Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1879-03-27

peated young Boyer as his host emp
tied the greater part Of the contents
OF the pot into the platter.
/ Yes provided the king was tired
and hungry, don't know but be
could have enjoyed it as well as the
, next fellow said Peter logically as
he heaped the tin plates. pleased tina.
his fare was so highly appreciated.
| Now boys the ducks will be on
the wing bright and early and if you
want to see some OF the tallest shoot
ing yon ever saw in all your born
days come out with me at daybreak,
said the hunter, as he lighted his
guests TO bed with q lantern.
This door has got an ugly fashion
Of creaking on its hinges, particularly
on such nights as this, and as there is
no other way of fastening it. shall
bolt it on the outside,' he said, suitinc
the action to the word after closing
the door after him.
Good night remember day break, !
he continued, as he stepped down in
to the kitchen.
The two young sportsmen were
soon sleeping the sleep of the Just,
and snoring in unison with Peter, who
wrapped himself in bis coat and laid
down before the FIRE as was his wont,
particularly when he had visitors his
establishment boasting Of but one bed.
But alas this happy state of things
did not last long, at least as far as
our young friends were concerned. L.
They had not been sleep more than
an hour when they were suddenly
awakened by lond hooking laugh,
which proceeded from the kitchen,
and which was quickly followed by q
cracked female voice, repeating:
Say your prayers Now is your
time Now or never! Shoot the sports
men My name ia Peter Grim! Ha 4!
ha /! ha =
There was a maniac shut up in the
house, that was plain, and when the
loneliness of the place and the dark
ness of the night and the bowling Of
the wind without were taken into con
sideration, the idea was horrible.
They lay silently for what seemed to
them an lnterminable length of time
up and at him, boys; that is you
Now is your time! My name is Peter
Grim Ha! ha! ha!'
Stop your chatter, you jade, or /
will twist your neck for your said
Peter, in drowsy tone, and the next
moment they heard him throw wood
on the fire.
Auckland, | believe we have got in
TO den of thieves whispered young
Boyer. His friend gave him nudge
which showed him he was of the same
opinion; but thought it most discreet
to keep silent. They could not be
supposed to have much money about
them, but they had two gold watches,
two valuable rifles, and two brand new
listers, and men had been murdered
for less. Such were the thoughts that
passed through their heads. They
for boiling them in, and several otner
circumstances which they now looked
upon as suspicious came into their
minds. After another silence the
voice went on 4:
sHow's luck, boys-how's luck Ha
ha! hal
sOh, you won't stop your chatter,
won't you? III teach you who's boss
in this establishment said Peter
again, and the nextmoment they heard
heavy crash as if something had
been thrown across the room, followed
by q gurgling sound like a person
choking, and then all was still as the
grave. But the silence and darkness
could not last for all time, and the
day began to dawn. They could hear
Peter begin to move about and speak
to his dogs, and he was rather sur.
prised to hear his guests knocking vi
olently at their chamber door when he
thought that they were yet in the land
of dreams.
That's right boys. that's what l
like to see! You are the right stuff for
sportsmen!' as he drew the bolt and
admitted them into the kitchen.
The old sinner!' they mentally ex.
claimed.
The fire was burning brightly, and
standing blinking on the table near it |
was parrot.
'How's luck, boys-how's luck?' it |
repeated, in the terrible voice that had |
so disturbed their nights rest. They
looked at each other and burst into a
haortx f,t of fouuhtor
She is rare one to gabble,' said |
Peter, thinking the birds converse.
tional powers had excited their merri-
ment. Il always shut her in the pan.
try in the evening, but forgot the
door, and she got out last night. l
was afraid she would disturb you with |
her clatter, 80 threw boot at her.
he continued, as he pocketed the pow.
der flask. She has done me good |
service in her time though-has Poll
he went on, as the young men made |
preparations to accompany him out
on the lake. Il was sitting here alone,
as usual, one stormy night, when the
door opened and in walked an ILL
looking dog of an Indian and the
most ruffian specimen Of white man
l ever clspped my eyes upon. They
sat down by the fire and gave me to
understand that they wanted some
supper. l had plenty OF venisop in
the hoase, bat did not like the looks
of them, and / thought giving them
supper would not be q very sure way
of getting rid of them, so / told them
! had nothing for them, and as l did
not keep public house. l thought
they had better be travelling. The
white man got very insolent, and TAX
ing dirk out OF leathern scabbard
at his side, he began to stick it into
the table, with bravo air. Poll was
in the pantry, and all at once she
burst out with:
Say your prayers! Now's your
time! Now or never! Ha! ha! hal
sWho have you got shut up in that
cupboard?' he asked, turning as white
as sheet.
You had better open it and see. /
shouldn't think q fellow like you, with
a dirk in his hand. would be afraid of |