Nebraska advertiser. [volume] (Brownville, Nemaha County, N.T. [Neb.]) 1856-1882, 1865-01-05

panion-ladder. o God, guide Us ! Davis
He is good and great and He holds the
seas in the hollow of His hand. He is
strong tower and fortress. Davis
pray, for here they come
A dozen ships lanterns moved swiftly
towards them, and the next moment the
two were in the clutch of dozen Hindus
whose white tunlca were splashed with
the blood of murdered men.
They were about TO plunge their bay
onets into their kneeling victims, when
their leader, the Rajah, with bis
sabre struck up their weapons as he
shouted the wa;chword of their sect,
''Wah .Gooroo -
The Rajah was fat, smOOth-faced
Hindu. with small half-shut eyes, and, a
cruel mouth. He had the captains
double glass slung around him, and the
captains gold watch chain twisted round
his black and yellow turban.
Davis clung to his feet and prayed for
his life
'Hooly, hooIy, jack said Patterson to
him, but without looking towards hiscom
panion let me alone, WI the bluid
thirsty deevil. and I'll try him WI just
word or two of his ain lingo that | picked
up at SINGAPORE. They wanna twist our
lhrapples if l can help it, No, fear, man;
we must make the best of g bad business,
Speak them. gently, man, and don't
screigh there is if you'd got dozen
knives in your wame.'
Patterson was raw boned Scotch lad
ungainly in body, large footed, red-hair-
ed, shambling. But he was "a brave,
thoughtful, shrewd lad, and forgot his
own danger in care of his younger com.
panion.
He did not utter these exhortations
in one breath, but piecemeaI as they
were both led to the state-cabin, where
Baloo Singh was now enthroned.
Take heart, jack he said, 'remem-
Der how David, the son of Jesse, slew
the big thief of giant WI a wee flint
stone.'
i am not afraid, Sandy replied the
little fellow, his cheek flushing; I'm
only wee skeared. Look the mur-
dering rogues, they've got poor Mr..
Jobson.'
God help him = said Patterson.
Poor Mr.. Jobson! !! groaned Jack ;
look, how he's cut on the forehead.
In the cabin, with one foot on the dead
body of the murdered captain, sat the
chief fanatic, Baloo Singh. He was a
tall, thin nah, with lead colored eyes,
face of corpse color, blue lips and long
shriveled hands. He sat erect, with no
trace of any human expression upon his
face. He certainly acted well the part
of a resusetated dead man. Thirty or
forty Hindus, mad with excitement, stood
round their leader, holding lighted. cam
dies, boarding pixies, blood-slained sa-
bres, and ship muskets still smoking at
the muzzles:
Worship him, worship Baloo Singh
they cried, as they dragged the uufOrtu-
nate mate to the feet of their chief.
The brave man stood erect without
look of fear.
i be cussed if l 60! he said, and
turned his quid, and spat ,pon the ground.
The chief made SWEEPING movement
with his hand, and the mite was dragged
from the room. There was a struggle,
yell, and a pistol.shot, thin silence.
'Wah Gooroo!' SHOUTED The fanatics
with one voice.
'Wah Gooro = said Babo Singh, with
voice that seemed 10 rise from tomb.
SO perish the unbelieversr
A weasel faced Hindu, hin as a girl,
and his dark, mean features almost hid
den by rank, straight black hair. now
seized Patterson. and, sabre in hand,
dragged him to the feet of Baloo Singh.
'Guid bye, Jack said Patterson, with
rueful grimaee, and cla,ping the boys
hand. It's gpid bye b my harms
[brains] now-the dOur deevils. Yet
Gods still aboon a., and I'll hae try
for my life STILL
Hsdji Hanna, the bIoatd wretch we
have already seen, stepped forward and
sticking his fat fingers in tie red hair of
the Scotch lad. raised a carving-knife
that he had snaiched fromlhe stewards
pantry.
Son of heaven he saidto his chief,
let US sacrifice this unbelRver to the
goddess Kimlee; she has tod US to purge
sea and land of these infdes, who deny
your resurrection
'Good-by to old Aberdeen the Lord
have mercy upon me- groned Patter-
son. Then a sudden light came in his
eyes, and he struggled iorward and
seized the robe of the false prophet
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