Sugar planter. [volume] (West Baton Rouge [i.e. Port Allen, West Baton Rouge Parish, La.]) 1856-1925, 1858-02-20

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did so, he listened, but could heal
nothing Of his S'Aying artillery."-,
supposing that Telegraph had dis.
tanced them so far chat he coulc
not hear the approaching herd, he
galloped swiftly back to place him
self at the head of its columns
After several stoppings to look and
listen, flash of lightning again re-
vealed to him the stump-but, from
the position which he occupied, and
the indistinct view which he got ol
it, he supposed, this time, that they
had changed their course, and We're
bearing rapidly away on another
quarter. ''My God p be calculated,
''they's breakin' for the timber; #
they gifts i'll | can't head 'em I
can't surkle 'em, certain. Go it,
Telegraph - And again he flew
down the hill and across the marsh,
up the other side, and along the
crest Of the hill, until he got beyond
a line with the stump; when, stop
ping again, to look around for his
leaders, q friendly flash showed the
stump almost behind him on the
side. S'Cuss the critters, they are
going the other way now, like the
Devil beating bark" and pulling
fnrlously around, he again spurred
down the hill and into the marsh.
This time he encountered deeper
mud than ever, and the spirited
animal faltered in her course and
reared and plunged in the mire
like a stout ship upon breakers
eve, wey, a! Ny God, the MARI
will sprain her leg-she'n ruin her
self-can't run q lick when she gets
to San 'Sisco. But the cattle's all
running away, and I amt headed
'em yet. Darn the drafted luck
Sock, so-oo-ook, 500 Telegraph
struggles to get out) wo~wey a.
My God, the MARI will kill herself
-wo-o-o--wo, honey! you're the
pootiest CONAN in the world; WOO,
now. So ook, so-oo-ok, SOC, ook -
Ihey's gone-clean out o her rim
and | couldn't head 'em, on Tel
egraph at that. What will the
boys say2 bod blast it! Hep!
Telegraph 60 it, ef it kills YOU"
With great difficulty the mare
struggled through and carried him
rapidly up the hill, until he again
caught sight of his leaders. How
many times he saw the stump, or
how many races he ran in conse-
quence, counting at least a quarter
race, slough included, for each
sight; or how many miles he ran
in all, can never be correctly ascer-
tanned but after a killing ride, he
at last tancied that he had stopped
the leaders, and of course had cir
cled them back to the starting point.
While he was breathing his jjaded
mare in quiet satisfaction at the
success of his efforts, two Of the
young men from the camp rode up.
Cap raised himself proudly in his
stirrups, and said to them in a tone
that showed the satisfaction which |
he felt, II have surkled 'em in-~I
have settled. .'em, boys, I am the
fellur to do that thing. View ! |
but [ am afeard I have most killed |
the black MARI"
"Circle what, Cap?" said one Of
the young men. |
"Why, the leaders! ! don't you see
'en2 out there ~
*'Leaders ~ was the reply, "why,
that's stumpz"
''stump, hell !" was caps furious
S'Has a stump horns?--
Kin a stump make Telegraph run
her best !-tell me thatl''
"W ELL" was the quiet reply, it
seems it has done it, any how.''
Gap turned desperately in his
saddle, and facing the others, al
most shouted: "Why you all must
De cra-azy! | tell you then's the
wild oxen, they have been leadin'
he stampede all night! [ have
,urkled 'em more than twenty miles
before I could bring 'em in, and
crossed a hundred creeks. At this,
'uch an nproalious burst Of laugh
er was borne across the prairie, on
he gale. as like to have caused, as