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CUSTER'S CHARGE.

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BY GEORGE WALDO BROWNE.

 

“ Forward—charge !” the Chieftain thundered,
Custer gallant and renown’d,
Tried on many a battle-ground:—
Flashed in air his gleaming sword.
As the lightning‘s streaming flash—
Flashed while rung the ringing word.
As the thunder’s sounding crash”-
What though outnumbered?
“ Chargel’ he said.
Into the sulphurous breath
Of the whirlwind of death
‘Twas t uster led !—
Three hundred heroes meeting
Three thousand demons greetin !
’Mid the crash of lead and flas 1 of steel,
And the clash of war-steeds’ iron heel,
With the yell of foeman fell,
And the cry ascending high,
All in one tumultuous rattle.
Like the breakers driven o‘er
The rock-bound, riven shore,
Inward set the tide of battle!

Where volley‘d shot and war-cry thundered,
Custer charged with his three hundred!
Hemmcd in on every hand

Forward sped the dauntless band,

O'er the wild flelds‘ redd’ning sods,

Recking not the desperate oc dsl

0n !

The trees flung out their legions,
The rocks poured forth their hosf s,
The very earth the ghastly ghosts
Of fiends from the infernal regions
Till eVery bush, and bough, and brier—
Every leaf of the wildered wood,
Bathed in th‘ dew of blood,
Bore the fruit of fire!
Breathed the breath of death l
Into this fire-breathing fell—-
Into the furnace of hell! ._
“ Rally, boysl we most go throughl
Rallied they with purpose new
To regain the battle lost.
Recking not the fatal cost.

. ’Mid the crash of lead and flash of steel,
With the clash of war-steeds’ iron heel,
Din and cry ascending high.
All in one tumultuous rattle,
Like the breakers driven o'er
The rock-bound, riven shore,
Surged the stormy tide of battle!

Only death in th’ air, the reeking sand,
In the flood before—on every hand!
Face to face, and hand to hand, the foes
Madly meeting dealt their lightning blows;
And though falling, (lying. rose again, .
That they might avenge their own death-pain!
Their life-blood dyeing the sods.
Where the lightnings seetlie.
In the whirlwind‘s teeth,
They dared the deadly odds.

With the clash of war-steeds” iron heel
’Mid the crash of lead and flash of steel.
With the yell of victor fell,
And the prayer ascending there,
All in one tumultuous rattle.
Like the breakers driven o’er
i he rock-bound, riven shore,
Broke the crimson tide of battle!

Fighting bravely. fighting well,
Custer and his three hundred fell,
True as the Spartan heroes bold,
Who gave their blood on field of old
For the temples of their gods,
Recking not the fatal odds.
Sounds no more the wild strife’s rattle;
Like the waves receding o’er
The seaward leading shore,
Ebbed the deadly tide of battle.
Who’s the victory won?
Out of the lightning's breath,
Out of the tempest of death,
Came—7m! on.» .’
Honor him the charge he gave;
Honor them the true and brave.

 

 

A Pretty Housebreaker.

BY run EX-l)El‘UTY—SIIERIFF.

IT is an odd story that I am going to tell
and though I have been in public life a good
many years, I don’t remember to have ever
run across a queerer case.

At the time this leetle incident happened, I
was holding the office of deputy-sheriff, u ) in
the northern part of the State of New ork.

I lived in a small village of ’bout a thousand
inhabitants, on the St. Lawrence River.
Springville, I will call it, which is near
enough, for some of the parties I am going to
write about are still living, so I ain’t anxious
to name the town, for every Tom, Dick and
Harry to put fingers onto the real people.

The village was a center for the rich agricul—
tural country around it.

Most of the farmers in the neighborhood
were tpretty well off, and one in particular was
well xed; Obadiah Skinner he was called, a
close-fisted old Shylock, with a two-hundred—
acre farm and money out at mortgage in all di-
rections.

He was one of the kind of men, you know,
who, when they get hold of a quarter, squeeze
it so hard that the eagle screams; but he was
as square as a die, for all that.

He was an old bachelor; his brother Eben
and his wife lived on the farm with him, and
Eben’s wife run the house, and she was a Tar—
tar from Tartarvillel

Eben was as different from his brother as
daylight is from darkness; for while Obadiah
was open and above-board, Eben was as sly a
cuss as ever drew the breath of life.

The elder brother was a worker—as good a
farmer as there was in the county—while the
younger was a slouch and shirked all he could.

Eben had a son—a might nice young man.
named Obadiah arter the el er brother—a reg’-
lar gentleman, but took arter his dad in not be-
inglmuch on the work.

e was good—natured and willing, but didn’t
have no backbone; just the sort of a chap who
would have madea furst—class loaferif he hadn’t
been too much of a entleman.

