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BT SAEAII It, LCRXAS, OK LOXDOX.
They Wf re toct-ther adde lr fcldo.
The living hero and the dead:
The Emperor In hU martial pride.
Surrounded by hia warrior tried;
The King within his narrow bed ;
"While many a blood-stained banner Jiang
Its shadow, as above ft hung!
Ah! who maytell what thoaehts were rif
Within Napoleon' mighty breast. ,
As there, instinct with health and life,
Tboach fresh from scenes of cory strife.
He bent shore the monarch rest f
Or what comparisons might spring,
As Fancy soared en Memory's wing?
lRaeh bore a haloelrcled name.
Traced deep in clary's high record;
Each shared an equal thirst for fame
Stern and unyielding -each the aame
Fierce grasper of the crown and sword :
Though one, by lineage, claimed bis right.
The other wrested it by might!
"Kme then before bis mental view;
The past, in all it dark array t
Saw he, in shades of fearful hoe.
The long career of crime that grew
Out of that sad display I
lleard he the heart-wrung groans of all
Whom tyranny bad doomed to fall f
Pierced be the meretricious glare
Which glory wrapped around his brow?
Saw be. In truth, bow futile were
The scheme of wild ambition there.
Since vkat was Frederick tune!
A heap of mouldering dirt alone
The level of the lowliest one !
Of what avail were pomp and state.
The laureled wreath of bright renown!
Ken while with victory elate,
Wheeled by the iron hand of Fate,
The conqueror was stricken down!
.And, powerless to avert his doom, .
Lay captive in the silent tomb!
Ah! was one thought evoked, that he,
lie, too, mut bend beneath the sway
JJl-powerfal though be then might be.
And proud of his high destiny
Of one whom none msy disobey!
That he, whom nations lied before,
iiust one day fall, to rise no more!
God knows if In bis pride of power,
lie laid thfs lesson to bis heart;
Or if, in that deep, solemn hour,
He might from death's sepulchral bower
A sadder, better man depart;
Yet on he went, from field to field.
Till forced himself at last to yield !
Then, when ambition's dream was o'er;
When glory's sun no longer shone;
When on St. Helena's rocky shore.
Which, living, he might leave no more.
He paced, an exile lone;
The stare, yet master of hi fate
His greatness gone himself more great
flight not the memory of that hour
He spent beside Great Frederick's tomb.
In all the plenitude of power,
re Fortune's clouds began to lower.
Have reconciled him to his doom ?
Slight not the thoughts which then arose.
Aw soothe him in his bosom's throes!
Ah. yes! 'twere hard to say that one
Whom adverse Fate had overtaken ;
Who meteor-like no longer shone.
Whose every earthly hope was gone.
Was yet by higher hope forsaken!
T)h! he who once had sonficd at aU,
Perchance owned mercy in hUaU!
It waa midnight, October 6; IcOO.
f elect ftom
THE SHOT IN THE EYE!
A TALE OF Cltraii VKOXG AXD WILD KEVEXCE.
iiy oil. cms. roniiKsT.
A SL'KK MIOT.
To any reader whoso want of information on
the subject may canse the scenes painted in this
narrative to wear in his eyes a look of iuiproba
liility, we would say that it would hardly bo an
exaggeration to assert that there is no considera
ble mi-Hou of country, west of tho Alleghanies,
which, at some period of its history, has not been
the theatre of the exploits of " Kcgnlators, un
der that name, or some other which meant the
As for the main facts of the story, they hardly
roiuire the feeblest touch of fictitious combina
tion to bring them out in all the wild romance of
iheir startling reality.
A gentle slope, leading to the margin of a gur
gling stream of the purest water, bad been denu
ded f its trees by some freak of nature, leaving a
natural prairie, of a few acres in extent, surroun
ded by the primeval forest, and making altogeth
er one of tlie loveliest nooks, to the eye of a
-"squatter" especially, in all Shelby County.
?earone side of the opening, and not far from
the edge of the little " run," a rude but comforta
ble cabin had been built, the freshness of whose
split-shingle roofing, indicated its completion,
and the ringing of the axe, in the woods near by,
announced that other "improvements" of some
kind were in progress. .
This was tho humble, but, to him, all-sufficient
dwelling of Jack Long, the hunter.
lie uao, no nouuu u ummii ..... .-e - -for
there was not an inch of fanner jn him; he
was a hunter, and nothing else. Still, the little
-prairie would furnish grass for his rough-coated
and hardy old horse, and if he took a notion to
raise a patch of corn, there was his laud all ready
for the plough, more than be would need.
A happy man was Jack Long, ash- surveyed
his new surroundings, after ho had brougnt his
equally happy family to their home, for the cll
mate was perfect, tho location a good one. the
-woods were fairly alive with game, and he didn't
know of a neighbor for ten miles in any direction
Jack was swinging his heavy axe as if it were
a toy, sinking it to the eye at every clip, and
hardly seeming to exert his huge frame.
" Huge t "You might say so! Seven feet sev
en inches in his moccasins, and so well propor
tpoued that he by no means looked as large as he
tivas, unlets some man of ordinal wa8 stand
ing bv him. Then, however, he did loom up.
' Dad!" exclaimed a boyish voice near him, in
,1 somewhat excited tone.
"What is it, Billy T " ..,...
"The bov said nothing more, but bis father's
.eves followed his directing finger towards the top
jifa towering sycamore at a little distance, ana
jitonce detected the object of the boy s excite--jnent.
Billy was hardly in his teens, but his keen
young eyes were not apt to misa anything in the
woods. , , ,
" I'aintcrl-Jcrusha, what a whopper! won
der if he's been tbar all day!"
Jack never moved without his rifle, a long,
jieavy piece, of a somewhat larger calibre than
usual, and in an instant he was stealing from
tree to tree to reach a better "range.
The panther was not unmindful ofnis move
ments, tint the height of the tree, and it?
what isolated position, made it quite probable
that the brute lad been there nil day, and only
waited a good chance to get away.
It was too late now, however, and he crouched
upon the knotted branch which had so long con
cealed him, with arching back and waving tai I,
as if meditating a spring, even from that lolly
And,ina moment or so, he made one. though
not exactly in a way to please himself, for. as the
rifle came steadily to Jack's brawny shoulder and
poured out its fierce Jet of flame, the "P"tL
gave one convulsive bonnd and fell heavily
among the crashing nnder-brush, dead.
There needed no'second bullet, and when, with
a ringing whoop of triumph, the
striding np to finish his work. ft "-
Memed to be to ascertain if his bullet kA gone
jtut to suit him, and it undoubtedly had, ,
Why did it suit him .. f.
