The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1860-02-08

bustling into the room, and, with d
slightly Hurried manner, addressed our
host !: HlHa9'l
Squire, this is a strange country
of yours !! Do you let crazy people
/ range it with guns in their hands 2
Not when we know it's Why
What about crazy people? You lool
i excited.p a6Ia Il lH gga 81,
1 "Wel, I think I've had enough te
make me feel a little curious 0
! "What is it ? what's it 2" exelaim
ed everybody, eagerly. 8s
Why, I have met with either the
1 Old Harry himself ghost. or a mad
man, and which it isl am confouned.
| ly puzzled to tell !" AID aiigu.s
Where (? How 2" i.Qp 81
He threw himself into chair, wiped
the perspiration from his forehead, and
continued: i&ge. ao3s
You know, Stoner and myself
when we parted from you all this morn
! ing, took up the right-hand side of the
bottom timber Well, Stoner accom-.
panied me to my stand, where we
parted, he to go on to his !; and / have
seen nothing of him since. Soon after
he left me deer passed QUIT shot
it, wounded it, and jumped on my horse
to pursue it,. The deer had staggered
at my fire, but was not so badly wound
ed as [ supposed, and led me off, until
it suddenly occurred to me that !
might get lost, and I refined up !; but
| soon found that this sober second
thought had come too late and that I
was already out of my latitude. i
wandered about nearly all day, though
taking care not to go very far in one
direction, before came across any
thing which promised to set me right
again. i at last came upon a wagon
trail, and felt relieved, for knew it
must take me to some point where /
could get information. The trail was
narrow, leading through scrubby thick
cts and / was riding along slowly,
looking down, in the hope detecting
the tracks Of some of your horses, when
the violent shying of my horse caused
me to raise my eyes, And, by George
it was enough to have stampeded i a
whole regiment of horses /! On the left
of the trail stood very tall skeleton
like figure, dressed in skins, one foot
advanced, as if be had stopped in the
act of stepping across it, and long
heavy gum just swinging down to the
level, bearing on me. OF course my
heart leaped into my throat, and my
flesh shrank and crept. Before could
think of raising my gun, my eyes met
those of this strange figure; and such
eyes Surprise at their cold, immature
al expression suspended my action !;
burning with chill, singular brilianey,
in deep-sunken sockets, they looked as
if they never hadd winked. $ Dwelling
steadily upon my face for a moment,
they seemed to be satisfied and the
gun was slowly thrown back upon his
shoulders and, pluckingi at long
grizzly beard with an impatient gesture
of his bony hands, the figure made a
stride across the trail, and, without
speaking a word, plunged into the
thicket. Twas $50 COMPOUNDED by this
curious dumb show that he W as nearly
concealed inithe brush before L found
my tongue to shout toiilhim to stop !;
but he kept on, not even turning his
head. l. was provoked, and spurred
my horse in after him as far as. Ieoul1
penetrate but he kept on, and | lost
sight of him in a moment, and whether
he can talk at all or not is more than I
can tell" j.
did you look at his feet. Henry !? .
interrupted one of the party II .ex-
pect it was old i.
"Never mind what you expect hear
me out, /" he continued. i followed
the trail, which. wound about, it seem
ed to no, towards all the points of the
compass, for an hour or more, when at
last it led me out into a prairie which
I thought ! recognized, T., stopped,
and was looking around to- make out
the landmarks, when a horse with a
saddle on burst from the, woods. behind
me, and tore off across the prairie, as
if he, too, had seen the devil. = a,o
What color was he? exclaimed
half dozen voices in a breath. H. :
/" BE was too far off for me to dis
tingnish more than that he was q dark
horse-say about as much SO as mine.
| could distinguish the pummel Of the
saddle and the stirrups flying II
.sstoner's horse was Q dark bay, .
was bazzed around the. table in low
tones, every one looking seriously in
his neighbours face.
Yes 2 said the Squire, rising and
stepping uneasily to- the window.
"Stoner's horse was a good deal like
yours; he must have got away from
him, and that is what detajns him. -
But then the nag was a very kind
creature, and well trained I wonder
it should have behaved so ~
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