The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1879-06-13
DEEDS OF nEROISM.


of Mrs. Elizabeth Rogers, has support
ed her old mistress for fourteen years
and paid her funeral expenses when sh'
died, in Columbus, Ga, lately, at thu
q 20 of 70.
EMMA, promising young Indiar
girl, became violently i'll at the school IL
Red Lake, MINI. A runner was sent t.
tell her mother, who was making sugar
thirty miles away. The runner reached
her at shutdown and the woman at once
started on her lonely march to tn,
agency, through forests of pine
through swamps and over deep
unbridged rivers. The night wa
dark, but, now fighting her way
through the thick woods and nov
swimming the water-courses, she
reached the agency at daylight. Emma
had died during the night.
NEAR the village of Fratel, on the
frontier of Spain and Portugal, Their.
esa Maria, who was carrying her hus
bands dinner to him in the fields, was
told by little shepherd boy that O
wolf was prowling about the place
Wishing to see one for the first time in
her life, she put down her basket and
climbed up to high place to which the
boy directed her. There she saw the
animal in the act of devouring lamb.
The shepherd boy began shouting and
throwing stone to see whether it
would let go its prey; and the wolf in
it's fury then attacked the poor little
fellow, jumping up at his face, tearin G
the flesh from his jaws, and throwing
him upon the ground. The woman,
seeing the boys imminent danger,
in an impulse of heroic self-devotion,
ran on the wolf wholly unarmed, seized
tight hold of him, and then, after a
struggle, contrived to blind him with a
stone, and eventually killed him.
Meanwhile the boy whom she had res
cued ran, wounded as was, to seek help
in the village. While several villagers
were coming up, armed with G MS,
stones, and sticks, to kill the beast and
save the woman from It's fangs, she was
returning to the village covered with
blood, and with her arms, hands, and
face terribly wounded. She said that
at times she was on the point of being
overcome, but contrived to keep the
animals throat in the close hold of her
left arm, while hitting him hard on the
head with stone which she was able to
pick up. A month afterward she died
of her wounds, and the shepherd boy
has since died of hydrophobia.
JAMES BRANT, or, as he was better
known, English jimmy" was Mon
tor, ~ Monxy he
took the reins on the route between
Butte and Deer Lodge and served the
public faithfully. Jimmy's horses loved
his affectionate pat and stroke about as
much as they did their oats. He rarely
used the whip; carrying it, indeed, for
the purpose of playing tunes with the
lash in the sharp mountain air. One
morning, not long ago, Jimmy's four
horses jolted out of Butte with coach
load of men, women and children. A
passenger sat with him on the box.
The stage swept out along the road at
good gait and soon the first relay, Gil
rard's, was reached. There the horses
were changed. Jimmy remarked that
the new horses were not his old friends,
but strangers to him. He directed the
stableman to arrange the harness care
fully, as the team was evidently spirited.
When all was ready mischievous boy
called out, Nov you go, Jimmy" at
the same time slapping one of the
leaders with his hand. The leader
reared and shot headlong away. The
four horses sprung Immediately into
dead run. Jimmy threw his every
muscle into the lines. He called out.
Steady, down there!" for the benefit
of the passengers, gritted his teeth and
bent to his task. The horses dashed on
at the top of their speed. They were
crossing level plain and making dead
for narrow gully, down which the road
ran before it crossed an insecure,'u n-
walled bridge. Jimmy fixed his eyes on
a farm house in the distance and on his
route. He knew that if he could rein
his horses through several piles of soft
grass-shocks near the house he could
save the passengers. He told the men
to be ready to Jump as they ran through
the grass. "Take the babies" said he,
and, as the coach swerved under his
powerful arm, and ran In among the
shocks, the passengers leaped or rolled
out, some bruised, but none badly hurt.
A few minutes later Jimmy's body was
picked up under the bridge, from which
the coach had been thrown to the rocks
below. The poor fellows legs and arms
were broken. The Montana Miner says
that he uttered one sentence: Girard,
this is Jimmy's last ride, but he did his
duty" He died in an hour.