Because a single glance assured him that the
panther had been hot in the e. ye plumb and true,
without tho deviation of a line. .n-.v-
Jack Lopg never damaged Taluable iWna.oy
c"rjn"f them for inches with ragged bullets, nor
ii. nave n,f k' nuS l'mus through miles
' of brush and brake and brier after wounded game;
one glance at a critter's eye was all he wanted,"
and he generally got that.
The carcass was a heavy one, bnt the gigantic
hunter swung it to his'shnnlders as if it had been
a kitten, and strode off towards his cabin with
his prize, willing enough to get away for awhile'
from his axe-work. Uncle Sam's trees were not
likely to suffer much from him, and it was the
joy of his life that all under his roof shared in the
enthusiasm for bunting which almost made it
impossible for him to do anything else. There
was perfect accord under that humble rooftree.
THE TWO IlirXTERS.
At the door of his hnmble home, Jack was met
by the smiling face and pleasant voice of the still
fresh and handsome wife who'bad followed him
all the way from far-off Kentucky, and who was
reaily to follow her matchless and devoted hun
ter as much further into the wilderness as he
chose to go.
Jenny Long was a hooter's daughter, and, if
her garments were plain and her speech rude, her
heart was warm and sound, and ber affections as
true as when, years before, a mere girl, she had
plighted her troth to the best shot of all the "blue
Clinging to his skirts, gazing, half in glee and
half in fear, at the furry monster which her fath
er threw down at the threshhold, was a blue-eyed
little beauty, of two, or thereabouts, and, when
one gazed at the rustic group for a moment, there
was no need of auy wonder that all the soul of
the simple-hearted hunter was wrapped up in his
little family. No danger of a man's wasting his
time at the "grocery," with such a wife and such
children waiting for him at home.
"Tell ye what, Jenny," said the hunter, "you
must git up that a'rskiu in fust rate stlc, an'
I'll take it over to the Squar'. It aint the vallcr
on't, bnt ho wur right good naturM in giving us
that lift when the old waggin broke down."
"That's so, Jack; 'taint often he'll see a skin
like that, I reckon, even in Texas. Any how, he
won't take it"nnkindly."
"Yas, it's right smart of a painter!" broke, in a
rongh, grating sort of a voice, just behind them.
Thry had lieen too busy among themselves to
note the approach of a stranger, and even Jack
was somewhat startled, bnt the voice continued
"Needn't jump! I'm nolxidy but old Joe Pars
ley. Kuow'd je'd settled ill this yer bottom, an
thought I'd look in on yer. Iteckon you're the
right sort, an' darned glad you've come, I am!"
The speaker was a short, broad shouldered,
knotty looking old fellow, with an ugly, grinuey,
seamed, yet withal kindly fac, and evidently be
longing to the same uiimistakeable class of men
as Jack, except, that his bnekskius were by no
means in as good repair as those which came
every night under the vigilant supervision of
Jack welcomed the unexpected gnest heartily,
for there is a sort of freemasonry among such
men, and they understand one another at a glance.
It was near noon, and venison steaks were on
the coals in less than no time.
After a plentiful meal the two hunters lighted
their pipes, and liegin to discuss matters and
things in general, as if they had known each oth
er for years.
"Gwine np to the Corners to the shooting
match, next Saturday f " asked Joe Parsley.
"Didn't know thar was to be ope," answered
" Wall, thar is," was the reply. "An' I reckon
that'll be right smart of fellers thar. Specially
a heap of our sort."
'What do you meau by our tbrtt" asked Jack.
"Why, hnntin' men, and that kind of fellers.
Reckon yer don't know what sort of a wasp's nest
you've lit onto."
"Hain't seen no wasps yet, nor hornets nnther."
" Wall, it's only neighborly to say a word to ye,
thus. Nobody don't know whar I live at. It's
over thar in the timlwr. Show ye, some day.
Stump all thn bloodhounds in the Red Lands of
Texas to find old Joe Parsley, you bet!
"Wall, there's three, kinds of meu in Shelby
County, Texas, 'bout these days: thar's the
thieves an' cusses, an' they're so mixed up with
the other kinds that ye can't separate 'em, no
how. Siftin' won't do it. Then thar's tho rich
planters, an' thar ain't many of them not enough
to pnrtect themselves an' then thar's tho hunt
ers, like you an' me an' the, dod rot cm! thar's
what they call the Regulator!"
"What a they!"
"Wall, you'll larn, soon enough, without my
tcllin', only I want to warn ye to let the dog-goii-ed
scoundrels alone. They hate onrsort on sight.
Either a feller's got tojine in with them in all
their deviltry, or else they go to work to root
him out, they do!" . . ,
"What, s'posen he minds his own businessf"
"That's just what they don't want. If thar
was too many honest men in the country, wn,
they couldn't stav. That's what's the matter."
''Who's chief f"
"A feller named Hindi; an' a meaner, cussed
er skunk, never waited too long for a rope. You
fi"ht shy of him. Meantime, I'll put ye along
side of our fellers, an' mebbe you'll find some
chaps vou'Il take to nat'rally." , ...,,,
In the course of the conversation which follow
ed, Jack discovered that Shelby County was in
deed in a most deplorable condition, having been
made a sort or a "city of refuge" for all the iufa
mons rascals w ho had found even Arkansas and
the coast country, too nearly civilized to tolerate
Jack cast more than one uneasy glance at tho
buxom form, aud blooming face of Jenny, as he
listened to the boding narration of his new ac
quaintance, and inwardly vowed to follow the ad
vice tendejed, to avoid all connection or compli-
..;., with yiia mifirnanis ueBcniPcu.
At last, picking up his rifle, for his eootiskin i
cap bad never left his shaggy hsrj, Joe Parsley
liadc his host anrt lio-'ess a rnuh gooiHlay, ana
once more disappeared among the shadows of the
Jack sat on a log by the door-way, scratching
the head of old Cot, the huge deer-hound, who
lay by him, and pondering in his own slow mind
the unpleasant picture which had lieen presented
to him, littleexpectingany other visitorthat day,
when a sweet and silvery voice fell upon his can
"If von please, sir"
"iley! Whatf" exclaimed. Jack, springing to
"I have lost my way!"
The new visitor was a young'lady, of eighteen,
or thereabout, decidedly handsome, and more than
commonly well-dressed for tbat.tima and region.
She was mounted on a light-limbed, but fast look
ing pony, and was altogether as pleasant and at
tractive a picture as had ever looked in upon that
particular "clearing." ' ....
