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THE AltgTJB. FRIDAY. APRIL 17. 1891.
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That's tho way you feel after one or
two of Dr. Pierce's Pleasant Pellets
have done their work. You feel
v eil, instead of bilious and const!
pated; your 6ick headache, dizzi-
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ncss anu muigesuon are gone, it a
done mildly and easily, too. You
don't have to feel worse before you
feel better. That is the trouble
v.itli the huge, old-fashioned pilL
These are small, sugar-coated, eas
iest to take. One little Pellet's a
laxative, three to four are cathr rtic
They regulate and cleanse the liver,
stomach and bowels quicklr. but
thoroughly. They're the cheapest
I ill, sold by druggists, because you
only pay for the good you get.
They're guaranteed to give satis
faction, every time, or your money
is returned. That's the peci.liar
j.'.an all Dr. Pierce's medicines are
Can you ask more?
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r- J. IVCS, J. C. HANNCGAN,
Prea't Qa'l gupt Oenl Tkt. A Pass. Alt
CEDAR HAPIOS. IOWA.
A hot day. The Bun directly overhead,
glowing with a Mm thnt marl. .-
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the shadeless canyon quiver as if heated in
an oven. Not a tree in sight, not a bush
everything brown aud barren. Every
where bowlders of lava immense in size
uu sonieumes split in twain, as if in rapid
coolinK from the intense hear, whinh rr.o
them birth. Here and there between the
tcray Rreen or t&e giant cacti, raising their
thorny forma fifty and sixty feet in the air,
aSSUmilll? With their ifnnml. J
o "Pj.j wtujm
limos the shapes of immense crosses or
"i irees irora wmcn au leaves and
the black and brown of the sunburnt lava
na occastonai tmt of tall, almost colorless
Krass. Over all a stillness that.
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accustomed to the land would seem strange
and oppressive. Not a bird to break it
With its 80nCT. p.ven t ha ll'TOntci cnnnVl. i
what shade they could, making with their
6,CTU' u vanegatea coats almost the
only dash of color tn nli
- vmmu uivuuiiuujr
of the all prevailing brown and black lava
v t,u luuiueui grew more oppressive to
look at under the glow of the fierce heat.
Save these, not a living thing was in
sight except where off to the west a buz
zard floated hieh in the nip nnrl fn,A mnn
with a burro lazily following, passing
uim u me taayon.
Prospectors and their outfit.
Opened shirts, showing red, hairy
breasts, while their loosely buckled belts,
heavy with long, bright cartridges, whose
tarnished surfaces, mula .lnnhK- irrt
from the rays of the hot sun, seemed
strangely out ol place in such quietude.
Neither spoke. Each walked along as if
alone, looking for the "float" that might
indicate tho pivseuce of some mineral
ledge higher up, more from habit than
from hope, as tho "formation" gave but
little iudiciUi ji of treasure.
How hot the sun.' The burro, patient
eyed, forgot his old trick of nipping the
tops of the long gaete grass, and contented
himself with keeping closely in the trail of
the two niuu, whose worldly possessions of
blankets, cooking utensils and tools, capped
with an enormous canteen of water, he so
natientlv bore. N'nr n
ring, only the quivering heat that made
me eyes ourn ami acne. The men shifted
their rifles constant.lv fmm nnn t. Q..i A nn
other, us if to avoid getting blisters from
the places where they touched the highly
ueaieu metallic pans ol their guns.
Crack: crack: crack!
Not fiftv Yards aheml. from tmhinrl .1.,-
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en bowlders leap out as many jets of fire,
while the snowy white puffs of smoke float
up a few feet and disappear in the Quiver
One of the men stops for an almost im
perceptible instant, as it to brace himself.
His hands rise to the level of his chest, as if
to brinff his rifle to hia fitinnlrlAp amt .A
down he falls headlong to the ground in a
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uiuy muss. iau: ouoi tnrougn toe nead.
Not a auiver. not. a mntirtn witt,,,,,- A
sound, were it not for that made by his
As he falls his companion staggers back
a pace or two, catches himself, and then,
half rrnnrhinir hnlf falling a,. .i
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one of the many bowlders. "Hit!" he
thinks to himself "lint- thont- n.t
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fatally, only a scratch." Life seems a new
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kuiug, ia; uve, a new joy.
