Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, W.T. [i.e. Wis.]) 1843-1844, 1844-02-10

Of the matter, nor either be frightened
at the mons strange actions. But, Bo-
gard, I'll tell you liz 'ord land that's
enough, there's something more than
odds in all this medicine. If this
mons fool, he was born out OF his
own country, that's all-and ifthe div
il liver gifts him, he must take him
cowld, for he is too swift and too wide
awake to be taken aliye-you under
stand that, / suppose But to come
to the plain matter-supposin' that the
Fire Spirit land | 90 for somewhat OF
wichcraft), say suppOsln' thatthls FIRE
Spirit should just empty his pipe on
tother side of this prairie, and strike
up bit of blaze in this high grass,
and send it packing across in this di-
rection, before such death ofwind as
this is! BY the bull 6arley, I'll bet
you'd be after making medicine.' and
taking a bit Of it too, to get rid OF the
racket
"'Yes, but you see, Patrick
"Never mind that mot wishing to
disturb YOU; and suppose the BLOWN
wind was coming fast ahead, jst blow
in about our ears warld of smoke, and
choking US to dith, and we ware dan
Gin about VirginiQ reel among these
little paths, where the divil would we
be by the time we got to the bluff, for
it's now fool ola distance! Givin you
time to spake would say word more
(askin your pardon), | know by the
expression Of your face, mon, you new
er have seen the world on fire yet, and,
therefore, YOU know nothin at all of a
! hmLy burly Of this kind-did ye-
did ye liver see land l jist want to
know, did yeiver see the fire in the
high grass, runnin with strong wind,
about FIVE miles and a half, and thin
hear it strike into a slash of dry cane
brake!! would jst ak you that p
BY thunder you niver have--for your
eyes would jist stick out of yer head at
the thought Of it Did you liver look
way into the backsde of Mr.. Maelzel's
Moscow, and see the hashin flames a
runnin up, and thin hear the poppin OF
the MALTA .frej ist afterwards? thin
you have jist touch Of it! ye're jist
beginnin--ye may talk ABBOTT fires
but this is such a basic ETA fret Ask
Jack Sanford, he's a chop that can tell
you ABBOTT it. Not wishin to disturb
you. | would say word more-and
that is this-if were advisin | would
say that we are gettin too far into this
imbustible meadow; for the grass is
dry, and the wind is too strong to
make a light matter of, at this season Of
the year; and now Pll jist tell We how
M'Kenzie and were served in thi.
very place about two years ago; anC
he's a worldly chop, and niver aslapc
my word for that--hollo, what's that! !
Red Thunder was on his feet!--
his long arm was stretched over the
grass, and his blazing eye balls starting
from their sockets! "What man
(said he), see we that small cloud lift.
ing itself from the prairie? he rises
the hoofs Of our horses have wakeC
him The Fire Spirit is awake
this wind is from his nostrils, and hi:
face is this way No more-but hi:
swift horse dartcd under him, and he
gracefully slid over the waving gras:
as it was bent by the wind. Our vi.
ands were left, and we were swift or
his trail. The extraordinary leaps Of
his wild horse, occasionally raised his
red shoulders to view, and he sank a
gain in the waving grass. The tremu-
lous wind was hurrying by US fast,
and on it was borne the the agtated
wing Of the eagle. His neck was
stretched for the towering bluff, and
the thrilling screams his voice told
the secret that was behind him. Our
hoyes were swift, and we struggled
hard, yet hope was feeble, for the bluff
was yet blue, and nature nearly eX-
hausted The sunshine was dying,
and cool shadow advancing over the
plain. Not daring to look back, we
strained every nerve. The roar Of a
distant cataract seemed gradually ad-
vancing on us-lhe winds increased,
the bowling tempest was maddening
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