The Ashland union. [volume] (Ashland, Ashland County, Ohio) 1854-1868, 1858-11-17

the windings of the little brook, yf
without losing sight Of it, In the brav
horse there was no Stacking of pace
there was no stumbling. I turned roun
three or four times during my .rapi
course, but, except q longs thin clou'
of dust and ashes, raised by myself,
saw nothing whatever.aa In an hour 0
so the forest was before me, and thel
refining up q little, l. again made for th
brook esasA baa Essia.li Z s..fsss.g,
! Ihad traced Its windings for abou
another hour when I arrived at q ciea
space in the wood, and got sight of ,
block house. '2 $50 zsi-2 5iea p e.
'Qui va la? asked deep voice. i,
'Un amii' was the answer oa
There we're two men near the house
one with gray hair and weather. beaten
features, and the other in the prime Of
youth, both Frenchmen.
The old man looked with some aston.
ishment at my painting horse, covered
with foam, at his dilated nostrils and
quick. beating Hanks. TsE
'Why, it seems you are in a hurry !
he said. Gz&
In few words I explained the mo.
tives of my visit, and told him my ad.
| venture at Santa Madre; not forgetting
toreport the advice of the German wait
er at the coffee house that I should trnst
in him for help. ass.A Wis., s.
He listened eagerly to my narrative !;
and when gave him minute descrip-
tion of the colonel and the major, his
attention grew to be intense. Is Z p 81.
again those two scoundrels!' he
said. We'll, man, step into the house
never mind the horse, the lad will rub
him dry. We have few hours before
us yet. They know By this time where
you are, and will consider twice before
they will call here, though we are quite
sure to hear of them at nightfall.
expressed regret at the trouble I
was bringing on him but he only
laughed and replied, Never mind, we
are their match - e K -. - = .s.iist
But we are only three, and after all
we don't know how many ruffans the
tall fellow may bring with him. - -. 2
Let him bring score, We are their
match, I tell you'll Do you account the
Princess Royal nobody p
THE what?' 5-ssaa l2-zsas q q
The Princess Royal-la Prinoesse
Royale 7 he laughed again. Don't
stare at me, you'll see her by-and.by.'
The block-house had a very durable
appearance it was two stories high,
and the upper room was neatly furnish
cd. On the wall 1 observed portrait
of Gen. Moreau. My host was no
friend of the first Emperor of the
French; the present Emperor he men,
toned once during our conversation, and
I had better not say what he said.
He lighted the candle and began to
block the windows up, whilst I was eat
ing and drinking what he had placed on
the table. The lad made all safe on the
ground floor, and secured the DOOR.
Now, we are all right 7 said the old
man, taking his seat at the table, and
mixing ram and water in large bowl
'Au triomphe della bonne cause!' he
said, touching glasses with me.
But 1 don't see any arms, 1 present
ly suggested.
ARMS? I have plenty Of that stuff.
How do you think man could get on
in these woods without arms? But we
shant want them tonight Again he
laughed. 'We have the Princess Royal.
He removed the candle with the 9TH
er things from the table, and went out
of the room. 9 -
The door was opened again aboutfive
minutes afterward heard the crack
of whip. I saw a rapid fash before
my eyes; and, with mighty bound,
that made my very blood run cold, a
large jaguar leaped in, alighting with a
heavy pounce upon the table.
sLa Princess Royali' announced my
host. - aQsal Sal
I do not know exactly what figure I
may have presented at that moment !;
but I should not wonder if anybody
were to tell me that I looked like a
craven. - s.-.st55s. = E-se's-a.s 80
Don't be afraid of her. said the
laughing Frenchman, when. he saw me
still as a mouse, scarcely yenturing t.
turn my looks to her bright cruel eyes.
ltShe is as decent as cat when am by.
Caress her, she likes to be fondled it's
the weak side of the sex, you know
n I touched her delicate fur but slightly
with my hand, stroking It softly down
her strong and beautiful back, the right
way of the fur, you may be sure. -
She bent her powerful and elastic
limbs under my frail hand, and tanning
the air with her curved tail, seemed tc
encourage me to bestow more caresses.
Well, how do you like the Princess !?
asked my host.
why, she is indeed Sandstone, and
have seen none in the old world NOR,
majestic g.I3 s.sr zaKsszS !.
Take her down stairs, George h'
said to the lad, handing the whip ovei