The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-07-10
FREMONT sANDUsKY COUNTY OHIO: FRIDAY JULY TO- 1874

sits time" replied the voice and
its owner-a bearded six footer-
emerged from the bushes. and
stroked Tipsie's nose with the free
Idom of an old acquaintance. "We
amt had a nip since last night, and
thar amt a cracker or a handful of
-four in the shanty. The old gal go
back on yer"
"Yes," replied the Colonel, rue
fully, "lost every blasted race.
'Twan't her fault, bless her-she
done her level best. Everybody to
ihomeg'
"You bet" said the man. Cali ben
a prayin' for yer to turn up with the
rocks, an somethin' with more color
than spring water. Come on"
The man led the way and Tipsie
and Colonel followed, as the trio sud
denly found themselves, before
small log hut, in front of which sat
three solemn, diseonsolate individu-
ais, who looked appealing at the
Colonel
"Mac'n tell you how 'tw9s fellers,"
said the Colonel meekly, "While I
picket the mare"
The Colonel was absent but a very
few moments, but when he returned
each of the four were attired in pis-
tolls and knife, while Mac was dis
trlbuting some dominos, made from
rather dirty -four bag.
Tain't so late ez all that, is it?"
Inquired the Colonel.
"Better be an hour ahead than
miss in this ere night" said one of
the four. 81 amt been so thirsty
since come round the Horn in 80,
an we run short of water, Some.
body'll git hurt if there amt any
bitters on the old concern-they
will, or my name aim Perkins,
"Don't count on your chickens
afore they're hatched, Perky" said
one of the party, as he adjusted the
domino under the rim of his hat.
"Sposin' ther' shud be too many for
usY'
"Stiddy, stiddy, Cranks!' remon-
strated the Colonel. "Nobody ever
gifts along eff they low 'emselyes to
be skeered.''
"Fact, chimed in the smallest and
thinnest man Of the party. "The
Bible says somethin' mighty hot
bout that. 1 disremember dzactly |
how it goes, but I've heard Parson
Buzzy, down in Maine preach @ rip
PIN old sermon many time. The
old man never thort what a comfort |
them sermons was a goin' to be to a
road agent, though. That time we
stopped Slim Mixes stage, and he
didn't hev no more manners than to
draw on me, them sermons wuz a
perfect blessin' to me-the thought
of 'em cleared my head as quick as
a cocktail. An"
81 don't want to dispute Logrol-
lers pious strain" interrupted the
Colonel; "but as it's old Black that's
a drivin' to- day instead of Slim Mike,
and ez old Black oilers makes his
time, hadn't we better vamoose?p
The door Of the shanty was hasti-
ly closed and the men fled through
the thicket until near the road, when
they marched rapidly on in parallel
lines with it. After about half an
hour, Perkins, who was leading, halt
ed and wiped his perspir1ng brow
with his shirt sleeve.
"Safe enough, 1 reckon" replied
the Colonel. Wen do the usual; (
I'll halt 'em, Logroller tend to the
driver, Cranks takes the boot, an
Mac an Perk takes right and left.
AM know it's tough-but consid-
erin how everlastin', eternally hard
up we are, l reckon we'll he7 10 ask
contributions from the ladies, too, eff
there's any aboard-eh boysT'
''Reckon So" replied Logroller,
with chuckle that seemed to in
spire even his black domino with a
merry wrinkle or two. "What's the
use of Women's rights eff they don't
ever hey chance oY exercisin' 'em?
Heven' ther purses borrowed, puts
the hull doctrine in a bran new
light"
They're trecherous critters, Bo-
men is, - remarked Cranks; some of
'em might put knife into a feller
while he was pologizin.'
"Ef you're afeard ov EN-" said
Perky, "you ken go back and clear
up the shanty."
"Reminds me ov what the Bible |
sez," said Logroller; there is a lion
on the trail;;' 'Fll be chaWed up said
the lazy galoot, or words to that ef-
feet"
"Come, come, boys" interposed
the Colonel. "Don't mix religion
and business. They don't mix no
more than-Hellol Thar's the crack
of old Blacks whip! Pick your
bushes, quick! All jump when I
whistle"
Each man secreted himself near
the rodeside. The stage came
swinging along handsomely, the in
side were laughing heartily about
something, and old Black was Just
giving a delicate touch to the flank
of the off leader, when the Colonel
gave shrill, quick whistle, and the
five men sprang into the road.
The horses stopped as suddenly |
as if it were a matter of common
occurrence. Old Black dropped the |
reins, crossed his legs, and stared
into the sky, and the passengers all |
put out their heads with a rapidity |
equalled only by that with which |
they withdrew them as they saw the
dominoes and revolYers of the road |
agents.
"Seems to be something the mat
ter, gentlemen" said the Colonel,
as he opened the door. "Won't you
please get out? COS my friend here's
got his weapon cooked, an his fing- |
er is rather nervous. Amt got hand |
kerchief hev yer?" asked he of the
first passenger who descended from
the stage. "Hev? Well now,that's
lucky just put your hands behind
you please-so-that's it." And the
unfortunate man was securely bound |
in an instant. The remaining pass
engers were treated with similar
courtesy and the Colonel and his
friends examined the pockets of the