Wa—al, now, in spite of this, old Obadiah was
jest as fond of the young man as if he had been
his own son, and when any one predicted that
he wouldn’t never make anything, the old chap
would fire up and say that the boy was all
right, for he intended to leave him all he was
worth, and he wouldn’t have to work.

Now there was a real handsome gal in the
town, making her living as a dressmaker,
Pauline Ashniore, daughter of Judge Ashmore,
who used to be one of the big uns of the coun-
ty, but got to speculating ant died bankrupt,
leaying his gal to hoe her own row.

The judge’s darter was a delicate kind of a
gal, but plucky and full of grit, and although
every one said she was killing herself by inches,
yet she stuck to her work, having two little
brothers to look arter.

Now what does young Oby do but go and fall
in love with this gal, and old Oby thought :it
was just the cheese, for, as he said, such a wife
as the judge’s daughter would make a man out
of him.

The gal was wise though, and although she
liked the young man, she was not blind to his
faults, and she said right out that she would not
marry a man who was not able to support her.

Then old Skinner came to the fore.

He had set his heart upon the marriage, so he
agreed to settle a thousand dollars a year on
Oby—put ten thousand dollars in trust for him
as earnest, and further said that at his death he
would leave all his property to the roung man.

So the marriage took place am the young
folks went to live on the Skinner farm,but
Eben’s wife managed to make it so disagreeable
for the young gal—taking care to work it so
that _old Oby never got onto her tricks—that
the judge’s darter was glad to clear out, arter
standing it ’bout three months, and come to live
in the village.

Just a week arter this old Skinner was found
dead in his bed one morning.

He had been suffering from heart disease and
the doctor had warned him that he mi ht be
taken away at any moment, so his deat was
not unexpected.

The judge’s darter and I had allers been good
friends, for the old man had helped me many a
time. when I needed help, and artei' his death I
did all I could for the gal.

(See last column.)

 

   

 

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EBuffan Bill’s Career.

Tm: career of Buffalo Bill has been, in all
respects, remarkable. Probably no living man
has seen more of life in its most romantic and
startling phases, or experienced more changes
of fortune, or had a wider ran re of acquaint-
ance, or more interested the public in his person-
al ( ualities and character.

homing out of the Wild West when it was
indeed wild—when what is now farms and
ranches and cattle ranges was the almost limit-
less feeding—ground of the buffalo, the home of
the savage and untamed Indian, and the haunt
of the dreaded outlaw—he is, literally, a Child
of the Plains—the Knight of the Border—the
truest type of the Man of the West.

In early boyhood his father was killed—mun
dered in the so—called “ Kansas war,” when the
border ruflians overran the new settlements of
Eastern Kansas,and murder, pillage and violence
for several years held wild riot. It was then
the mere boy so asserted himself that, before he
was fifteen years of age, little Billy Cod was
noted in Kansas for his nerve, for his rea, iness

 

 

 

 

 

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The Raider 0‘33. Rangers.

A Story of the “fth and Thrilling
Life of‘\v1llhun L. Taylor.

 

BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM,

“TEXAS JACK," “ iii'cKsKiN SAM," arc.

 

For this story (‘Olllplotp got

Beadle’s Half-Dime library No. 497.
Ready February 1.

 

Al"l‘ll()R ()F “BUFFALO HILL," “WILD BILL,” ,

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l for any dangerous service, for his truthfulness
i and for his intelligence.

Such a boy could but “ make his mark " even
ariiong men noted as bordcruien, and from ono
during or arduous )crforniance to another he. so
progressed in pub ic estimation that when he
was eighteen years old he was known from the
Missouri to the lted River of Texas as oncol' the
best shots, one. of the most expert horsemen, ono
of the most successful hunters, one of the most
daring scouts, one of the west skilled Indian-
fighters, one of the most sugar-ions guides, and
the most fearle>s Pony Express carrier in all the
land!

To trace his course from that day to this is a
story so full of wild adventure, so roiiuintic, so
heroic, so full of remarkable episodes, so associ-
ated with Custer and Carr and other great liidi-
an campaigners, so characterized by generosity
and inanliness, and so accon‘ipanicd with the
admiration and applause of the people that, to-
day, he stands forth as one man of fifty millions
—-a representative type of the true American.

111 such a life the romance writer finds ready—
made material; in such a career acts, and facts,
and actualities are but to be reproduced in nar-
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est, most varied interest. Hero is a hero who is
no myth,no fiction; mid American literature
has found in him such ii character as gives to
itan originality, ii virility, that lifts it. at once
to a now plane.

It has been the good fortune and thc oxcccd-
ing pleasure of the publishers of this pit )l'l' to
pluccbcfoi'c renders a considerable nuni NW of
stories of the Wild West, from the pens of
writers of national fume, in which Bullqu Bill
is the central figure, and in which many of his
plains pards are associated with lIIIIIH-llll' rely
real cpisodcs in his strange and exciting ifc.

