The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1860-09-12

whip. had the same then I've got now-
tall, stout, powerful bag mare-and you
may believe there's some go in her. AT
any rate, she struck gait that even aston
ished me. She had received good mess
of oats, the air was cool, and she fek like
going. In fifteen minutes we cleared the
woods, and away we went at keen jump.
The chap inside kept yelling ip be ler out.
"Finally he stopped, and in few min
utes there came the eport of pistol--one
two-three-four-one right after the 9TH
er, and heard the balls over my head If
had been on my seat, one of those balls,
if moi two of them, would have gone thro'
me. popped up my head again and gave
yell, and then deep groan, and then
said, 20, God save me, I'm dead man p
Then | made shuffling noise as though
were falling off, and finally settled down on
the foot board again. now urged up the
old mare by giving her an occasional poke
with the butt of my whip stock, and she
peeled it faster than ever.
"The man called out TO me twice more
pretty soon after this, and as he got no re-
ply he made some tremendous endeavors
to break the door open, and as this failed
him, he made several attempts on the top.
But had no fear of e dong anything
there, for the top ofahe - is framed with
dovetails, and each Sleeper bolted 10 the
posts with iron bolts. had ii made so
could carry heavy loads there. By and by,
after all else had failed, the scamp commen-
ced 10 holler whoa TO The horse, and kept it
up until he became hoarse. All this time l
had kept perfectly quiet, holding the reins
firmly, and kept poking the beast with the
stock.
"Wewere not an hour in going that doz-
en- miles-not bi. of it. | hadn't much
fear; perhaps might tell the truth and say
that had none, for had good pistol, and
with that, my passenger was safsl yet was
glad when came 10 the old IL barrel
factory that stood at the edge of SAckson
village, and in ten minutes more I hauled
up in front of the tavern, and found a coup
le of men in the barn cleaning down some
stage horses.
"sWell, old feller,' says |, as | got down
and went round 10 the back of the wagon,
you have had good ride haven't ye 2"
"'Who are you g he cried, and he kind
of swore little, too, as he asked the ques-
ton.
"I'm the man you tried 10 shoot was
my reply.
"'Where am Let me out !" he YELL
ed.
"'Look here, we've come to a safe stop.
ping place, and mind ye, my revolver is
ready for ye the moment you show your
self. Now lay quiet
"By this time two ostlers had come up to
see what was the matter, and ] explained
it all 10 them. Alter this got one of them
to run and rout out the Sheriff, and tell
what believed I'd got for him. The firsI
streaks of daylight were just coming up,
and in half an hour it would be broad day
light. In less than that time the Sheriff
came, and two men with him. | told him
the whole in a few words-exhibited the
handbills had for him, and then he made
for the cart. He told the chap inside who
he was, and if he made the least resistance
he'd be dead man. Then | slipped the
iron wrench out, and as let the door down
the fellow made spring. ] caught him by
the ankle and he came down on his face
and in a moment more the officers had
him. 1: was now daylight, and the moment
saw the chap recognized him. He was
marched off TO the lock up. and l told the
Sheriff should remain in town all day.
s'After breakfast the Sheriff came down
to the tavern and told me that had caught
the very bird, and that if would remain
until the next morning | should have the
reward of two hundred dollars which had
been offered.
81 found my goods all safe, paid the ex-
press agen: for bringing them from Indiana.
POLLS, and then went TO work to stow them
away in my cart. The bullet holes were
found in the top of my vehicle just as / ex.
pected. They were in a line about five in
ches apart, and had been where usual.
sit, two of them would have hit me some.
where about the small of the back and pass.
ed upward, for they were sent with heavy
charge of powder, and his pistol was very
heavy one.
"On the next morning the Sheriff called
upon me and paid me two hundred dollars
in gold, for he had made himself sure tha
he had got the villain. afterwards found
letter in the post Office at Portsmouth fol
me, from the Sheriff of Hancock county, ,and
he informed me that Mr. Dick Hardhead il
in prison for life."
So ended the peddler's story. In the
morning had the curiosity TO look at hi
cart, and found the four bullet-holes jus
as he had told us, though they were now
plugged up with vial corks.