The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1878-10-10

chung to the worthless hide of "ElDemon-
10 Colorado" the reda demon, as the
people had come to call the ape, with an
untaltering devotion. He swore by the
soul or Darwin that Mungo, has he had
christened him, should remain as long as
the house held together, which consider
ing the rapldity in which it was being
converted into proiectilcs, was certainly
not an eternal prospect.
When the Alcalde insisted Seller drew
his attention to fine example of Smith &
Weston's revolver manufacture and the
argument ended abruptly.
People now took the law into their own
| hands, but with equally poor success
The Red Demon seemed to bear charmed
life. He lodged silver bullets with the
greatest ease, and one genius who melt
ed down two ounces of gold into slug to
make sure OF him, had the satisfaction of
seeing Seller pick the precious missile
out of his wall and purchase rum for
himself and raw beef for Mungo with it,
just at a juncture, too, when his credit had
collapsed and given rise to a hope that
the ape would starve to death after all.
AS for poison, the brute revelled in it.
Paris green seemed sweet morsel under
his tongue. Strychnine only improved his
digestion. He devoured arsenic like sugar,
and swallowed enough mercury to sail
vate regiment without starting as much
| as tear. At last his enemies gave up in
despair.
"He's de mos wuffless inseck I ebber
see," said one negro miner, sadly, put
ting into his pocket the ear which Mum
60 had neatly shaved off for him with a
sharp chunk of quartz. "De debbil damn
him to de bilin' pit! I don't believe he's
| human, so dey amt no use a tryin' to git
de bulge on him."
Which expressed the sentiment of the
entire community.
At the beginning of the present year
Seller was struck down by fever, con-
tracted from repeated drenching during
the rainy season. which drenchings were
solely due to Mungos having unroofed
the house to such an extent that there
was not dry corner in 1t. Unpopular
as the sick mans defense of his abomina-
BILE pet had made him, his neighbors
were still miners with the warm hearts
and open hands that never refuse sympa-
thy or aid to distress, and they doctored
and nursed the invalid faithfully into
cOnvalescene.
Mungo, however, they positively re-
fused to succor, and after devouring all
the garbage within the limit of his chain
the red ape was reduced to an air diet,
and grew more meager and vicious every
day.
On the night of the 5th of February
last some teamsters from the Orinoco,
who had arrived too late to find shelter,
camped in corral behind Sellers house.
The night was dark and rainy one. For
a wonder Munger was making No noise
toward midnight a commotion in the
house attracted the notice of one of the
wagoners, but as it soon subsidized, he
paid no particular attention to it. With
daylight. however, he discovered that
Mungo's chain was broken, and that the
monkey was missing. and knocked st
the house door. intending to inform Sell
or of it
Receiving no answer to his repeated
forced the door.
As he pushed it open a startling and
unearthly howl greeted his ears. In the
middle of the room, surrounded by the
wreck of what little furniture the place
had contained, was the corpse of Seller.
Squatting on the breast of the body, his
hair glued in patches with clotted gore,
and his long arms and hideous head
besmeared with blood, was the red ape.
HIS lips were glued to a gaping wound
in his masters threat, and he was suck
ing the blood from the jugular vein, stop
ping occasionally to utter low howl Of
satisfaction, and beat the ground with the
fragment OF his broken chain.
1t was not till he was fairly riddled
with pistol bullets and rifle balls that
MuRgo abandoned the body of his victim
The corpse, except for the wound in the
throat, was unmutilated. The ape, driven
frantic by hunger. must have descended
on his master though break in the roo
while he slept,and fastened his teeth in his
windpipe. Weak as he was from his late
illness, Seller could probably offer but a
slight resistance, which was insufficient
to shake the powerful brute from his
deadly hold.
In spite of his wounds the monkey
murderer was yet alive. A rope was
made fast to his legs, and he was dragged
into the middle of the plaza, where he
was fastened to stake and burned, while
his enemies made merry around him over
cask OF lum, which a sho2-keeper
broarhed in honor of the occasion. When
the rum was all gone, and everything
that was left of the victim was an evil
looking and worse smelling heap among
the embers, the reveiers went about their
business, and the buzzards soon cleared
the earth of the last remains of Munpo
the martyr.