Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1844-04-12

eagles wing is melted as he darts over il.
surface. Friends it is the season Of Gre;
and l.fear, from the smell of The wind,
the Spirits awake!'
Pa'l-me ONE qua said no more, bu,
mounting his wild horse, and waving his
hand. his red shoulders were seen rapidly
vanishing as he gidcd through Tie thick
mazes Of waving grass. We were on his
trail. and busiIy traced him until midday
sun had brought us to The ground. with
our re1.esn@ ., SRrf RS q SHat h si6o like
statue. while his black eyes. in sullen ST.
lence swept the iorson round; and then,
with deep>drawn sigh, he gracefully
sunk to the earth. and laid his face TO the
ground. Oar buffalo tongues anu pemi-
can, and marrow>fa', were in the full en-
joyment Of these dainties OF the Wcstcra
world, when, quicker than the frightened
elk, our Indian friend sprang upon his
ieet! His eyes skinned again slowly
over the prairies, surface, and lie laid on
The ground.
Red Thunder seems sullen today
sain Bogard. Il he s;ar,ies a. every rush
Of wind, and scowls at The whole world
that is about
There's rare chap for you--a fellow
that would shake his fist at heaven, when
he is a, home; and here. in grass. patch,
must take his firc-medicine for 4 circum-
stance that he could easily leave at shake
Of his horses heels.
No, sac sure % that. my l,ooney, tho
we'll not be making too lightly Of The mat
ter, nor either be frightened al The mons
strange actions. But, Bcgard. IN tell you
in ord (and that's enough there some,
thing more than odds in this medicine
If this mons fool, he was born on, Of
lis own country. that's a!-and il the div.
i! liver gits him. he mus. take him cowlJ,
for lie Is 100 swift and TO wide awake TO
be taken aIve-you understand tina. sup
pose But to come to The plain matter,
supposin, that the Fire Spirit land 60
for somewhat of wichcral,.) say suppo
sin ,',a, this Fire Spiri, should just emp
" his pipe on 'o,her side Of his prairie,
and send it packing across in this d'rec'
ton, before such deaIh Of wine as tins
is BY the bull barley. Ill bet YOU'D De
ai,her making medicine and taking bit
o il 100, To ge, rid of the racket
Yes, bul you see, Pa'rick--
.Niyer mind that. mo. wislinc ~ dis
turb you;) ard suppose the Blow wnd
was coming fast ahead. jis, BLOWN "oou'
our ears warIu of smoke, and choking US
to din, and we ware danoin abou, Viz.
GINA reel among these little paths, where
lie divil would we be by the time we 60,
TO The bulf. for i.'s now fool Of distance!
Civin you time TO spake, would say a
word more, (askin' yer pardon) l Know
by the expression OF your face. mon, you
never have seen the world On fire yet. aud,
therefore, you know no!hin a, al! OF hur
" bur,y of this kind-did We liver see the
+, fire in the high grass, runnin with strong
| wind, abou, five miles and half, and thin
hear it strike into a slasI, OF dry cane
brake! | would jst ak you that! By
thunder you niver ha,c-lor your eye:
would list stick on, of yer head a, the tho
of it! Did you liver look way Into The
the backside Of Mr. Maeezel's Moscow
and see the flashin' flames a runnin' up
and Thin hear the poppin' Of the mill
tia fire jus, afterwards +! Thin YOU have jis
a touch of il! ye'rs lis, beginnin'--yc may
talk about fires-bul this is such bas''
of fire; Ask Jack Sanford, he's a choI
that can tell you about ii. Not wish'n
to disturb you. would say word more
and that is tlis-if / were advsin,
would say that we are getting too IA: into
this imbus;ible meadow ; for the grass i
dry, and the wind is too strong TO make ;
light mes,er Of, at this season Of The year
and now I'll jst tell We how M,Aenzi'
and were served in this very place ahoa
two years ago and he's q worldly chop
and niver aslape.. my word for 'liat--hol
10, what's that
Red Thunder was on his feet hi
long arms were stretched over the grass
aud his blazing eye-balIs starting iron
their sockets! white man. SAID he 'se
ye ,ha, small cloud lifling itself from tn
prairie he raises the hoofs Of our horse
| have walked him! The Fire Spiri. is a
wake-,his wind is from his nosris, an
his face is this way!' No more-bu, hi
swift horse dared under him, and b
gracefully slid over the waving grass as
was bent by the wind. Our siands wer
left and we were swift on his trail. Th
extraordinary leaps Of his wild horse DC
casionaly raised his red shoulders to view
and he sank again in the waving grass :
The ,remulous wind was hurrying by u
fast, and on i: was borne the agitated win
Of the eagle His neck was stretched 10
The towering bluff. and the thrillin
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