The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1876-03-16
CHAPTER III.

"A vi Inn AAbooLEOa-
1t is not customary for Barbadians 10
court the heavy noxious Jews and the
bloodthirsty mosquitoes by being abroad
after nightfall; but the unwonted events OF
ball and burial on two consecutive days had
brought to that lonely plantation a con-
course Of people. some of whom were
detained by the claims of friendship. others
Of buriness, to a late hour.
1t was close upon midnight when DR..
Hawley and another friend shook hands
with Mr.. Walcot under the portico Of tho
Corbyn mansion; and stepping into his
light cane pheton, he babe his black Jehu
Tear away home"
Once clear of the sombre avenue, where
accommodating frefies hung out their
tiny lamps. the white marty road shone like
q streak of silver in the bright moonlight.
They spun along rapidly, to the drowsy
music of their own wheels in concert with
the d%roning trumpet of o~bscquious mos
q~uitoes and the thin metallic pipe Of an
occasional cicada, to which their pony's
hoof beat time. Otherwise the stiffness
was unbroken, save by Sambo's involuntary
calculations to the steed.
As they nearod the point where the road
branched off toward the sea-coast. passing
the mausoleum on its way through Corbyn
Hall Wood, a shril scream was borne up
the bye-road on the clear midnight air.
"Golla,. massa what am dat ?' cried
Sambo in alright.
Before DIR. Hawley or his friend could re-
ply, a second scream, louder and more
piercing, smote upon the ear, and was
followed by a succession of unearthly
yells.
"Quick, Sambo! Turn to the left. There
is some foul play going on down this road.
Quick or we may be too late to prevent =
tragedy"
But Sambo's white teeth chartered, all
the more because the pony o~bstinatcly re-
fused to obey the rein-willing to bolt
dow the road home. but determined not to
turn to the left for either man or master.
As he snorted, reared and plunged, threat
ening the slight vehicle with destruction,
and the shrieks still continued. the doctor
and his companion leaped out. and ran at
full speed down the road. athwart which
sparsely set palmetto or cocoanut trees cast
spectral shadows.
A faint sea-bresze met them, laden with
the mingled perfumes of fruit and flower.
but with it came more hideously the strange
discordant NOISE. Then two or three Wild
dogs darted past tham bowling as they
went. Then, with garments flying loose
and eyeballs glaring. a negro woman. blind
with terror, ran against the doctor. A
man, little less excited. was close at her
heels.
"Hallo! what is the meaning Of this
outcry ?" demanded the doctor, grasping
the man by the arm, under the impression
the negress was escaping from ill-usage.
The man-who proved to be the under
takers foreman-could only gasp between
his chattering teeth:
"Dre'ful! dre'ful, doctor; dre'fulr'
The woman-a seamstress whom tire
foreman was gallantly escorting homs-had
continued her fight.
"You black 6scoundrel. what nave yoa
been doing" cried the doctor, giving him
q shake.
: The mans protest was drowned by a fresh
outbreak Of the same appalling cries.
DR.. Hawley exclaiming again. What is
thatf" released his arm. convinced that
he at least was not the peacebreaker.
30. doctor. drs'ful down dere! Dead
mans fsht."
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