Onlv a scratch. "Where'" TT v,o,..ii
has time to think as he places his gun
across the bowlder and fires at a figure,
naked, dark, clothed nnlv in a l,m.t.
and with a red scarf wound around the
neaa. tie notes almost unconsciously how
pronounced its color is Attain vf the .1 n ..1-
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face and darker hair of its wearer. "A
miss: he mentally remarks as the figure
disappears. "But better luck next time,"
he thinks as he pushes down the lever of
his eun anil throws out. t h cmnr,ui
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replacing it with a cartridge. "Short
ranee:"' ho shnnM V.avo hit " T
CT-l ...w. AW
that he was losing his old cunning; that
uis aim was oau. o;" ne tired in baste
And WAS rnltloil " (Annthai.c).nf .....1
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will show them" are the thoughts that
Hash through his mind as lie peers cautious
ly ahead to discover his enemies.
-voue in signc.
For the first time hn feels nsin tioi
numhnes.s. half fire: hncv it. t..-... MO
raises his shirt and looks at a little blue
noie naroiy larger tnan a pea near the right
fcide in the short ribs. "Only a scratch, or
it would bleed worse. Did it go through?"
he asks himself, as he passes his hand up
his back to find if there be an orifice of
exit. "No." "That is bad, for there is no
surgeon to be had to cut the missile out.
xrsu&w, imtviers i l ,r umer men Dave
liVPfl With hllllet.a in tlmm nrilV nnnl.1 .. .
he? Night would soon come and then
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iua uarKness ne wouiu go. lie was not
losing blood sufficient tn weaken him rrnV
and by morning he would be far away!
nj-ier an itwouiu oniy oe a close call, some-
uuiug to ten aoout. uut poor Tom! he
was gone," and as he looked at the lifeless
iorm oi nis partner he could hardly keep
back the tears.
Crack! crack! go a couple of shots off to
his left, and he sees the dust flying up
from near his feet. He tries to draw his
limbs up to get them in a safer position.
Tries again, and the cold sweat breaks
from him. He cannot move them!
They are dead paralyzed)
Something like a sob breaks from him.
It is all over. In the first flush of possible
escape he had not thought of the spine
being injured. He knew it now. The game
was played. A few hours longer at the
best. To-morrow and the next day, and
the days and the years to come would find
him there. The end was only a question of
a short time. Yet he had only thought it
"With his arms he drags himself into a
safer position. This done, he unbuckles
his belt, and as he lays it before him to
have it handy he thinks of the time away
back on the Platte when he had first put
one on. How proud he then felt, as a strip
ling boy, of the outfit! How bright the
future had looked: And now it was all to
end. After all. life to him had been a hard
one. It had brought to him few of the
treasures for which ho had longed. For an
instant he thought "why not take the six
shooter and end it all?"
"No," he would die fighting.
He would take some of them with him.
Yet, why kill at all. They were but sav
ages Apaches. Their deaths would mean
nothing, would gaiu nothing. Better to
kill himself t.nd keep from them the satis
faction of doing it. No; relief might come.
Some of the many scouting parties of cav
alry always in the field, or perhaps a
party of prospectors might hear the firing,
and then with a good doctor all would yet
be well. He could find one at any of the
All these thoughts and a thousand
others crowued through his brain while
he was placing himself in a better position
for defense. Cautiously raising himself
he glanced over the bowlder in the direc
tion whence the last shots came. Crack
crack! crack! the ballets whiz surlily
Bang! bans! bang! goes the rifle.
A. new fceUozr takes luwsnm nf hh
Hi nerves tighten like steel, and he pumps
empty shells out of the rifle's chamber and
sartridges in with a fierce speed. Killl
kill! Let him take one of those howling
murderers with him, and he doesn't care
how soon after death comes. But what is
the matter with his aim? He has not yet
killed one, not even wounded one that he
knows of. He refills tho magazine of hia
nfle in nervous, feverish haste, and then
peeps through the crevices of the bowlders
to see if there is an enemy in sight. None.
They are there, though. They are waiting
and ho ia dying. How hot it is! He is
Durntng up with thirst and heat. How
it" hurts. He has trot so that h thinks
of his wound only as "it," as if it were
some terrible monster that he could not
The blood small as the quantity that
flows from his wound has formed a pool,
clotted and coagulated. It adds to his dis-
comiort by its stickiness. He thinks how
strange that one's own blood should annoy
one so, and then wonders where so many
flies could have come from, as he raises a
swarm by the movement of his body. He
looks across to where the burro has fallen
with the canteen, and sees that the vessel
has been jammed by coming in contact
with the bowlder, and that the precious
fluid has nearly all run out. How much
he would give to have what little water re
mains! He feels almost tempted to try to
reach it, but no; that would mean throw
ing his life away without a chance for re
venge. Itevenge? He will have it. Thirst
is nothing; death is nothing now if he can
only kill, kill:
If he could only kill them all, how happy
he would die!
He looks over the bowlder. Nothing in
sight but bowlders, lava, cacti, sand and
gaete grass. "They are there, though."
