Litchfield enquirer., 1874-05-21

uyOOuyS Ao SoDTcu ulin aG once, Dy way of thanks, so that he might tell no tales Every troop kept the place appointed to it; and, if any unwitttng wayfarer stum- bled upon them, Badrul Bey and his men made an end of hlm in no time. For this they used their silent arrows, not choos- ing to risk the report of their noisy mus kets.
 Nobody could discover them; and no- body could warn the girls and the women of Debreczln that they were so near. No. And God?-He saw them; and in the mirror of the Delibab he revealed them to the poor women rushing on their destruction, and stretched out the whole display of this hidden treachery before them. Prais- ed be his holy name
 At noon of the third day, the scouts of Badrul Bey came into the thick of the wood to announce to him, that in the dis tance, on the prairie, there was @ long train in sight, which threw up a perfect cloud of dust, as hundreds of wagons, one after another, came trailing on.
 'That is they!'
 of a little hill to look around him. Was he, perhaps, the enormous giant whose shadow appeared on the heavens, with his
 
 ban on his head?
 '"That is theyl Let them come near. Nobody can put them on their guard, - nobody?"
 Of sudden, the dust-cloud that was approaching wavered for moment: and then, instead of approaching leisureiy, as before, turned hastily on one side: and the carriages could be seen with the poor haQGtd 41o Badrul Bey looked on in a rage. "Who can have betrayed us?"
 Then, as If in answer to his question. a rustling swept through the wood: the high beech-trees all bent, grooming, down: and most terrible gale swept howling over the plain; and thick cloud of vel low dust enyeloped all the country. Badrul Bey was not used to be afraid | of storms. He had studied in Kuzuk Pa cha's school.
 up with your lances!' he cried to his horsemen. ''The points of the lances will scatter the storm. We mus. after the runaways. Out on the plain P Ahi there was another commander on the plain. Straight across the prairie, pursuers, there rode the wild Whirlwind,
 
 proudly dances over the whole plain. toss. es her locks in the clouds, so that all her hair futters free; while on her delicate feet, hidden in the dust, she is twirling faster and faster. Now she bows to the l up, fine by degrees, Sand losses her proud head higher and higher, Woe to any thing mortal or earthly that comes in her I way! she shatters it in pieces, and scatters it to all the winds. Roofs and hay-ricks and trees, torn up by the roots, dance round and round like chips in a whirl pool a
 After her comes her bridegroom, the Thunderstorm. He is driving his fierce bride before him, with his fire in hand he is stretching out his arms for her, and will chase her to the death. Oh the love of these spirits for each otheris some. thing terrible.
 In an instant the whirlwind enveloped Badrul Bey's troop in such a cloud of sand, that no one knew which was forward or which was back. The air was dark as pitch. Not one of the horsemen could see another through the cloud which was so thick that even the lightning did moi shine through :. only you could hear the thunder drawing nearer and nearer. Badrul Bey's horse trembled under him. The storm tore of his turban from his head, and stripped his little banneret from his lance. - - -
 70 God God of the Hungarians ? muttered the negro. shaking his fist above him at. the sky. .' Thou hast taken the part ot thine own people; but thou cansi not deliver them from me P
 As soon as the braggart chief had ut tered thls blasphemy, something hard