The weekly Panola star. [volume] (Panola, Miss.) 1857-1881, 1870-08-06


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thankful That my Niia dIl net dratfi mr
In Time NJ danger, ud his Time ry
presence nl mind rnvol me rom 40 ugly
death, Had venlufrd 10 HptlnR up win
the Intention ot saving myself, be- wa a
strong man, and undoubtedly would soon
have ovcfpnwcrcd me But Instead Ut lhis,
! merely said, IN AZ cool and peovish q
voice ~ ! could command "Pahaw
Wheeler, man, don't waken a Fellow
iouU get The volume In the little book
clse-Hood night I've 10 rise early
and ! closed my eyes, not however before
had observed The deadly weapon quickly
concealed behind his back, and lhe foolish
slmpering smile OF The dipsomaniac sue
cecdcd the stern determined glance ot The
would be assassin.
"llel hor' laughed the mailman 81
thought he hel on, here Is the book
Goot.nighti sound sleep
Yes thought ! my boy, and "A nice
sound sleep you were preparing Tor me
A feeling OF anger At that moment took
possession OF me, and | felt almost hated
my unfortunate paiiont
had now very little inclination for
sleep and after remaining quiet for a few
moments, | began to simulate restlessness;
then rubbing my eyes / sat un, yawnel,
and said "lIane Il, old Wheels, couldn't
you have got the book yourself, without
rousing meY ! cant sleep again now
however, | may AZ well finish those let.
ters." With these remarks, | swung my.
self to the deck, and resoated myself to
write. For some time | looked every
where, but In vain, for the large clasp
knife with which ! was to have been made
so intimately acquainted. At last per.
celyed q little bit of It's polished blade
peeping out from beneath the mat on
which Mr.. Wheeler had once more thrown
himself. 4" So, then" thought |, ~ anu a
prisoner, aud my jallera mailman, Pleas
ant consideration y There was little
chance OF any one coming To my aid. Ny
only hope WAS, that one OF the men might
be taken III -apoplexy, collie, or cholera
morbus, | did not mind what, provided |
should DO sent Tor. | was very much in
the position Of the doctor IN the old carl.
cature, praying Heaven to send a pesti
lence amongtho people, chat thy servant
may not die Of want" | knew, too, that
If aroused his anger or suspicion, by
calling for assistance or trying to escape, |
should be but rs q child in his hands, and
he would assurodly kill me. "lf,nl thought
IL could only gain possession of that aw