Jack was taken aback for a moment, but he
quickly collected his wits, and replied:
"Sorry for that, Miss, but where was ye
cwinel" . '....
"Whv, I am Came Brown. Jlr. Hinch s niece,
and I wa on my way home this morning, when I
missed the path." . .
"Wall, yon hart missed it, an7 no mistake!"
said Jack. "How on arthcomeyeto git so fur
outofverwayf You'll have to cut over by way
The young lady colored a little at this, but by
this time Mistress Jcuny had come to "". hus
band's assistance, and it needed little urging to
nersuade the tired and hungry girl to dismount
and partake of needed refreshment.
She had been on a visit at the house- of an aunt,
" S BasT "dbeanrnr " ?7 "ft
rls. now-a-days, and with an honest, trustful
Eokin Kneyes, they went straight to the
heart of the hunter, and made him, with Jenny's
52" "-i lnAt.at once to go with her
tnu rP.'' ' w Weir on the home track.
be a long, ham nae ""H"7' ?"" "T,n
off they stalled.
THE ntlEJO MEET-
TI, tir eirl seemed to know, as If by instinct,
tlSttaSifc in the care of the by no means
derbrnsh, or around among the "mottes" on their
route for "home road."
Jack learned more than she thought from her
a, new, cituvcrsauuii, aim worn at last ne leu uer
on a plain, well traveled road, with whose fea
tures she seemed to be quite familiar, Carrie lit
tle knew bow shrewd an opinion she had enabled
her huge friend to form of more than one inter
esting feature of her little life history and sur
roundings. For her own part, she was charmed with the
kindly and hearty good nature of her guide, and
meant every wonl she said, when she bade him
carry ber love to his wife and children, as he al
most unceremoniously turned from ber and strode
away, on his long march back to them.
We must leave Carrie for a short time, and go
back with him.
Nearly a mile had he accomplished, Aud in a
very short time for, heavy aniLIazy- as he look
ed, his muscles were of iron, and he was used to
long tramps when his ears were sainted by first
one rifle report, then another, at no ery great
distance in advauce of him.
The w ell-known sound seemed like a bngle call
to Jack Long, and he sprang lightly forward.
A few moments brought him into a broad, open
glade, aud as he entered it, a fine buck leaped out
of the opposite hushes, and, with a few convul
sive bounds, fell dead at a few paces beyond
n here the hunter stood.
"The fellow that shot him, won't .lw long com
ing, now," said Jack; and he was right, for ho
could e en then hear the crash of breaking twigs,
as some one came rushing through the under
growth, ud, pretty quickly, the form of a tall,
well-dressed youth made its apjicaraiice, bearing
a double rifle, Inch accounted for the two re
ports heard by the hunter.
Jack Long at once recognized the new-comer.
"Wall, Mister Charlie Orover, two shots at one
buck, and he able to rnn art er both on 'em! I
reckon I'd better gin you a lesson or two."
"Hullo, Jack, is that youf Well, 'taint evcrv
ImnI.v can handle a rifle like yourself. But I kill
ed the buck on the jump, anyhow. Why haven't
yon het.ii over to see us f The old squire took
quite a shine to you. Been telling everybody he
met about your shooting. Did you find the bot
tom he told you of !"
"How ye do tongue it!" exclaimed Jack. "Yes,
I found the place when I first come, and had the
cabin built there at that very time. I war only
arter Jennie aud the children, then."
"All right, but what brought jou over to-day t
Coming to see iisf "
"Not 'zactly!" was the reply, and then, with
more than one keen side glance of his merry black
eyes, Jack Long detailed the adventure of Carrie
Brown, adding, with affected simplicity, "and I
reckon, likely, she lost ber way, tlnnkin' to strike
the lower road; mebbe she had nn idea o' mcetin'
Charlie Grovcr was decidedly a young man,
aud he colored to the very roots of his clustering
"Needn't redden np like that," said Jack;
"she's the pootiest creetnr, a' most, that ever I
sectl. Don't you wish you'd found her, instead of
big Jack Longf "
Well, I do ! " said Charlie, frankly. " The old
gentleman don't like Hinch, nor any of that
crowd. No more does she, for that matter, but
"But then, that interferes with both the voung
folks!" said Jack. "I see! All right! If you
want a lift from Jack Long, all you've got to do
is say the wonl. I reckon yu won't have to shoot
tw ice at that game.''
Charlie colored again.
Without intending it, he and Carrie had made
a confidant of the gigantic hnnter, though, for
his own part, the young planter was by no means
sorry, as be had taken a great fancy to his rough
The deer was next attended to, and Charlie
could but admire the easy strength with which
Jack Long slung him on his broad shoulders.
"Lead the way, Charlie," be said; "you and
yer dad give me the tallest kind of a lift, and
turn alxmt's fair play."
The two friends, so very unlike to'all appear-'
ances, strode on towards "the squire's," chatting
as they went, on terms of entire equality.
A short two miles brought them to the planta
tion, w ith its plain but spacious buildings, and
its broad surrounding of fertile acres, and here
Jack licthought him of his wife, who must be
waiting his return; with many a mutual express
ion of good w ill, the two shook hands, and the
hunter disappeared in the forest.
Near the centre of Shelby County, at the meet
ing of two main roads, was gathered a wrinkling
group of log-houses, the only thing like a village,
or "town," fur many a long mile.
Ono good sized frame building contained all
there was of tavern and "store." Even the
school-house was of logs. Shelby was in all re
respects a "frontier Couuty" in those days.
A motley crowd had gathered at tho "Comers"
on the Sat unlay after Jim Parsley's appearance at
Jack Long's, for there was to lie a shouting match
as well as political meeting.
With the latter, our story has very little to
do. Indeed, politics were too much all one way
in Shelby, to be at all interesting, and as fur Jack
Long, he had "nary politic" except the proud
recollection of having "voted for Harry Clay
every time, in old Kentnck."
The crowd was, as wc have said, a motley one:
a few tolerably well dressed planters, a large
nuiulier of rough', but somewhat flashily got up
men, of ovcrliearing and swaggering demeanor,
who stalked around in h.Hf tipsy dignity, as if
aware of some special importance of their own
for these were the dreaded, an. generally hated
Regulators-and. a ihinl class, liesidcs the " ,,uor
whiles'" proper, and tbs colored people, whose
bncksVi" Iia'uiiimcuts and nulo speech, as well as
their uronzeil taces anil orawny tonus, proeiauneti
their identity as hunters the free and fearless
riflemen of the western lionler.
