Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1861-09-25

| not Continental, but hard Spanish, and
Hold on, friend, for heavens sake L
have no wish to trade horses at any rate
and your lOquacity is perfectly oyerwhelm,
ing. have but one question to ask and
you can act your own pleasure in answer
ing it. Who gave you the information
that was travelling to Trenton?
jest as slick as grease, squire. You are
on our side. God save King George and
down with the rebels l am Malachi Doo-
little, Jonas Hutton's apprentice boy, who
shod your critter this very night; and 1t
appears it was so confOunded dark in the
shop that L made pesky job of it.
'Pesky job, indeed, said Spencer. why
my horse is going dead lame, and must
be in Trenton tomorrow morning-my
Business is of the most vital Importance.
Couldn't l do the business for you?
said Malachi. You can go back to squire
Hutton's, while 1 carry the dispatches you
bear about you to the British camp.
No. said Spencer, with laugh; that
would hardly do. A British officer plac-
ing important dispatches in the hands OF
blacksmith's apprentice, is altogether out
of the question
BY Judas, I've got it, exclaimed Mala-
chi, as if struck with a sudden thought
We will swap horses for the present. III
take your critter back to Hutton's and
doctor him until you call for him. and lend
you old sorrel-hc is Just as fresh now as
when be left the stable, and can keep the
same gait for four and twenty hours to
come
Ensign Spencer was delig hted with the
proposition, and hating at a favorable
place they doth dismounted to make the
exchange. But no sooner had the officers
feet touched the ground than he found
himself in the close embrace of tall Mala-
chi.
Now, squire, he exclaimed, before it
comes to worse tussel, I'll trouble you to
fork over them papers,
What? what do you mean, you plebian
hound said Spencer, by insulting an off,
Ger of King GeoFge?' struggling to free
himself from the iron grasp of the black
smiths apprentice.
Il mean just what say, you gaul darned
tory varmint. Hurrah for
George Washington and the Continental
Congress. Kiss Mary again, will you?
Well, Pm not going to be cruel, buff you
don't fork over those papers in jiffy, by
the sixteenth chapter of Revelations. I'll
make mince meat of yOu-l will, by Ju-
das.'
Don't throttle me- exclaimed Spencer,
(for Malachi's grip at his throat had been
every instantly and they are
yours
Don't attempt to come any of your
games, you tory varmint. l can out-run.
out jump. or out-wrestle anything in our
diggings, and
Such is not my intention. There are
the papers-much good may they do you.
And now be kind enough to release my
collar
Wait a bit, squire-so no, sorrel-
must make all right and, at the same
he let 60 of Spencer and leaped
into the saddle. Good night, squire, ard
pleasant dreams
Spencer instantly aimed one of the pis-
tolls point blank at Malachi, but it missed
fire. He dashed it to the ground with
curse, and leveled the other-the trigger
clicked, but there was no discharge. i
'Ha ha hal laughed Malachi. You'll
find the primin' scattered round Jonas
Hutton's kitchen floor, where 1 left it.
Ya-hip, ga-long sorrcl. Three cheers for
George Washington and the Continental
Congress