The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1857-01-08

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"Seems to me it's buffaloes," said she
Waal, then, I'll go out anil scare
them from this direction, or they'll be
tearing through my corn," said Peter,
arising.
Don't you think you'd better try and
get fences around your fields another
year. husband ?"
Law, Melissy. them's people on
horseback looming this way, too
They'l stop here, ! s'pose."
!" ] haint seen a -liyin' human being
except you and the children for 50 long,
they'll look quite strange. I hope I've
got victuals enough for supper. How
many do you make out, Peter ?"
"only two"
4" And sakes alive, ef one Of 'em isn't
a woman! How they do ride And
she kecpseven with him"
"She's regular trump!" /" exclaimed
the squatter. emphaticaliy. where be
they going in this wilderness Thar
amt place / can think Of to which they
might be goin'."
Curiosity now so absorbed them that
they watched in silence the near approach
Of the strangers. 1t was no wonder they
were dumb with surprise as close ap-
proach made their features and dress dis
tinguishahle. To theiruneducated senses
the woman appeared an angelic vision Of
beauty. She rode her horse with en-
Echanting ease and grace her elegantly
fitting habit of cloth flowed down to his
feet: her small, gloved hands grasped
lightly the reins of a riding whip. A
beaver hat, with broad, rolling brim.
shadowed her face. Her hair had appa-
rently been closely knotted up, but half
Iof it had escaped in beautiful curls and
tangles about her cheeks and neck; her
checks were glowing with the exercise
land fresh air. She did not look more
than eighteen years of a. e. But what
struck these simple people with the most
admiration was that indescribable, high
bred r,aRner, devoid of all affectation or
collness, with which size reined up her
horse, and bent to hear what her com
- Il af5ts, =t4ey should say.
- Can you tell me how far it is to Bea-
yer Greek settlement % asked the young
man as they stopped before the cabin.
!" Forty eight miles. Be you going
thar 2"
Forty-eight miles :" exclaimed the
gentleman, in tone of despair. We
were told it was but fifty from Bear Riv
er, and am sure we have ridden full
fifty miles to-day
Bless my heart and soul, that's bad,
friend u said Peter Potter. You've
been riding off the track, if you came
from Bear River. You've kept away
.esouth, instead of west, over the perrairie,
almost at right angles from where you
ought to have gone. It's mighty hard
navigating these perrairies tu stranger
You should have steered by the sun"
81 lad the landmarks pointed out, SC
that felt cafe to attempt the way" said
the gentleman, in despcndant tone.
should have done better, as you say. tc
take the sky for my chart"
What shall we do, Edwin % asked
TIE young wife, turning her troubled eyes
to her husbands S face
Do?" exclaimed Peter, in his blum
and hearty way. why, get right OF
Z that horse, and have such supper ane
: lodgings as we can give. You must b
i cen Almost tired to death. You're tot
delicate creatur' for such a iaunt a
you've been takin'. Wife will make y,
as comfortable as the cabin'll allow and
after nights rest. you can better max
up your minds about fresh start
:, Your hospitality shall be accepte,
! as frankly as offered" replied the youn,
4 man, leaping from his horse, and helpin
a bis wife to dismount.
j (" No hospitality about it. The latch
i String is out of every mans cabin in th
I country. It's poor enough, the best thu
we've got to set before our friends
{ Here, Melissy, take 'em in, and see t
e that poor, tired lady, while I tether Il
r horses"
It You are indeed wearied to death, NJ
s Alice" said her husband, looking in
i her face. which had suddenly grown pa
when the excitement of the ride was owe
with the deepest tenderness. {" Ho
bitterly must l regret my selfshness
il causing you to suffer these ills !"
'e ] am only little faligued. l ha,
L ridden as far, for sport only, many
g time when | was a girl, you know, E
al win. A nights repose will recruit me-
or so do not speak Of it''
IS The rough exterior of the cabin. wi
its pig pen in the background, had r
~ promised much to the travellers but t
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