Every body seemed toknow everybody else, and,
if there were any evil feelings abroad, they were
concealed, as yet, under a semblance of rude good
"I say, Joe Tarsley." roared a broad shoulder
ed, heavily built, middle aged man, with some
pretensions to dress, "where'sthat wonderful shot
o' yourn I Reckon yon needu't brag on a man
that won't show himself."
"Don't yon be in a hurry! Meblie he'll be
here, and then again p'raps he wont; bnt, if Jack
Long doe come, he km snoot the eves out of the
"The h 1 he can! Wall, then fitch him long!
Ill bet a nile I can out-shoot, out-walk an' ont-
fght any deer-killer, in Shelby Connty."
"Ob,"ye kin irifp him easy enough," said Joe
Parsley, "JacK Long is a JcriJccuap, mil men no
kin shoot some!'
"Hallo, Joe, is that the Jack Long yon are
blowing about? asked a good-looking, elderly
planter. "Well, he is a sort of dwarf, but I'm
afraid Hinch "wHllose his bet on the shooting."
"Is he a friend of yonrn, Squire G rover!" ask
"Yes. and a neighbor too. He's a coodnatnr-
ed, quiet little fellow, that stays at home with
his wife aud babies."
"Oh, hen-pecked, ishef Well, we won't hnrt
him, only if he comes here to-day, we won't be
long in seeing what beis made out of we won't."
More than a little enriosity had been aroused
by the marvelous reports in circulation, as to
Jack Long's shooting.
Hardly auybody had, seen him as yet, and the
reports concerning him' were contradictory.
It was now two months since he "located" in
the lonely bottom, and went to work on his cab
in, and never once had he made his appearance
at the Corners.
It was now afternoon, and about time for the
shooting to begin; fora few brief speeches on pol
itical tnnirs bait twspn listened to and applauded.
and Joe Pa rule v and his friends began, to think
that, after all, 'jack's prudence, or Jenny's, bad
kept him at home.
Jnst, however, as Charlie Grover was about to
ci ve one of his acquaintances a description of the
hnnter, he was diverted by an exclamation from
"Here he comes, after all! Jack, my baby,
wh" on airth did you drop from !"
I . ,rawlnl Jack, in his nsnal slow and lazy
way, I got out of powder an' lead, an' have just
been over to the store arter some. Got enough to
last me a month. How are you, old feller T
i"? LeXt4evdr1Jii8in,n P. erelessof,
or not noticing, the looks of nndjsgnise.1 tonish.-
ment directed at his tall form, or the half sup
pressed merriment with which Charles Grover re
garded the chagrined countenance of Captain
"Charlie, my boy," said Jack, "what ar ye
larfin at me forf Anythin' green about met"
"Nothing bnt the way yon grin," said Charlie.
"Tvebcen telling the crowd what a dwarf you
was, and now yon are here yon don't answer the
A hearty laugh from the deep chest of the hun
ter, was the only reply, while the Regulators ex
Certainly that was not the man, for all his
good uatnred face, with whom any one of them
cared to have a rough and tumble.' Still, it was
clear to Hinch, and many others, that the hun
ters had fixed upon Jack, an a sort of champion,
if not captain. n-- fr
Meantime, the preparations for the match were
speedily completed. "",". ""
The target was only a bit of aboard, about a
foot sonare, with a cross chalked in the centre.
set np for "off-hand shooting" at forty pares.
Hinch seemed to be a sort of a master of cere
monies, perhaiM Captain of the Regulators, and
he reserved his shot until the last.
This way ofjiis suited everybody, for not only
did he have a reputation as about the best shut
in Shelby County, but his temper was so brutal
and quarrelsome, that no one cared to come in di
rect coiiipetiou with him.
As fur Jack Long, like old Parsley and some
others of the hunters, be seemed only to wish to
be a spectator, and stood leaning on his rifle, ma
king no comments that could be heard outside of
the little circle of men of his own class, who had
gathered around him.
Oil the whole, for such a set of men, the marks
nianship was not very good, and Hinch bullied
the riflemen in a strain of profane aud malicious
sarca-sui which might have got any less dangerous
man into speedy trouble.
At last he stepped forward himself, anil in
spite of the many horns of "redeye" whichhe
hail imbibed after a long and careful squint over
the barrel of his rifle, sent his ball almost iuto
the centre of the cross.
It was the best shot yet, and was welcomed by
loud plaudits from his boisterous satellites.
Hinch, himself, was in a high "state of brag,"
aud, turning to where Jack was standing, he
"ComoonJ dwarf come on, JackLonglegs!
Ut's see you shoot! Kin youjieat that shot, off
"Yes, an' not half try!" was the cool, but good
natured response, while the bystanders suddeiily
Jack was several paces further from the target,
but he never moved towanls the "off-hand line;"
his long rifle ruse swiftly and steadily to his
shoulder, seeming to go off of itself the moment
it reached a le el.
He at ouee commenced to reload, while a dozen
men sprang toward tho target. .
In a moment more, a chorus of rongh voices
-proclaimed with numberless oaths, that Jack's
bullet had "plumbed centre, an' no mistake."
Hinch was almost speechless Willi rage anil
mortification. His supremacy in that wild crowd
depended 'too largely upon his reputation as a
marksman, for him to be indifferent to such an
injury to his prestige.
He declared it "an accident," "not' possible to
lie done again," and furiously demanded another
"It ain't no accident!" said Jack Long, coolly.
"Put n i another shingle, an' I'll agree to shoot
through every hole you kin make centre or no
This remarkahlo proposition was eagerly and
Things were lteginning to promise danger
ahead, for Hindi's face was fairly white with
rage, and Charlie Grover w ould liave been alami
de for his friend, but fur his confidence in his
pluck aud skill.
A new target Was set up, aud the crowd waited
in breathless impatience.
Jack Long's simple heart smote him severely
for his rashness in v enturing into snch a hornet s
nest, as he thought of Jenny and the children,
but lie determined to stand the shooting match,
Hinch took bis aim with the ntmost care, but
his anger interfered with his nerves.
Still, the shot was a good one, "in line, aud
less than an inch above centre."
As before. Jack's aim seemed to lie instantane
ous, and, in spite of their fear of Hinch, a per-fi-ct
yell of admiration followed the announce
ment, that Jack's bullet, larger than the others,
had "clean knocked the hole ont."
Such shooting bad never been seen in Shelby
before, and not often, anyw here else.
"Oh, that's nothin," said Jack; "it's a trick
I've got from alien shootin' at the varmint's eyes.
