Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-10-27

glistened. When we had looked lone
and carefully, Miguele drew us apart aae
whispered We went round, and, two OF
each side, to seek other crevices. ]
'hought Tor moment Of slipping away
INTO bush, but what would be the gooc
OF that? The Indians would catch me o.
| would starve
S.All was dark around the temple, ano
we learned nothing. There might be {
score of priests inside, but Miguele
thought it unlikely; in any case he was
determined to risk it. After two or three
words we crept to the door again, and
CROPPED long for the fastening. None could
be found. By whisper and clasp OF
the hand, Miguele directed us to put on,
shoulders to tie wood. We did so
| sNow?' he muttered. and with q crash the
door gave way.
fell back. The sleeping men sprang
to their feet with howl. Salvador cut
one down, but the Indian gripped him by
the naked heel in his eeth the other cot
Person by the throat. Miguele ran his
machete through him, but he held on un-
til the giant flung him bodily against tn ,
wall, topping the idols down with rat
tie. Then the others turned to Salvador.
who was yelling with pain and fear. But
suddenly an awful boom! The great
drum of the temple rang out, seeming to
rock the solid walls. Miguele leap ID
towards the sound; Salvador and Person
struggling with the Indian, dragged him
across the fire, which threw up a fountain
OF sparks as the red-hot embers scattered {;
reek of burning skin ana feathers
choked US, but all was still now. "A
light' cried Migue]e. hoarsely. In
twenty minutes the Indians will be here !,
Salvador paused with the match IN
his hand, whispering, 'Hushp A faint
humming mise reached our ears. Quick,
bombre = cried Miguele. It is the river
But as he spoke, a roar and a yell an
nounced the Indians. They had follow.
ed us rushed out and round the tenn
pie. The path was full of them, hurry
ing and shouting. Their spear-points
glittered. Person, think, was after me
but huge warrior pinned him in the
dusk. At the other end Of the building
the path opened. could Just see it. /
ran along, leaving the din of hell behind.
Half dozen pistol shots rang above the
Indians yelling, and then all was over
with those ASA: sins.
II ran fifty yards, and came to a river
suddenly. 1t flowed clear and white as
glass in the moonbeams, but a black
shadow of the forest ON each side bound
ed it. Halfa-dozen canoes lay there,
with paddle inside. I sprang into one,
cut the rattan fastening, and dropped
down under the bank. But what man or
what crew could escape Mosquito Indi-
ans IN the water? AS soon as they got
light they would miss me, and
then [ was caught, as sure as death.
pushed across the moonlit water, and pad.
died up. There was bend just above
the boat-place, and had just passed it
when the Indians came running down.
| caught branch, and lay still. Shout
ing to each other, they leaped into
canoes, and shot down the channel like a
flash. No one thought of searching up
stream, for where could man fly but
toward Bluefelds? A loud and angry
throng remained on the bank, and could
see how drunk they all were. Before the
boats had passed beyond sight, some be-
gan to stagger back Presently the big
drum sounded again, and the rest fol-
lowed. 1t was life or death. Pulling
cautiously by the branches, I went up
Long before l got out of hearing horrid
noise proclaimed that the Indian women
had reached the spot"
THAT was Barbier's story!'' continued
the old digger. HE had fearful time
in the woods, as you may suppose, seeing
an Indian in every bush. AS near as he
could calculate, It took him four weeks
10 reach Libertad. Fortunately, he was
carrying the bag of charqui, and so he
did not starve."
ibid the Ramas come after him to
Libertad2" I asked.
mo. We heard nothing of them.'
Cranky, now, Barbachella," I said
after long pause. 'do you believe the
storyy Didn't any of the diggers think
it str ange that there should be an Indian
village within six days of Libertad, where
the value of gold is not known"
"Well, don't Know" answered Barba-
chella meditatively. "A responsible man
would not be hasty to say what there is
or there isn't III the forests Of Mosquito.
But there was some who looked askance
at Barber when he came back from the
WOODS one day with bag of dust-which
don't grow on tress in Chontales-and
paid his debts and said he was going
home. A washerwoman swore she'd seen
him crossing the brook with heavy load.
And they talked after he'd gone, how his
saddle-bags were heavier than a mule
could carry. It's generally thought in
Libertau-I may say as much as that
that if there was any truth in Barbier's
story, he did not tell the whole of it, and
that he ought to be hanged if there isn't.
Anyway, ne had better not come to
Libertad again" AL The Year Round.
The Colorado farmers have been tax
ing steps to get rid OF the surplus of
wheat in that State, and to this end have
Just held meeting in Denver and dis
cussed the subject in all its bearings. 1t
was estimated that there are about rs 600