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

jerk the priming out of them barkers
for fear matters might come to rough
and-tumble. So here goes" and suit.
ing the action to the word, the strang.
ers weapons were instantly placed in
harmless condition.
When the apprentice entered the
parlor, he found Dorothy Hutton and
her daughter Mary in high glee and
good humor. The supper was over,
but the stranger seemed to be attracted
to the smiths parlor by the bright eyes
OF Mary, and looking twice out of the
window into the cold, bleak night, he
gave a shudder, as if loath to depart
on his Journey
Tall Malachi dev6ared his supper in
a moody silence; but, Notwithstanding
his discomfort at the notice the Young
officer took of Mary, he made fearful
inroads on the johnny cake and sausage.
A genuine Yankee is seldom so deep in
love that he forsakes his victuals; and
such was certainly tall Malachi's case.
When there was no excuse for longer
delay, the apprentice was deputed to
fetch Spencer's horse to the door, and
thanking his host and hostess for their
kind attentions, and bestowing kiss
upon the blushing cheek of Mary, he
bestrode the animal and set forth at a
round gallop, on his dark and dreary
journey.
II guess I'd better 90 and finish
foddering the CATTLE" said Malachi, as
the clatter of the horses hoofs died
away in the distance. cold Bull has
broke his surcingle all to smash. I
calcilate that I'd better take the sorrel
horse and go down to Brunswick to-
morrow morning and get it fixed, as we
want to sled some wood from the
swamp. Suppose you can let me have
old sorrel for a little while, Squire ?''
Well, how on earth can thee 90
down to Brunswick without him, NAL
achi? How foolish you do talk to
night"
"Well, l didn't know but that you
might want to use him." said Malachi,
closing the door behind him, and start
ing for the barn. "Consarn his pictur
kissed her lips, did he? Well if 1
don't have wrestle with him for that
trick, my name amt Malachi Doolittle.
Jerusalem, how cold it is! wish l
had my other shirt on; but it's no use
to grumble. Old sorrel, put in the big
licks, and you shall be kept on nothing
else but oats and clover for the balance
OF your material days. And now for
a parting salute to the boss" he added,
as he bestrode up to the door of the
house. Hallowl Squire Hutton, sun
tEin's broke loose W
why, Malachi, what is the matter?"
asked the smith, opening the door; "is
the barn fire, Or"
No, nothing of the kind, boss. But
I've concluded to borrow old sorrel to-
night, instead of tomorrow morning.
| know the whole plot, and am going
to take them papers from Ensign Spen- |
Ger, and give them to George Wash
ington.
Why, his horse is as fleet as the
wind; and he will be in Trenton before
thou art half way" said the smith with
a laugh.
You forgot that / shod his horse,
boss Hutton.p
swell, he is armed and will shoot
thee as dead as nail, if thou dost at
tempt violence"
"Can't be did, boss. I shook the
printing from his pistols when he was
in to supper"
Thunder and Belzebub-Lord for
give me-but-"
The remainder of the sentence was
ost on Malachi's ear, for, with wild
8 a-hip! ga-long, sorrel!'' he was fol-
owing in the track of the British spy.