I never like to hit 'em nnywhar's else. It's easy
enough to larn, an' Hinch is a tolerable shot, ar
Tho Regulator Captain was almost crazy with
rum and wrath:
"Yon kin shoot again-n board," ho shouted,
"but yon can't shoot again a rifle! Stand out
thar, an' I'll show ye what shootiu' means in Tex
as! Stand np now!"
But, to the astonishment of everybody, the gi
gantic rifleman had already shouldered his long
rifle, and was striding away np the road.
"Cowaid !" " Sneak !" " Wife's apron! "
"Milk-sucker!" Numberless, were the profane or
obscene epithets hurled after him, by the frantic
bully, and his frantic crew.
Even the hunters looked at each other in blank
dismay, at this defection of their champion, bnt
old Joe Parsley only muttered: "He is thinking
.of his wife!"
And Joe was right.
Partly '.ecanscof the immunity from assault
secured" by bis size and skill, and -partly because
of his ow u kindly nature, Jack hail never qnar
rclled with any living man. He had nc er been
insulted, or "waked up" liefore.
Now, however, his whole frame seemed to be
convulsed with contending emotions, and his
white, "working" face, declared how terrible
was the struggle between the pride of the free
hunter, and the prudence bom of his all-absorbing
love for his dear ones.
He knew that, even if he should kill Hinch, in
the proposed duel, he would lie marked by the
Regulators, and then he thonght of the conse
quences, should Jeeny be left unprotected in that
wild region. His better instincts conquered.
At one moment Hinch fairly levelled his rifle
at the retreating form, but een tbat crowd rais
ed an outcry which deterred him, and he remem
liered that there were far too many planters and'
. So, nothing more deadly than enrses and abuse
followed the hnnter on his homeward path, but
the shooting match was at an end for that day.
As for the Regulators, as if by some mutual un
derstanding, they disappeared, one by one, and
the hunters, themselves, seemed to have complet
ed their day's business at the Comers.
GNDEK THE OAK.
tmonr'ihe first to steal awav. that afternoon.
not even waiting for his father, had been Charlie
His horse had been hitched in the edge of a
grove, at some little distance, and. the moment
he was on his back; he rode briskly away, but
not in the direction of his own home.
The residence, of Captain Hinch lay some five
nilM in another direction, and. oddlv enough, it
was in that very direction that Charlie rciued his.
As he rode aloug the rode highway, however,
from time to time his thoughts found vent in
"It's too bad, to be forever under tho control
of a gang like that! Bobbers, thieves, brutes !
If I was the old man, I'd stand ont against pay
ing any more black mail. If the planters and
hunters would only join hands, we'd soon rid the
countrv of the scoundrels! I dont believe Jack's
a coward. If ii wasn't for Carrie, I'd want to
shoot that villain, myself. Rough time ahead,
It was evident enough that little love was lost
between the planters and the men who pretended
to protect them from lawless-aggressor.
Mile after mile, Charlie Grover rode onward,,
nntil, from the top of rise of ground, be could
look down upon the slovenly batch of rude buil
dings which madenp the home part of which
Hinch was pleaaedto term ihis "plantetoon.''
i .., ,t. -nndoubtedlr. stole more horse in
one year, than he Tailed in ten," stood in need of
MARCH 21, 1872.
only as much stable room and pastures as would
Keep tucm nntil tney conld be rnn on and sold.
Here, however. Charlie turned abrontlv into
the forest, riding more slowly, bnt evidently
Knowing tus way very well indeed.
Haifa mile brought him nut into a little gem
of a minature prairie, in the centre of which
stood a lovely oak, of nnnsnal size.
Under the tree, the young planter reined in his
steed, aud gave a long, shrill whistle, at the same
time springing from the saddle.
The signal was not answered, but, in a few mo
ments, the berry laden bonghs of a thicket on
the opposite side of the little "opening" were
pnshetl assunder by small, white hands, and then
peered timidly forth tho blushing face of Carrie
Sure that Charlie was there, and all alone, she
seemed to gain courage, and stepped lightly for
ward towards the old oak tree. -
Clearly enough, each one knew that t other
wonld be there at about that time, and very im
polite it would be on onr part to describe their
Part tif their conversation, however, turned up
on Jack Long, aud Carrieexpressed her unqualified
approval of his consideration for his wife and chil
dren. "I don't believe he's a coward," said Charlie.
"Nor I, cither!" said Carrie.
"But, Carrie," said Charlie, "I'm afraid there
is serious trouble ahead, and you and I cannot
meet forever under the oak."
"No, indeed, we can't! Uncle Hinch watches
me more and more closely every day, and I know
he hates yonr father."
"And me, too. But what are we to do, unless
yon will be guided by me."-
"Ob, Charlie!" exclaimed the blushing maid
en. " Yonr father wonld never consent!"
"If he didn't consent before, he certainly would
afterwards. At all events, mine you are, and
yon shall marry no one else!"
"NowCharlie, I never will I" .
"Then, you mil. marry me ! I am not so weak,
or such a fool, that I cannot look out for my own
"But Uncle Hinchf He would kill you !"
"No, he wouldn't. He isn't your father, and
be cau't undertake to regulate lore affair: You
and I are not horse-thieves."
"Ha! Charlie, what i that? Some one is
And, like a startled fawn, the young girl sprang
away from fiini, and disappeared among the
trees, in the direction of her uncle's house.
Charlie, too, was quickly in the saddle, for he
had no desire to be found just there and then.
Hardly had the sound of his horse's hoofs died
away on the rustling leaves, before a bronzed
visage peered out from among the tree trunks at
the -cilgo of the opening, aud with a swift but
cautious step, old Joe Parsley strode towards the
"The youug greenhorns!" he muttered. "Well
for them I skcered 'em in time, for the cusses 11
be yer insido of ten minutes. Gerusha! What a
ran I've had ! Now for a quick motiou, if old Joe
ain't gwine to loose his bar."
The old oak tree fooled sound enough, bnt the
wide-trpreading bonghs, were low and more than
one rugged vine swung from them or clambered
along the knotty trunk.
Aided by these, Joe was soon ont of sight among
tho thick foliage; but not to the leaves alone, did
he trust for security.
Iu the very fork of the tree, and hardly more
than thirty feet from the ground, some wise old
liear, now gone to some other qnarters if alive
had scooped out the decaying wood, nntil he bad
mauo nimseii a most comiortable den at least ten
feet in depth.
A shadier and safer retreat, never fell to the
lot of man or men. In the shell-like sides, where
they were thinnest, Joe had bored small anger
holes, near the bottom of the den, aud, from these,
all that happened under tbat tree could be both
heard and seen.