It has, also, been our especial good fortune to
obtainjrom Mr. ('ody’soirn howl, "considerable
number of romances of wilderness lifewof army
life, of Indian life, of mountain and mining
life, of lite. on the ranges—in all of which we
have what is, unquestionably, some of the most
unique, interesting and stirring works in Ameri—
can romance. literature.

What they are the appended list will indicate;
and in commending them to the notice of all

 

whose interest in the Wild West has been quick-
ened by this oliEAT REALISTH‘ ExrosirioN,
we provide for them a further pleasure, for
which, we are sure, they will thank us.

 

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So the moment she heard of' the old man‘s

' death she came to me. There wasn’t any lawyer

in the village, so she came to nie_for advtce.

The old man had made a will just before sho-
concluded to quit the. farm,leaving all his prop~
erty to her in trust for her husband, With the
exception of a tcn-thousand-dollar farm to Mrs.
Eben, for, as he said, Eben himself was too
careless with money to be trusted. _

And as he wanted Mr. amers. Eben to wit:
nose the will, which he drew out. himself, he
made a deed of the. farm to tlie‘wonum, so as to
take the property out of the Will. '

You see, in spite of his knowledge of his
brother’s weakness, he had perfect faith in his
honesty, which was more. than the most of
people had, myself included, for it was my
private opinion that .Eben was a rascal and
would play the rogue whenever he got ii chance.

The gal wanth me to go up to the house and
see about the will which she said Would. prob~
abl , be found among ()badiah’s papers in ii
little iron safe which stood in the olr man’s bed~
room. _

I didn’t tell the gal, but 1 war worried when
I found that such a valuable. document was
where Eben could get hold of it.

You must remember that nobody had seen
this will ’cept the old man and the. twri “‘li.
nesscs, the people most interested in its d: struc-
tion, for in the. absence of a Will Eben, of course,
would come in foi'ull the property, and betwocn

on and me, and tho l)6( post, I believed that
lben would destroy the will in a minute if it.
came into his hands.

The thing turned out just as I expected.

When I got to the house lIIlll mm c known my
business, both Eben rind his wife laughed at the
idea that his brother had made a will.

“If he did, I know nothing about itl”thc
rascal declared.

“If ()badiah ever told any such yarn lo l’ol-»
1y,” as they all called the gal, “ he was jest fool
in r her.”

glow I knew this was a lie, for the old man
wouldn’t do such a thing.

I consulted a lawyer, but he said he didn‘t see
what could be done. No doubt the will had ex~
isted, and, undoubtedly, it had been destroyed,
but it couldn’t be proved.

\Vlienl made my report to the gal her fiice
grew deadly white.

“ I will not submit to this wrong!” she cried
“ If the law will not aid me then I must be a
law unto iriyselfl"and away she went, all ex‘
citeinent.

Wild, foolish talk, of course!

Two days artcr that though, Eben Hklnncl‘
came tearing into my office one morning, as
white as a ghost.

His house had been broken into and robbed.

He had been all alone in the house, Mrs.
Eben being away, had gone to bed as usual and
had been roused from his slumber by ii terrible
headache.

To his astonishment he discovered that there
was a light burning in the. room, and he had
been bound hand and foot, with a r0 re placed
around his neck and fixed around the liigh head
of the bedstead in such a manner that. a pull on
the other end Would hang him.

A slight, boyish-looking fellow, with crape
over his face, held the end of the rope. and
when he saw that Eben had recovered his senses
——hc had been drugged with chlorofornr~he
was threatened with instant death unless he
rcvculcd the secret hiding-place of his trcri»
sures.

The man was a cur, and he yielded when he
got a taste of the rope.

And now crime the most astounding part of
thrl trilc.

'l‘hc IllflHkl‘ll robber ho rlcclltrcd to be his
son‘s \vil'c, and he wanted inc to arrest. hci‘ ini
iiicdiritcly.

Anxious for to Hcc what she had to any for
herself I agreed to do It and look the rum: along
with inc. '

As I lmd expected, the gul luuglu d at the m-
cusntion, rind dcllcd Eben lo pi'ovo it.

(if coiirscl was in to help the girl, but said I
couldn’t do unyl hing without some proof, when,
jest us careless lll-l you please, the girl said:

“ ()h, by the way, that missing w ill llllH been
found. My lawyer has it.“

The hull thing flushed on iiic at. once.

The i'iiscul hiid played the fool, :is many an-
other i'iiscnl has done before: he secreted. but
did not destroy the Will, and the gal had
taken the law into her own hands, jest as she
said.

Although a man in office. I didn’t think I was
called upon to go into the affair, and so no lift»
ceedings were ever taken.

The gal got her money, and Mr. and Mrs.
Eben emigrated: and since that time S Willy,“-
ville luis never been troubled with A rctty
Housebreaker

 

maestro BILL
AUTHOR AND HERO

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