The Council Bluffs nonpareil. [volume] (Council Bluffs [Iowa]) 1857-1867, 1859-05-28

not like the boss to inspect my work to
night. There he added, as he drove tn
last nail, you will cast of pair of then
shoes about five miles t'other side Of Bruins
wick and then if can't catch you, Ensig,
Spencer on my old sorrel, wish may 5,
Moved up in q powder mill.' .lzr
Big with intentions for the benefit of th,
American cause, Malachi fastened the horse
and closing the shop door, wended his way
to the house. b.. ! -
The wind blew keen and cold, and the SIX,
was overcast with dark clouds. .--
Shouldn't wonder if we had two I'd toi
snow before tomorrow morning. sale
Malachi to himself, sand I'd rather BY 9
darned sight, 60 to an apple bee or quilt.
ing party with Mary Hutton tucked unde,
my arm, than to take journey to Trento,
tonight. However what can't be curee
must be endured, as my old schooln arm
used to say, when she Piled the brich so al
you've got to do Malachi Doolittle, is t.
play possum, and not give the Britisher tot
big START
lie found the kitchen empty, for Ensig,
Spencer being considered in the light of al
especial guest, the supper table was set i,
the parlor.
'Rot his pictur he will be making lov,
to Mary next said Malachi, uneasily 'but
if he does, pll pay him off in his own coin
Ah, here is his pistols and heavy riding
ooat. Well, now, Malachi Doolittle, don'I
think it would be unwholesome to your con.
stitution, to jerk the priming out of them
barkers, for fear matters might come to q
rough and.tumble. So here goes,' and
suiting the action to the word, the strangers
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 shudder, as if 10th to depart on his
journey.
Tall Malachi devoured his supper in a
moody silence; but notwithstanding his dis
content at the notice the young officer took
Of Mary. be made fearful inroads on the
johnny cake and sausage. A genuine Yam
kee is seldom so deep in love that he forsakes
his victuals; and suoh was certainly tall
Malachi's case.
When there was no excuse for longer de-
lay, the apprentice was deputed to fetch
Spencer's horse to the door, and thanking
the 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.
81 guess I'd better 90 and finish fo1dcrin'
the cattc,' said Malachi, as the clutter of
the horses hoofs died away in the distance.
'Old Bull has broke his circingle NIL to
smash. calkilate that Id better take the
sorrcl horse a-1. gv 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
little while, Squire:'
'Why, how on earth can thee 20 down to
Brunswick without him, Malachi? low
foolish you do talk tonight
well, didn't know but that you might
want to use him. said Malachi, closing the
door behind him, and starting for the barn.
'Consarn bis pctur! kissoh h'r Inns. he did?
Well, if doG': lave wrcstle with him for
that trick, my Fame amt Malachi Doolittle.
Jcrusalrm, how cold it is | wish had
my other sh!g, on; but it's no use to grum.
bic. Oh Sorrcl, put in the big licks, and
you shall be kept on nothing else but oats
an clover for the balance of your material
da"s. And now for parting salute
to the /, ss,' he aided, as he bes:rodc up to
the door of the house. :Uellow! Squire
Hutton, sumthin's broke loose'
why, Malachi, what's the mater:' asked
the smith, opening the door; SIS the barn
ufre, Or
'No, nothing Of the kind, boss. But Eve
concluded to borrow old Sorrel tonight in
stead Of tomorrow morning. know the
whole plot, and am gong to take them pa
gers from Ensign Spencer, and give them to
George Washington.'
'Why his horse is as feet rs the wind; and
he will be to Trcn:ol before thou art halt
way said the smith, with laugh.
YOU forgot that shod his horse, boss
Hutton.'
swell, he is armed, and will shoot thee
rs dead as nail, if thou dost attempt vio-
lence.'
Cant be did, boss. shook the primine
from his pistols, when he was in to supper
Thunder and Belzebub-Lord forgive
me-but-'
The remainder of the sentence was lost or
Malachi's ear, for with Il wild 'Yahip ga-
lang, Sorrel!' he was following in the track
of the British SPY.
CHAPTER II.
The night was very dark, and fakes o.
snow were falling fast over the already
whtened ground, bat the old sorrel was per
fec,ly acquainted with every inch of th'
ground, and as if prompted by an instinc
that he was on business that admitted Of nj
delay, it needed but little urging on the par
Malachi to make him stretch his necl
through the village of brunswick, like grey
hound.
Occasionally, his rider would rein up, ant
pause to listen, as if he could hear the clat
| terng of hoofs in the distance, and when h
could hear no sound but the moaning of th
wind, as it whistled through the forest trees
he would shout, 'Ga-lang, you critter, th
game is ahead somewhere and the hols
would resume his old pace.
| But this perseverance, was not to 60 loDl
uprewarded !; for he had scarcely put the vii
lage of Brunswick five m,lr, behind him
when he deserted the object Of his search
short distance ahead, and travelling at sucl
gait as convinced him that Ensign Spence
had little reason to thank Malachi Doolittl
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was no great feat for the sorrel or appren
tice to rein up by the side Of the officer, II
the space of a few moments.
1t was too dark for Spencer to rccogniz
his new acquaintance of the smithey.
Sine evening, Squire said Malachi
ssleighing will be frst-rate to- morrow, i
it continues to come down in this way
'Thcre we don't agree, FRIEND said Spon
Ger, placing his hand, by way of precaut'on
upon one Of his pistols, 'for the night, to m
mind, is a cursed dark and stormy one.'
well, 'tis something dark, that's fact,
was Malachi's response, 'for man that
got considerable distance to ride. Got
fine horse? can't see, for sartin. Critic
goes kinder lame, don't he =
sYes, thanks to a bungling fellow tha
shod him two hours ago, shall not be ahl
to reach my destination by daylight
'Rather guess you won't Squire, a. tn
rate you are travelling now. Trenton IS
long way off yet, and 1t is n rough road t
travel. Now, Squire, seein' it's you,
wouldn't mind swappin' horses. Old Sor
rel is sure footed, and only ten wears old
come next grass though | she uid require
| E.I, bont up,lcr tha circumstauceS-nO