Scarcely was the oueerold fellow safelv en-
sconctd in bis lair, before the sound of other feet
came crashingthroughthe underbrush, and in a
lew moments me trouK 01 tue oalc was surround
ed by men nn foot and on horseback, whoso num
bers momentarily grew, nntil over a score of bru
tal looking, and well armed rumaus. had gather
ed at the rendezvous, so lately sacred to youth
and beauty and love.
Hindi was among them, and kept a sort of tally
of names as they came in. nntil sure of the pres
ence of all of his gaug whom he expected.
TO BE COXTIXfED.
THE AXF. OF THE SF.TTL.V.R.
Tlura mnque ror of the wildemeM,
With kfvn and bloodleM e4ge
H.il I Ui the .tardy artlua
Who wrlded thf, bold wedge!
Thixizh the warrior deem the weapon
Faahioned only for the slave,
YVt the ncttlcr knows thee michtirr
Than the tried Damascus stalrr.
'Voile desolation marketh
The coarse of foeman'a brand.
Thy .tronjr blow acattera plenty
And Etadneea through the land.
Thoa oprneat the soil to culture.
To the aannght and the dews
A nd the vulace spire thou ptantest,
Where of old the forest frew.
VTlni the broad sea toued between them
And their own fair native land,
Thoa wert the faithful aDy
Of the hardy pilirbn band.
Ihey bore no warlike eagles,
Xo banners .wept the aky.
If or the rlarkm, like a trmpert.
Swelled Its fcarral notes on high. 4
But the ringing wild re-echoed
Thy bold, resistless stroke.
Where, like InccnM on the morning.
Went np the cabin smoke.
The tall oaks bowed before thee.
Like reeda before the Mart:
And the earth pat forth In gladneM,
Where the axe m triamnh passed.
Then, ball! thon noble eononernr!
Tbat. when tyranny oppreeVd,
Hewed for oar fathers, from the wDd,
A land wherein to reat. .
Hall! to the power that (lvtth
The boonty of the aoU,
And freedom, and an honored name,.
To the hardy sons of toU. x
A TalrsMeMry. "
The publication of the Dundee HVrlijr, In Illi
nois, has lieen discontinued. This is the sixth
time that the WeeHf, under tho successive pro
prietors, bxs come to an untimely end: and in its
final issne the rules arc turned, and the resonrces
of the office, in the way of ghastly cnts of coffins
and tombstones, are exhausted in the effort to
render suitable mortnary honors to the expiring
journal. And as the editor bad many gaping col-
J! "-.! l.:la IskAntil Itavm laAon fill-
nmns at ins uispuw "- ".. ...- .
ed with paying advertisements, but which, ow
ing to the penuriouaoeea of the non-advertising
population of Dundee, were not so occupied, he
took occasion to fill the vacant space with earn
est and equivocal expressions of his candid opin-
ion in reganl to me piace aura iut iui.
His description of Dundee is hardly calculated to
attract immigration to that particular part of
Kane County. He calls it a Chicago burned into
a crust, by the fires of misery; a San Francisco,
shocked by the earthquakes of meanness, into
grabbing after pennies and cold victuals; aud de
clares that if Gabriel's horn is ever beard within
its precincts, its sound will be drowned out by
the clamors of its hungry people, thinking it an
invitation to a free inneh. He pathetically al
ludes to his own trials, while endeavoring to es
cape starvation, and recites the' melaucholly ex
perience of some of his predecessors, who had
been deluded by fair promises iuto the disastrons
experiment of publishing a newspaper "in this
foul graveyard." as a warning to printers who
may hereafter be enticed to bury their talents in
so unpromising a field. And finally, with sardon
ic glee, he directs the attention of his readers to
a cut. which be tells them represents the very
identical train of cars in 'which he intends to
leave, for any place on the known earth, which
wiUtakehim ontof the sight of the detbiiigs
that walk the street, of Dundee. IJ
prudence was eqnal to his disgnst. hej did not
wait to observe the effect, of hi. Taledictory np-
on the minds of hut partona.
- t- t . .nasoirimr despot U tbe '
nSnpriSeSaLl "Sefe . j
a Hoe's printing prea'm Jibe.
WITH THE WlXatS.
A Tiall f the Mawal Mrrrke anan-He w taw
Weather aZrmwrta sun 3Iaate Owl.
Uncle Sam's forethought in establishing a Sig
nal Service Corps was greeted at first with lunch
derision, and the amiable writers of Democratic
journals harangued against this new proof of the
wanton extravagance of Grant's Administration.
It hail, however, been hardly established before
its value was practically demonstrated, for storms
were foretold with an acenracy which to unscien
tific miutU seems little short of the marvelous.
Along the saboard of tbe Atlantic and Pacific
coasts, and throughout the laku region, it became
speedily understood tbat Captains who neglected
the warnings of its flags endangered the safety
of their vessels and cargoes. Consequently it be-,
came an understood unwritten law that those
who objected to' such "tomfoolery," and knew
Lmore about the winds and weather than all the
bureaus of the earth put together, wonld have to
resign their commands to otliers.whn, though less
gifted by nature iu the weather wisdom, were
more willing to learn from science.
ON TIIK ROOF.
A reporter of the Tiaicv visited the signal station
Cerchcd upon the roof the Equitable Insurace
uilding. He found the stall busily engaged
writing in the office on the sixth floor, uud ou
communicating his desire to see the working of
the system, waa immediately welcomed and re
quested to ascend the roof. This is of Mansard
construction, and the ornamentation rises up in a
variety of designs; but in the centre, at an eleva
tion of 1G0 feet above tbe level, is the little ol
scrvatory. It is built in such a. manner as to
make the temperature withiu tbe same as with
out. The instruments are few and simple. First
there are two thermometers, one showing the
mininum and tbe other tbe maximum degree.
This is done by a very simple and ingenious pro
cess. In the tube in contact with tho mercury is
a small glass rod, to which a hair is fastened.
When the mercury sinks in one it takes the rod
with it, but if it subsequently rises, the roil does
not rise, but remains stationary. And in the oth
er thermometer, which shows the maximum, the
roil is pushed np to its higest point by tbeascending
fluid,and lefttherelikeahightide mark. Next to
this is a we t bulb thermometer, or. to speak more ac
curately, an hygrometer, which marks the amount
of moisture in the air. The next is a large three
foot mercurial barometer. These are all in the
interior. Outside, ou the top of the observatory,
is a high rod something like a lightning conduc
tor. On the topofthisisa peculiar vane,consisting
of four hollow half balls of brass, very snggesti ve
of punch-ladies in appearance. This vane moves
freely on'a pivot, and as the wind rises it twirls
the balls round with such velocity as to present
the likeness of a brass ring. Boneatb the pivot
is a dial plate which marks the velocity in tenths
aud hundredths of a mile. This is tbe anemome
ter, the instrument whose practical value is now
so fully appreciated by shipping men.
