The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1879-12-12

and by the no less trifling bseze than
the sight of one squirrel on me hand
and the chattering of anoAer on the
other hand. paused overthe ruins
OF my resolution-a humu bridge of
sighs-to await the comint down of
my enemies, and then wuld choose
which should die first! TIE sun (be-
fore alluded toy was slowly hunting his
royal couch-literally stgoik down be-
hind the trees" I pausd long and
anxiously, but with the San on my
back felt at ease. It wa some two
lone all alone, fool standin; theae with
my due bill on time going out 1t date!
Did you, or did you paze zinotice how
fast the sun can sa'es when ,u are not
looking at hing? But don cry, hon.
ey; 1 am aliYee yet.
My watching was frlt less, and
Gathering my resolution ogether, 1
took ttNe position of Inter home
ward Sbound. Turning to see the sun
onces more-as Webster VS. to have
doErnasI1 found him blottedout, while
paje corlack ink covered to surround
inAerica This was soothing, real balm.
soiiRs comfort, a bag ofhot salt. a
mush 3poultice, a real ticler to my
earthly ambition. 1t was happy, a
Supremacy happy moment, very 5th
heaven, Was this To be and yet to
be lost all fo-once. To 90 birth brave
and strong, NO love milk ard peaches,
to have all my'subscribers paying up
when was dead and gone, to leave a
poor widow and several poor little or
phans-aye, to come sneaking home a
demnition dead lost corpse, it-they
were all horrible thoughts. But how
else could it be? had burned out all
the daylight, lost my precious load Il
shall never say again the sun burns my
back or be caught with an umbrella)
and there was no road near! The owls
had come forth to help soothe me and
the hateful thrush was tearing my
vitalS out
had but one consolation in this hour
of deep despair-I had taken my bear
ings upon stopping, and on this hung
my hope of future existence. Port was
deeper in the woods than myself and
was not to be heard from. strobe
forth-as we Rebs used to say, leaned
forward and worked my legs, and they
worked you may be sure. Nothing
could Withstand the impetuosity of my
charges, logs, tree tops, or hardly any
thing else. And thus I held my heed
less course, the little birds going to rest
almost at my side and cheering me on
with their lullabies. I paused not un-
til after going mile or more, saw
some cattle. One looked like moth
erly old cow. and spoke to her and
said, "Mother, let us go home, will
drive thee there.' Not waiting for
reply, I put her before me, thinking
she would lead me somewhere out of
the wilderness. How foolish! Like
her sex of a higher order In creation,
she turned and took the exact direction
1 had been travelling. abandoned
the COW, and was about to surrender to
the wolves and hyenas and conjars and
black devils, but pushed out. In forty
steps further, I struck the road, and
took down it at a Rowell pace. With
in mile, or more, L found the lost
home of my host. Port came on not
long after. He said he had hunted me
everywhere. It was well he did not
find the object Of his search, for he was
cen most mad and would have run
poor Port through. And then what
would have become of that gun of his
which no other man can carry or shoot.
OF game there was none to write about.
L said my prayers that night with
more than usual fervor.