The Nevada journal., 1852-08-14
COL. CRICKLEY,S HORSE.

l have never been able to ascertain
the origin of the quarrel between the
Crickleys and the brakes. They lived
within mile Of each other in, Illinois
for five years, and from the first of their
acquaintance there had been mutual
feeling Of dislike continually erinccd
between the two families. Then somo
misunderstanding about the boundary
of their respective farms revealed la
tent flame, and Col. Crickley having
followed fat buck all one afternoon
and wounded him. and found old Drake
and his sons cutting him up-this in
cident added fuel to the fire, and from
that time thore was nothing the two ia
miles did not 90 to annoy each other.
They shot each others ducks in the ri
yer, purposefy mistaking them for wild
ones. and then, by way Of retaliation,
commenced killing cf each others pigs
and calves. 'E re'. "a.
One evening Mr. Drake, the elder,
was returning home with his pocket full
of rocks from Chicago, where he had
been to dispose Of load of grain. Sam
Parston was as) on the wagon, and as
they approached the grove which inter-
vened between them and Mr. brakes
house, observed to his companion
What beautiful mark Col. Crick-
ley's old roam is over yonder.'
Hang it, muttcred Drake, so it is
The horse was standing under some
trees, about twelve rods from the road.
lnvoluntarily Drake stopped his team
He glanced furtively around, then with
queer smile the hunter took up his rifle
from the bottom Of the wagon, and rails
ing it to his shoulder, drew sight on
the Colonel's horse.
Beautiful = muttcre1 Drake, lower
ing his rife with the air of man resis-
ting powerful temptation. i could
drop old roam so easy
Shoot suggested Sam Barston, who
loved fun in any shape"
No, no. 'twouldn't do said the old
hunter, glanclng cautiously around him
again. i"':t'
Il won't tell said Sam.
Wa, | won't shoot this time any way,
tell or no tell. The horse is TOO nigh.
If he was fifty rods of instead Of twelve,
so thsre'd be bare possibility of mis-
taking him for deer, Id let fly. AS it
lis, I'd give the Colonel FIVE dellars for n
shot, ,.f }.t ~"
/ At this moment the Colonel himself
stepped from behind q big oak, not
'half-dozen PAGES distant, and stood be-
fore MIR. Drake:
We'll, why don't you shoot p
The old man stammered in some con-
fus:on-'That you, Colonel IL was
tempted to, declare! And, as said,
III give V for one pull
Say an X and it's bal gain
Drake felt of his rifle and looked at
old roam. q" -
How much is the hoss worth p he
muttered in Sans ear
About fifty'
Cad, Colonel, I'll do it Here's your
x
The Colonel pocketed the money, NUT
tering-
Hanged if thought you'd take me
up
With high glee the old hunter put
fresh cap on his rifle, stood up in his wa
gon, and drew close sight on old roam.
Sam Barston chuckled. The Colonel
put his hand before his face and chuckl-
ed too, - III
Crack! went the rifle. The hunter
tore out horrid oath. which shall not
repeat. Sam was astonishsd. The Col.
laughed. Old roam never stirred. Drake
stared Mt his rife with face rs blace as
Othellos III
What's the matter with you, hey
Fus' time you ever served me quite such
a Tick, swami And Drake loaded the
piece with great wrath and indignation.
People said you'd lost your mack
o'shooting,' said the Colonel in cutting
tone Of satire