Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-07-30

browsing about the camp, and the next
morning was still there-standing with
head down and eyes closed, dreamily
moving his ears, and lazily switching
his scanty tail.
Joggles smiled coptemptuously every
time he looked at the old jack. Stand
ing on his porch, as the miners of the
camp passed on their way down to their
claims on the river, Joggles facetiously
inquired whether any of them would
like to back THAT thar ferocious beast
aginst Old Pizen for another 5000"
At last all the men of the camp were
down on the river at work. About 8
o'clock in the morning one of the men
of the Buckeye Company happened to
go from the bar up to the bank of the
river for something. A moment after,
grinning gleefully, he called out to those
below: "The impatient Joggles is 60
ing to bring on the game. There'n be
some fun before long; / see him start
ing the old jack up along the valley to-
ward the fiat. He's on the sly, and is
getting rather keen to see that fightw
| Watching Joggles, he was seen in the
edge of the timber throwing rocks to
urge the jack to move up streak of
open ground that led to the fat between
two groves of pines. Presently he came
back and seated himself on his porch,
getting up once in while and stretch
ing his neck to see if the jack was going
in the right direction. He was dying
to have the animals get together.
At last man who had climbed upon
the bank reported that the jack was not
to be seen, and that he had no doubt
gone over the ridge into the fiat.
Ali was now excitement among the
men, and two or three of them were
constantly on the river bank listening
for sounds of the fray. Presently they
cried out that the battle had begun.
All hands fastened to the top of the
high, steep bank, whence was to be had
fair view of the open ground leading
up to the ridge, beyond which lay the
fiat where roamed the fighting horse.
Although half mile distant, terrible
squealing and braying could be dis
tinctly heard-cries of rage and pain
from the contending animals. A great
cloud of red dust could be seen rising
from the ridge. This cloud, that told
of the battle, moved to and fro; some
times appearing to approach quite near
to the crest of the ridge, then again to
recede. All this time there was heard
the most fearful squeaiing and braying
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. very distinctly,
again more family, as the varying
breeze waited the sounds or as the scene
of the battle shifted.
Looking toward the camp, Joggles
was seen, jumping up and down, and
running frantically about, evidently in
tensely excited. Soon he was observed
to get ladder, and mount the roof of
his porch, and thence to climb to the
top of his house, vainly stretching out
his neck to obtain view of the fight.
Now the cloud of dust was seen to
rapidly approach the crest of the ridge,
and soon it came whirling over it. Then
were seen two dense clouds of dust,
both rolling rapidly in the direction of
the camp. Wild snorts and hoarse
brays were heard. Swiftly the red
clouds rolled on, and soon in the fore
most the form of an animal could be
seen. A puff of wind showed this to be
the broncho-Old Pizen. At the dis
lance of three or four hundred yards
behind rolled rapidly following cloud,
as we have sometimes seen two small
whirlwinds in playful mood. What was
in this last cloud could not be seen, but
the Buckeye boys" felt that their jack
ass was thar.
Down into the camp charged the ter
ritied brOnchO, snOrting with fear at
every jump, and occasionally half turn
ing his head in orGer to see If the ter
rible jack was still in pursuit. AS the
frantic horse tore through the camp
with nostrils distended, name flying in
the wind, and tail sticking out straight
behind, Joggles was heard shouting
wildly from the roof of his house,
"Whoa, Pizen whoa, Pizen !" But
just at that moment there was no
whoa in Old Pizen. Down through
all the little town he concentrating di-
rectly for the bar, as though in search
of human assistance.
Straight on he cametillhe reached the
bank of the river, here fully 20 feet in
perpendicular height. At the brink he
halted, hesitating to take the fearful
leap, and with eyes starting from their
sockets, took one long despairing look
behind. Then came the venomous and
indomitable jackass, never breaking his
steady, rolling gallop.
With outstretched neck, ears laid
back, and scant tail whipping up and
down with each bound, on he came.
The old broncho erected his tail, took
one more glance at his approaching foe,
gave snort of terror, and leaped from
the bank down into the river. Luckily
for him the water was deep. Rising to
the surface he swan to the opposite
shore, and came out all right on bar
that put out from the bank on that side.
Here he halted, evidently feeling him.
self safe.
The jack Numbered on, and came near
plunging into the river before aware of
its presence. But by bracing all aback
till his launches almost touched the
ground, he came to halt. But it was
only for a moment. Seeing the old
bronc1o on the other shore. he stretched
out his neck, and, giving a diabolical
yee-haw," unhesitatingIy plunged in