Reporter. What do yon consider a dangerous
Signal man. A velocity of twenty-five miles
per hour is considered dangerous, bnt we do not
hoist the flags that foretell dangerous winds nn
til we receive orders from Washington. You
saw how fast tho auemometaa revolved. I pre
sume tbat the wind has a "preant velocity of thirty-five
miles per hour, hut itis not continuous. It
comes oul in gusts, and then dies away. Look
now, and you will see that the vane is slackening,
and in a few seconds will probably stop.
Reporter. Why are on forced to wait for or
ders from Washington t .
Signal man. Because the Bureau is there,' nd
all telegrams from tbe various stations come
there and are compared. Six times a day we
take observations, and three of these we transmit
to Washington by telegram. The other signal
offices do the same. The bonus are 7:47 a. in.,
7:47 p. m.,and midnight. We have telegraphed
the observations taken at 7:47 a. m., and I pre
sume tbe authorities do not consider that the
wind is sufficiently dangerous to warrant the
hoisting of danger flags. If we got the order we
should nave them np in an instant on those two
flag staffs in the front of building. The flag is a
red color with a sqnare of black in tho centre.
But here in New York are so many flag-staffs tbat
there might bo some confusion, so-to obviate that
we hoist the wire drum. Folks call it the storm
'drum, but tbe true signals are the flags.
J'eporter. What do you hoist at night timer
Signal man. Two common ship's lanterns
red, of course. A grand patented affair, very
complicated and expensive, was sent to us from
the Department, but it did not answer; so we fell
back upon tbe old masthead lantern.
Up there upon the roof, with the wimnviwling
about tbe decorations, was a situation rather
uncomfortable, to say nothing of its chilliness.
But it had its charms, for the panorama of New
York spread before the eyes was simply snperb.
The rivers with their shipping, their forests of
masts, their bustling tugs and huge terry isiais,
looking in the distance like water-lieetles; the
streets, filled with moving figures, aud vehicles
whose roar at tbat height was subdued to a f.iint
murmur, like bees swarming; the distant shores
of 8taten Island and New Jersey; the tranqnil
bay, with huge foreign steamers gliding onward
all formed a picture that reconciled the reporter
to even a greater degree of cold, and to fiercer
blasts. Air Tort Timet.
Ta TraM astaneir fr Coauf.agrati.wM.
The fatal defect in American architecture, so far
as durability is concerned, lies in imperfect foun
dations for buildings, and wretched, inflammable,
and wholly unreliable roofing. In this latter re
spect, we may be safely pronounced behind any
other nation: for even the rudest Mexican grea
ser has forethought enough to protect his hovel
by a plentiful use of flay mixed with the msbes
of which it is mainly composed. We, on tbe con
trary, put the kindling wood on the roof, and
then trust to Providence that no spark shall
The oldest records of human genius, ir not of
man's existence, are found in remains of ancient
pottery,- 'tiling, aud brick. They out-date Ihe
Pyramids, and carry the inquirer back to a pe
riod at the very dawn of the race; and are equal
ly found in Europe, Asia, and America. 1-orty
established tbe imperihabilitv' of this materia,
and demonstrated its superiority over any other,
where permanence and safety are among the ob
jects sought for in ita use.
If now we look to modern Europe, we shall
find that more than nine-tenthsof all the buildings
are roofed with tile. It is doubtful if. on the
whole continent, a shingle or tarred roof could be
found in any country. Chicago Pott
X.Iaca OTilh Grermkacks.
Several days ago one of onr saloon keeper mis
sed a $10 note from tbe till, aud, after question
iug his hrln, coududed that one of tbe young men
in his eniiilov had anuroDriated tbe money to bis
own use. After due deliberation, the bar tender
was discharged, and a boy hired in his place.
The first day of the tatter's engagement was mar
ked by an occurrence simitar to tbe one which
led to thedisgrace of his predecessor. Asthesaloo
nist hail placed the money in the drawer bnt a
moment before, and while alone in' the vicinity
of the till, tbe occurrence attracted his attention,
and led to an investigation. Noticing a piece of
the back of of the till gnawed ont, he felt down
into the opening bet-een the casing of the coun
ter, and was snrprised by the sudden exi t nf a rat.
Further investigation revealed a nest lined with
loose change, carried ont of tbe drawer by this
mmble-looteii represeiiiaiivc ,,& t:ia miuuj.
Tbe pieces of the nest were carefully garnered,
and by artful dexterity, and a bottlo of mucilage,
about $11 were realized out of the remains nf $50
or $00. AmpleapolopywMmadetothetdiscbarjred
employe, ami the till so placed a to reveal tbe
"best laid plans o' mice an men" iathe future.
Is Salisbury, England, fbero i an eccrnf rie
gentleman named John Bull. wlr, iuswU upon
wearing a itress iu the fashiou C the time
of King Alfred, and when rerveitly charged with
indecent dressing, quoted in ht defense a statute,
of that monarch, which says that "any dress that
covert tbe body fromTtw ttrck to below the knee
can not be indecent."
Attoxey-Gexkkal Barlow, of New York; waa
one of two "first scholars " in his class at Cam-
linage w no came oat so neany auiac um uu.i-r-
crimination waa wade in their rank, bat two
first pm w a-- of equal rank aa
oat so nearly alike tnatnodia-
WHOLE OT3EBER, 767..
THE CBCKtlV-WOoD CLOCK. ,
With a cherrrwnod caM
And a Jolly -round fare,
Stamlbis JnM in the niche in the wait,
Tkklnz all ni-ht and day.
In the .toadies! war.
Is an oldCwhioned clock in the halL
There'a a epit on the face, '
And there's many a trare
Of a arratdi and a .car on the wood :
And the hands made of brasa.
With an odd shadow paM
O era dial that ages has UssL .
Yrt tbe old click la ticking.
The MYimd hand picking
Ita way around to "SO" i wirej . '
And it rtrikea with a ring.
Like an animate thin
AU the while Wklng old and demure.
Ah! that eherry.wond elnek.
Standing firm aa a rock.
LeokhnrdViwn on the folks efbMlay,
Could tell tale of ita own.
In ita own wIema tone.
Of the past, in it. old fashioned way.
It haa ticked slow and alrong;
In it. monotone Mstg.
When the hwe wa all quiet and still;
It ha. .iwtken so loud.
Almost Joyon. and proud.
