The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1858-07-08

shall not be able to reach my destin
alton by daylight"
Rather guess you won't squire, a
the rate you are travelling now. Tren
ton is long way off yet, and it is ,
rough road to travel. Now, squire
seein' its you, I wouldn't mind swappin
horses. Old sorrel is sure footed ant
only ten years old, come next grass
though should require little boot
under the circumstances-not Cont
mental, but hard Spanish, and
"Hold on, friend, for heavens sake
have no wish to trade horses at an,
rate, and your loquacity is perfectly
overwhelming. 1 have but one ques
ton to ask, and you can act your owr
pleasure in answering it. Who gave
you the information that / was travel
ing to Trenton ?'
"Jest as slick as greese, squire
I ou are on our side. God save King
George and down with the rebels. j
am Malachi Doolittle, Jonas Hutton's
apprentice boy, who shod your crittel
this very night; and it appears it was
so confounded dark in the shop, that
make pesky job of it."
Pesky job, indeed" said Spencer
Why, my horse is going dead lame
and | must be in Trenton by tomorrow
morning-my business is of the most
vital Importance
Gould / rot do the business for
you ?" said Malachi. "You can 90
back to Squire Hutton's while carry
the dispatches you bear about you to
the British camp"
"No," said Spencer, with laugh ;
g that would hardly do. A British of:
ficer placing important dispatches in
the hands Of blacksmlth's apprentice
is altogether out of the question"
BY Judas, I've got it I" exclaimed
Malachi as if struck by a sudden tho't /;
" We will swap horses for the present.
LII take your critter back to Hutton's
and doctor him until you call for him,
and lend you old sorrel-he is Just as
fresh now as when he left the stable.
and can keep the same gait for four
and twenty hours to come."
Ensign Spencer was delighted with
the proposition, and, halting at favor
able place they both dismounted to
make the exchange. But no sooner
had the officers feet touched the
ground, than he found himself in the
close embrace of tall Malachi.
7" Now SQUIRE" he exclaimed. "be-
fore 1t comes to a worse tussel, I'll
trouble you to fork over them papers"
"What, what do you mean. YOU
plebeian hound" said SpencerIsiby
insulting an officer of King George ?"
struggling to free himself from the iron
grasp of the blacksmith's apprentice.
Mean jest what l say, you gaul
darned cantankerous Tory varmint.
Hurrah for George Washington and
the Continental Congress. Kiss Mary
again, will you? Well, I'm not going
to be cruel, but if you do not fork over
them papers in jiffy, by the sixteenth
chapter of Revelations, I'll make mince
meat OF you-I will, by Judas!''
Don't throttle me!'' exclaimed
Spencer, (for Malachi's grip at his
throat had been Tightening every in
stant,) and.they are yours"
Don't you attempt to come any of
your games, you Tory varmint. 1 can
out.jump, 81 odt-wrestfe~a any
thing in our diggings, and
"Such is not my intention. There
are the papers, much good may they
do you. And now be kind enough to
release my collar"
swat bit, squire-so no, sorrel-I
must make all right" and, at the same
moment, he let go of Spencer, he leap
ed into the saddle. "Good night. |
squire, and pleasant dreams"
Spencer instantly aimed one of the
pistols point blank at Malachi, but it
missed fire. He dashed it to the
ground with curse, and leveled the
'ther-the trigger clicked, but there
vas no discharge.
'Ha, ha, ha," laughed Malachi.
I QUILL find the primin' scattered round
Jonas Hutton's kitchen floor, where |
eft it. Ya-hip, ga-long sorrel Three
.heers for George Washington and the
Continental Congress.