Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1868-1875, 1871-04-16
ADOLPHUS BLIZZARD;
THE BIG BORDERER'S
REVENGE.
CHAP. I.-WRsTWARp Hul


azure OF the sky was tinted with crimson
like the blOated face of an alcoholic bum
mer. Not a zephyr ruff1ed the grassy
surface of the plain, and no sound broke
the impressive stiffness save the melodious
cry of the slumgullion and the pensive
wall of solitary bullfrog. The glitteriDg
sheen of a broad river lent additional
charms to this gorgeous scene, and on the
bank of this river, in the calm eVentlde,
there halted a weary cavalier, mounted
on a bob-tailed steed of protrusive an
atomy.
The rider, Adolphus Blizzard, was a
magnificent specimen of the border
hunter, and fought at $50 pounds. His
handsome face was shaded by a mass of
wayy black hair, and sixty cent straw
hat; superb mustache graced his upper
hp and he had an eccentric squint in his
starboard eye. His athletic form was
encased in a buckskin suit of rather
questionable sanitary condition, and there
were indications that his own skin was in
the same fix. He was armed profusely,
and loaded demijohn dsngled at his sad
die bow.
For time the stalwart bOrderef gazed
pensively upon the magnificent landscape
spread before him; then, with pro-
found sigh, he raised the demi-
John to his lips and heavy
suffer Of the contents went down his
gullet. A pleasant look irradiated his in
teresting phiz; his classic nose assumed a
deeper, darker tinge of red; his eyes
snapped like clam shells at low tide; his
ears tapped joyously, and the ambient
air was losded with the order of benzine
whisky.
Descending from the saddle, he hoppled
his horse in true frontier style, by tying
his left ear to his tail, and proceeded to
build a fire wherein to cook his evening
meal. An inspection of his grub bag
showed, to his dismay, that the supply
was reduced to one corn dodger and two
onions, SO Selling his gun he rushed
madly forth in search of game.
Fortune was in a propitious mood.
At a short distance a herd of buffaloes
were playfully tossing each other on their
spreading horns. Crack went the rife
of the hunter, and four-year-old bull
fell headlong in the grass with his skull
smashed to atoms, and nine inches of his
tail carried away by the unerTing billet.
Steaks from the rump OF the animal were
soon spuuering over the fire, sending
forth an aroma that was grateful to the
nostrils Of our hungry hero. Biz was
an eatist of extraordinary capacity, so
he slung the chunks of meat under his
moustache with vigor that soon filled
out the kinks in his dilapidated stomach.
During this sumptuous repast the demi-
John was repeatedly balanced upon his
upper lip, and he then lit his pipe and
lay back on the grass He was as happy
as plantation niger with bran new
red shirt.
s'That are is bully supper, now; dog
goned if it ain't!" said the hunter, appa-
rently addressing a cloud of smoke that
curled upward from his pipe; San this
air whisky-though kin hearit sis when
it reaches my stumich-makes teller
feel good all over. Darned if l
don't have y song all for myself, any
how, though faint uncommon jolly out
here, all alone. A-hem.
1.-THE turkey buzzards lragant bird,
An SOS the perrary uOfg;
The killiO he sings so sweet,
An so due ole bull frog;
Frog, oh frOgee, frog
An SO due ole bull frog.
Sally Jones is 2 very nice gal,
An SOS her brother sam;
If Sail II only marry me
I'd be as happy as clam.
Clam, oh Glance, clam
"Whs! my white brother sings like g
government mule!" said deep, cultural
voice, lnterrupting the ditty.
AdOlphus Blizzard bounded into the air
and descended on his feet, with O pistol
in each hand, and his knife between his
teeth. There was vengeance in his flash
ing eye, and death in his c0mpTessedlips;
but there was also big Indian on his
back. and one graphing each arm, so that
before he pulled trigger he was hurled
to the ground and tied hand aud foot.
He swore fuenuy.
s0The white man will shut the hole in
his face!" howled a painted savage, as he
seized a stick of fire-woOd, and gave Biz
a belt on the jaw that knocked out four
tech.
CHAP. IA CAPTIVE.
The captive shut the hole.
"Wah! Whist does the pale face carry
in the big bottle?" inquired the great chief
of the party, raising tito his noSe. Fire.
water! Ugh! Bully! Indian ike him!
and the red cuss threw back his head and
swallowed at least quart. The fiery
LIQUID nearly choked him, but he smacked
his lips and passed it over to one of his
companions, with a grunt of intense sat
isfaclion. The ether Indians, in turc,
took a big drink. In ten minutes hap
pier lot Of heather didn't breathe. They
laughed, sang, danced, kicked the pris-
ocer in the Tib5, eat all his grub, drank
the last of his whisky, broke the demi-
John over his head, and promising to
roast him IN the morning, went to sleep.
CHAPTER Iu.-RED-HOT REVENGE.
An hour after the last savage had sue
cumbed to the effects of the liquid light
ming. our hero raised his head slowly,
cautiously, and CHASTITY, battered head il
vas. One eye was closed, and his nose
looked ike q boiled beet struck with q
club. To say that he was mad would
hardly convey an idea of the vindictiYC
passion that ragged in his soul. A fearful
oath of vengeance escaped from hi:
bleeding lips, and the ConVulsive heavirg
of his breast split his shirt from stem tc
stern. By mighty effortof his herceleaI
strength he burst the thongs that bOInc
him, then crawling hEc q huge
blacksnake through the grass, ht
reached the fire, seized burning brand
a2d held it over the mouth of the neaTes
Indian. The effect was terrific. AvUlum'
of blue smoke burst from the potato tral
of tie intoxicated savage. With kissing
sound like the burning fuse OF bomb
shell. The brand was applied to each o
the pr6strate rcd men, with the same ap
! polling effect, md then followed serIe
of horrible explosions ina Sled the al
with human fragments and flying Sep
ing knives. In the midst OF this dread
full eruption Adolphus Blizzard dance
and howled with fehdish triumph, but
fIying head striking him in the bead ba;
ket. doubled him up like shut Jach
knife, so be mounted his terrified Size
and galloped madly into the darkness.
There is legend current on the pra
RE that the spirit of Blizzard, on phaI
] tom steed, may be seen on dark nigh
| calloping across the plain, chased by II
9;o,G bCIcbinC forth blue flame: but