When the Uat without whistled so .brill.
It haa ticked with the bell.
That a wedding would Irll.
It ha. ticked, keeping time, with the song; '
It has ticked at the birth
(If n soal brought to earth.
To battle and grow with tho.trung.
It has ticked through the night.
When the email .haded licht
Saw the we.ry, fund watcher, alio, e.
With tbe breath dyin: fast.
Ere the 1 1 re-lease wa. pat.
Of a parent or child whom they love.
It ha. licked to the tread.
A. they carried the dead
Throuch the old (ahiomsl hallway and doori
And it ticked right along.
When the funeral .mice waa o'er.
Tla an honnt old lnj
With a diucy bras. band.
Tracing round the old dial cmu dar-
Hut it seems to foretell '
With a mystical .pell.
How swiftly our lives pass away.
Tla an heirloom, at best,
Looking odd. with the rent
Of the modern apparel and ware;
With Ita wondering gaze
At the present odd ways
Of the new generation and fans.
There'a a problem to solve,
Aa the band, .low revolve.
Whether modern folks, manners and all.
Are aa true and as jffN.l
Aa the oU folka so rude.
WhoM hands placed the clock in tbe hau.
RO-ltA-ITir, IF TBCK.
What BecaaMi TJfarweiB Tke Aatacho ?!
f taw Golelea ntnua Corbie awd JiU
A correspondent of the Chicago Tribune claims
to have recently interviewed a bund of pnsec
tors who were on their way to seek the "Golden
Mountain" of tbe Apaches, in tho interior of Ari
zona. Directions for finding the desirable spot
had lieen given them by the Chief Cochic, whom
they bad hail the good luck to capture, and who
revcaled the secret as the price of his relca.
The further and far more startling revelation of
Cochise is thus given :
A party of Apaches, wbilo lying in ambush one
day in Uio latter part of December. lftM, in Chi
huahua, Mexico, on the Bio Grande, across tho
river from what is now the town of El Paso, Tex
as, watching a travelling cav alcade as it passed a
clump of small trees, saw one of tho numler spring
from bis horse into the druse chaparral and dis
appear from fhe view of thn horsemen. Tho eav
alcada'fired a few shuts at or towanls him, and
half a dozen of them dismounted and pursued ill
the direction ho took, but to no avail. The e-cap-ing
man ran diretjy towanl w here tho Apaches
lay iu the bushes, and rail into their midst. They
seized and bound him, mounted nod lashed him
nn a horse, and at once took Might. They travel
led toward tbe Apacbo chief towu by a circuitous
and concealed route, and reached it after six days'
The prisoner was much alarmed at lint ; but,
findingthat his death was not to Ihj immediate,
beseemed to put hi mind to studying out some
plan for escape; but they kept him securely bound
till they arrived In camp. Then they decided to
keep him till a grandrfeday, some months ahead,
and thru put liiiu through the gauntlet and cud
his life in a grand carnival. IIu for some timo
was restless as a captive liear, walked up. and
down his small enclosure, and talked to himself
incessantly. Bnt before the day arrived for his
taking off thin is tho captain's term, not the In
dian's he had liccome somewhat resigned to bis
captivity, hail learned something of tho Apache
language, and gave them somethingof his history.
They got interested in him, and promised him his
life in return for his solemn proniiie that he, would
never attempt to escape, lie married tlie chirrs
daughter, and, ou tho death of tb chief. Ix-canie
chief himself. He had four sons and a danj-hter;
Tbe oldest son berame chief in his turn, a:id is tho
chief who is the subject of onr story.
The white chief taught them, while, among
them, the secrets of the Great Spirit, ami these
secrets have enabled them make tho Apaches
tbe strongest tribe in the AVest; to pass through
to obtain information of thrir enemies and their
movements alwajs,and from their very enemies
themselves; and, by pass-words aud signs, to
know au enemy ur friend as faras seen. They al
ways have kept, and still keep, one of their edu
cated half-breeds in the camps of tho whites, aud,
by the secrets of this great society, he is always
able to keep them informed of every movement of
any kind, and of every plan of attack on them as
soon as that plan is known 'to the chiefs of the en
emy themselves. And, when captured, they aro
almost sure to effect an escape, released by some
member of tho society among the enemy. Tho
great white chief told them that the society ex
tended all over the world; tanght them all tho
ceremonies connected with it; taught their maid
ens to make the lodges ami insiguia worn by .the
initiated, and on certain days, tne jmui oi juw
and some others, they walked in procession and
held a great dance at night. They believed him
to bei the sou oY the Great Spirit. He-is buned in
Golden Mountain, and his grave is walled and
covered with gold, and is their sacred place of
worship. They gather now every year ou the
24th day of Jiul This great white chief told
them ho was "moons" (months) on his journey
from his starting point; that he was taken pris
oner in Batavia, Vew York, and from there Ukea
to and confined iu Kort Niagara, in the tatter part
of September of tbe same, car m which he came
to the Apache country. Tli-.reason of his impris
onment was on account of bis going to publish a
book divulging the secrets of the great society.
He was kept prisoner at Tort N lagara till Septem
ber 19, when ho was taken in a close, carnage ami
drawn via Buffalo, N. Y., to Hennepin, 111, ou tho
Ulinois river, and thence taken in a flat-boat to
the Mississippi river, down which he floated to
New Orleans. There bo was pueed on a vessel
and sailed to tbe month of tho Hio Grande rhrer,
and proceeded np the river on horseback to El
Paao, where the Apaches found him. His captors
intended to give him into tbe hand of soma Jes
uit priests among the Indians, near where they
captured him. His captors passed down through
Mexico, and eaped. The great white chief was
.1 ... .mninsed to have been murdered bV the
Masons William Morgan, and tho subject of this
story, hi son, Cochise. Midmgiit.
NorTrnzWoMAX to be Fooled. A faeetioitsj
individual, not many miles from Danboty, sought
to "draw his wife ont ",by pretending to bo fouinl
dead with an empty laudanum vial by his side.
And that lady was a good deal '
but having read tbat a needb '",nJ2dJ",V ft
human flesh would indicator i "?ZomMn
er tliat flesh was dead or not, an.r bang ar "
of eminent practicability, -she at f ance armed her-
?tlTn'dagoodsbare,, of it length
rV'HLiSiSeA Whit tbe surface of tbe nee
dliKSE wi ot learned, - he took i
.ftrSaf as ho PJ trough tho saaty
-now Jtrca did be leave V inquired a gentle-,
ma f a wag. on learning offta death of a weaK
"hUidrft take doH wtH kiH.?-