The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-02-13
NO. So.

where his remains would be hastily laid in earth.
after the custom of the frontiers. Another hnr-
red, with all the instinct of disciplinc,to saddle
horse for the purpose of carrying forward the
mail bag which poor Shem had resigned only
with his life This rider was the most affected
of the group, by the melancholy tidings had
brought He would have preferred to be one
Of those who were to lay his old associate be-
meath the prairie turf, but this could not be-
He was next for duty he said, simply, with
tears standing in his hardy eyes. Sc, he hur
ried to equip himself and steed for the perilous
road. | now venture, rather timidly and awk
wardly, to prefer my request for the accomoda
ton of fresh relays of horses along the rest OF
route, speaking as modesty as could of my own
preservation of the dispatches. The men look
ed puzzled as they scrutinized me and weighed
my demand One of them, he who had taken
me for renegade white in the Indian interest,"
gave me piercing glance, and grufly said,
'How do we know he amt been bamfoozling US
with a pack of lies ? He may have murdered
Shem, you see, jest to get remount, and
You Jest shut up Numbered in tones of deep
Indignation. the rider who was 20 carry on the
mails You oughter to be ashamed OF that
tongue o. youru, Jethro Summers. Here's
gentleman, and what's more, an honest chap
has fit by poor Shem's side, has saved his scalp
from them Shoshonies, and brought on the bag
for us, and you re to insult him with yonr mean
talk. See his boss is fresh, and he's brought
opI In m fnliiO him he "a
murder a white christian to get liz. He's
burnin' shame, Seth Summers
Otis It's = exclaimed the other two men.
Did We ever know darned renegade look a
chap in the face, bold and honest like the col
onel there j.? He's good chap, is mister; and
if ever he wants a friend in a rough and tum-
BILE. fight, we're his men, sure as Ihiuks can
swim
The trio shook hands with me with genuine
warmth. Now, when the iron was hot, was the
time to strike. l therefore made an energetic
appeal to them to supply me with horses assur-
ing them that my whole prospects and happl-
ness, as well as those of others. depended on
my speed. They listened with interest but
when l concluded with the wort1s, Shem Grind
rod wished it; he babe me ask il OF YOU as he
lay dying the game was won. To be sure, the
one iil-conditioned member Of the community
grnmbled out something about soft sawder,
breach of rules, cunning Yankees, and dismis-
SAL But the tall rider cut him short, by affirm
ing with an oath, that IT the Co. chose to ride
nasty on such point, after the strangers ser
nh, 4bc 10 "a and he
wouldn't serve 'em for ONE ] did not at first
exactly comprehend this frequently recurring
phrase of the Co. and was disposed to regard
it as the name of some ovsl-io"ker, or supenn-
tendent, but afterwards discovered that this
mnnosyllabic impersonation meant the Express
Company.
Look sharp Mister. You shall have a mount
but there's time lost already, and we shall nave
10 ride whip and spur. Come and pick nag
ous of the corral. There's brindied mustang
your saddle will fit like his skin. The roam
best, but his backs rubbed raw Ask Jonas 10
give You some beef and biscuis; we shant pass
pass many hotels, air positive. Charge that re-
volyer o youn, colonel; / see two bullets mss
ing Have a horn Of whiskey- old Mononga-
hela? No! DO he spry with The saddle. you
Jeth-a msn should help in case like this
Easy, mister, with the brdle--the mustang
bites-so Well take care Of your nag, and
you will find him sleek Stag. if you come
back our way. Good by, boy@!'
So saying the impatient rider G2rshed his
preparations, sprang to his saddle. waved his
repeating carbine over his head, and set OF at
a furious speed. l followed rs rapidly as
could, shouting farewell TO those left behind,
who were on the point of starting for tbe place
where poor Shem was lying beside the co.pses
of his copper hued foes, stiff and stark.
The brindled mustang was fat and lazy, COM
pared with the nmbe cream coored pony on
which my guide was mounted. IL took all my
exertions to Overtake 'Demus Blake, whose
name was probably Aristodemust though thus
curtailed BY usage. We rode at treneddons
pace.
JoI