He almost laughs iu sarcasm as he catches
himself scanning the horizon to see if any
relief were in sight. Relief ? For davs he
and the tnan that lay dead there had trav
eled without finding a trail made by a shod
horse without finding a trail of any kind.
How childish to expect any help! Better
brace up and die like a man.
He looked at the body of the dead man.
How hideous the face looked with its swol
len lips, open mouth, staring eves! How
black it had grown! What a vast quantity
of blood had come from the wound in the
head: His eye catches a movement in the
tuft of grass to his left. Bang! bang! goes
his rifle. "Nothing there," he thinks, as
he crouches closer to the ground to escape
the shots that come in return.
So the hours go by, but he hardly marks
their flight. The sun is getting lower in
the west, and the white heat of day gives
way to the yellowish purple haze that in
Apache land is always the forerunner of
night. How when he was first hit he had
longed for night! How little he cared for it
now! He could feel himself growing weak
er. His Winchester was heavier than any
he had ever before lifted. Even "it." that
terrible thing that chained him there,
pained him less, but the thirst grew horri
ble. Anyhow night would give him a
chance to reach the canteen. At times ho
felt almost drowsy, but fought off the
feeling. He was merely waiting for the
end. He thought it strange that he eonld
face it so complacently. He hardly cared
now how soon it came. Would he shoot
all his cartridges away before it reached
him? He would not waste them though.
If he could only reach Tom's gnn and re
volver and destroy them it would make
those that killed him angry. It was for
these things, worth perhaps $50, that he
and Tom had been murdered.
He was beginning to think of himself as
already dead. At least how easy to ruin
Tom's rifle. It was only two or three
paces away. He took his revolver and
fired at it, aiming to hit it just in front
and below the hammer, its most vulnera
ble part. Instead, the bullet hits the
ground, and richocheting enters the breast
of the dead man. He shudders as the
body stirs from the force of the shot, al
though he knows that life has been gone
for hours. Everything is plain to him
now why his other shots had not taken
effect. He was unuerved. How could a
man with a hole through bis body hope to
hit anything. He had heard of men shot
throngh the heart killing their assailants,
and had often wondered if he could do it.
Could Tom have done it? How far off
and yet how short seemed the years that
he ami Tom hail lweu together! How
little there had lieen in them that seemed
worth now recalling! Crack! asingleshot
off to the right, and he fires where he sees
tho smoke curling upward. Fires again.
Nothing. He counts his cartridges and is
astonished that he has fired so many. He
must have lost some. No, there are the
Another shot off to the right. One to the
front. He fires at both. He feels that he
is growing nervous, and brings all his re
maining powers into play to secure bettor
control of himself. He will put away the
idea of death, of his wound, of everything
but revenge. Only one, and he will be sat
isfied, and for the first time in years he
prays, prays without words, though, that
he may kill but one.
The sun is sinking lower; it has almost
reached the far off western mountain tops.
It would soon be night, and then what
would "they" do? Steal up under cover
of the darkness and shoot him from behind
some bowlder before he would be aware of
it. He would keep a close lookout, and
perhaps he might after all "get" one of
Crack! crack! to the right and left, and
he glances in both directions, firing at each:
and then right over him takes place a ter
rible explosion, and he feels asif something
heavy and blunt had struck him in the
back. He half raises himself, just enough
to turn his face upward. Another explo
sion, another heavy, blunt blow, and
through the smoke from a revolver he sees
a dark young face, with black, glittering
eyes, white teeth, across which the lips are
tightly drawn the face and the form of
one almost a boy and then he falls back
while a dark hand and arm snatches his
gun from his half clinging grasp. He hears
wild shouting, and through his glazing eyes
sees dark forms scrambling for his arms,
for Tom's. They are even quarreling in
their eagerness to tear the pack from the
dead burro, and then instinctively he sees
one raise something in the air, and
when it falls there is no longer anything
human in the face or the head of the man
who has spent the . afternoon in fight.
Nothing but a bloody pulp of skull, hair,
brains, broken teeth, crushed into a mis
shapen mass by the bowlder cast upon it by
Another afternoon, years after, a tall
sergeant and his detail of cavalry escorting
tnrougn tne canyon a party locating a road,
looks down on the whitened bones of two
men and a burro scattered- by coyotes and
bleached by the winds and rains, and as
he, with the toe of his boot, pushes to one
side the ribs of one of the skeletons his
eyes mark the many empty cartridge shells.
lie looks up and sees that bis comrades
have already noted them, while some one
"Bv . he staid with thnm nhila ha
lasted. " Buckley O'Neil in Sap Francisco
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