The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1862-11-25


Il is one Of the entertainments herea-
bouts. Besides, they would raise the
posse on US You forge, we're in a
slave State. an enomy's country.
! led Fulano to the brink lie
stood moiionless, cycling me, Just as
he eyed me in that terrible pause in
Lusgernel Alley.
Here, Ham, up with you Put
across the slough He swims like an
alligator. Then make for the north
star, and leave the horse for Mr., Rich
ard Wade at the fremont House, Chi
cago. Treat him like a brother,
Ham T
L.or' bress you, massa ! will
dat
lie yaulted up, like a sprightly
nigger, one Of the raal ambishus sort
The baying came nearer, nearer,
ringing sweetly through the golden
quiet Of noon.
launched Fulano with an urgent
whisper
4 Two hundred yards TO swim, and
then all clear to Freedom
Fulano splashed in and took deep
water magnifcently.
What a sight it is to see a noble
horse nobly breast the food--to see
his shoulders thrust aside the stream,
his breath come quick, his eyes fash,
his launches lift, his wake widen after
him
And then-Act 2-how grand it is
TO see him paw and struggle with
might and main upon the farther
bank--to see him rise, all glossy and
reeking, shake himself, and with a
snort 20 galloping free and away !
Aha a sight TO be seen !
We stood watching-Act |. The
\ fugitive was half across. The baying
came closer, closer on his trail.
Two-thirds across.
The baying ceased. The whole
pack drew long wall.
They see him, said Biddulph.
Almost across A dozen more
! plunges, Fulano! A crowd of armed
men on horseback dashed up 10 the
bank two hundred yards above us. II
was open where they halted. They
could not see us among the bushes on
the edge of the slough. One Of them
lit was Murker-sprang from his
saddle He pointed his rifle quick
and steady. Horse and man, the fu-
gitives were close TO the bank and the
thicket of safety.
Ping
Almost over, as the rife cracked,
Ham had turned at the sound of his
pursuers crushing through the bushes.
Fulano swan high. He bore a proud
head aloft, conscious of his brave dl-
Ity. II was but moment since he
had dashed away, and the long lines
Of his wake still rippled against the
bither bank.
We heard the bullet sing. 1t mis-
1 sed the man as he turned 1t struck
Fulano. Blood spirited from great
artery. He bounded forward. Ham
caught the bushes on the bank, pulled
himself ashore, and cluiched for The
bride.
Poor Fulano He flung his head
and paved the surface with a great
spasm. He screamed a death scream
like that terrible cry Of anguish of his
comrade martyred in the old heroic
cause in Luggernel Alley. We could
see his agonized eye turn back in the
socket, sending towards us a glance
Of farewell.
/ Noble horse again a savior. Hc
/ yielded and sank slowly away into
that base ditch.
| But Ham, was he safe ? lie had
disappeared in the thicket. His pur-
suers called the hounds, and galloped
off to chase him round the slough.
Ham toas safe. lie got off to free
dom. From bis refuge be writes 10
me that be is poplar that be has
sot up a Livery Institution, and has
most beautiful black colt a GROWN
up for me-. Ham was saved but
Fulano gone. Dead by Murker's RI
he. The brother had strangely ayen-
/ ged bis brother, trampled to death in
the far away canon Of the Rocky
Mountains.
a lady asked pupil at public
examination Of the Sunday School -
What was the Sin Of the phari-