d all freed their minds but one
big Injun, as ’d been settin’ as a sort of a pre-
sidin’ elder among ’em. His head was stuck as
full of feathers as a gobbler’s tail, an’ his face
was streaked with paint tell he looked like a
zebry of many colors. ‘

“Arter a few perlm’nerry observations, by
way of complimenf to t’other speakers, he came
to the p’iiit. An’ what d’ye think he proposed?
The substance wuz that I should be tied onto
the hack of a young hoss they bed, which they
wanted to get rid on, he being too skittish fur
familyruse. Then a hornet’s nest, with a full
score of hornets, was to be fastened to his tail,
the nest onplugged, and the maddened animal
turned loose to dash through the thicket tell I
wuz tore or bruised to death!

“The res’lution was adopted unanimous, an’
next mornin’ at sunrise was ’p’inted fur kerry-
in’ it out.

“I didn’t sleep much, you may be sure. I
had some hopes of givin’ leg-bail afore mornin’,
but I soon see’d that war onpossible. Two red-
skins at a time, with cocked rifles, took turns
watchin’ of me tell daylight began to streak the

sk .

X Then they made me git up and walk a little
way, tell we come to whar two Injuns, one on
each side, was a-holdin’, with a couple of hal—
ters, the purtiest black four-year-old you’d see
in a week’s journey. I tell you it made my
heartjump to look at him! His eyes flashed
fire at the two red-skins, at which he struck
out with his forefeet whenever he got a
chance.

“As soon’s he see’d me he give a friendly
whicker, as much as to say, he’d been raised
’mong white folks, an’ hadn’t forgot his breed—
‘ 7

n.

“Wal, they tied me onto his back, much’s
the ’d done that Ma zeppy chap Johnny Tucker
spoke that piece about down to the school-
house t’other day. The boss stood it quieter’n
was expected, an’ at last all was ready but ty-
in’ on the hornets’ nest. They’d found one
durin’ the night and plugged up the entrance
whiles the insec’s wuz asleep. The big Injun
as’d planned the job came torrid to fas’n on the
nest. He had to be blamed keerful about it,
too, for ef that hoss’d wunst suspected what
was goin’ on, he’d ’a’ kicked the chief’s copper-
colored brains out, sure’s a gun.

“Then the signal was give, the halters cast
loose, an‘ the plug took out—just’s another In-
jun give the boss a cut ’crost the rump with a
hick'ry switch.

“The critter flung out with both heels,
knockin’ the hornets’ nest loose, an’ sendin’ it
spinnin’ back ’mong the naked red-skins, which
ran eVery which way, h0wlin’ like mad!

“Away we went, the boss an’ me, like a
streak, but the noble beast took as good keer of
me as if I had been a baby. On an’ on we
went, tell late in the arternoon we fetched up
at the stockade, ’thout me ever gettin’ a
scratch!” _

“That’s a queer story, Uncle Josiah,” said
little Tommy Bender, whose eyes had grown
bigger and bigger as he listened.

“Waal, no—not so very,” returned Uncle
Josiah. “You see the black boss was one the
Injuns’d stole from me a short while store: an”
the big chief was a feller l’d befriended wunst.
He knowed both me an’ the boss, though I
didn’t know him in his paint an’ feathers. Be-
fore tyin’ on the nest he took keer to cut the
whang ennymost through, an’ when they guv
Blackey the cut, the chief guv the nest a {much

just in time to make it drop ag’in at the crit-
ter’s heels, takin’ good keer to keep out of the
way hisself. Bless you! I was as safe on
Blackey 3 back as I am sittin’ here, an’ the big
chief knowed it.”

 

 

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