The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1876-01-06

wild wind Iii. Iii! I-i-i-i Who
could be two boys ON such prairie, ON
such day, on such horse, and not yell
like little wildcats?
Its pretty" said little Titus, softly,
when they had got tired of yelling,
You bet! " said Tam, loudly. " Hi!
Hi. Hi! Yi-i-ce-ee." "
" guess we ought to 90 back" said
Titus, pretty soon; Titus was so much
more likely 10 remember to be good.
Oh no" said Tam, who was gcncr-
ally a little bad when there was chance
Father said to come home pretty
soon,' said Titus.
" But" urged Tam, with Il bright air,
" mother said to hold on tight Hill vi!
Yi!p
All! what was that? What was it.?
Could Jerusalem answer? Can the wild
winds talk? VIII the mad prairie speak?
J. he sunshine is tOnguc-tied, and the
great sky is dumb. But something an
swcrcd Tam OShanter's shout.
q, there ! O, Titus! Quick, quick!
Turn him round, Tam! Turn Jcrusa-
lem round. Injuns! Iniuns Oh, |
wish We hadn't come. What shall we
do, what shall we do? Oh, Tam, what
shall we do? Oh, Tam, they've all got
horses, and they're coming straight, Get
up! Get up. Oh, Jerusalcm do hurry,
Old fellow, do get Us home Good boy!
Good old fellow.
Oh, Tam they've got arrows, and
they're going -to-shOOt
Pretty little Mrs. Jacobs had got the
newest baby to sleep, and got the baby
that wasn't quite 50 new to sleep, and
given Betty her patchwork and sent her
husband out his beer and swept the
kitchen, and built the fire, started sup
per on the way, and ! don't know what
Use besides, when that fine mothers ears
If hers detected, through the sough of the
wind upon the prairie, Il sharp, uneven,
and, to her notion, rather ugly sound,
Betty was sitting in the door, but she
heard nothing. The sleeping babies did
not stir from their baby dreams John
was in the garden, but John heard never
a sound.
Only the mother. heard it. only the
mother grew lynx-eycd in an instant, and
in an instant was out with hand upraiscd
Just so, again--barehcaded, stern
anxious hearted, watching as
hose watch who have lived much face to
nee with dcath-withollt a word She
lid not even call her husband. The
inc had not come to speak.
II might have been three minutes; it
night have been less or more ; who could
,ell when John Jacobs, digging heavily
,vcr an obstinate potato, felt hand laid
lightly upon his shoulder. His wife
,tood beside him. She was as pale rs one
many hours dead; but she stood quite
still.
".John." she said. in low voice,
come into the house a minute"
He obcvcd her in wonderland in silence.
He lust dropped his hoe and went.
|Now, shut the door" said Susan.
He shut it. "Shut the windows"
What's the matter. Susan? Any
thing wrong? Amt the boys in? What?
"lIush.sh Before the children,
Don't, John! I'll tell you in IL minute,
Bolt the front door!'
He boItcd it.
clock everything Draw the shut
crs. Fasten them with casc-knivcs be-
ides the buttons Is the cellar door
lght Betty, take care ol 'n' Pao'cI a
minute for mother. John, come mere
she led INN TO the niue altI'' ana
rom the narrow window pointed TO the
'ralrIG, Stiil without Il WErd'
And stu how beautiful 1t was How
he Winu played I'kc one gone cLa]y LOT
oy with the tender tops OF inc ul'oi0hTn, 70 }
'hbolndeI grass ana SoIV' "' Il the
vorld had gone 10 'Iecp ior very Spc'y'
;TL ~ torr;Ein tronch"roms ,hin",
' Cnt,inr Jio tbro,,,,h tbr s"rt horizon line,
horn as ,hn EniG" ,hrnu~h shrinking
l"ybP P civ civ Jark G"nrcs loaned arainsl
,Lo sl,y Willy hotnrc them with thc