The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1879-07-17

roauAed ~ sauaas, WHO allied The al
with iameniAli0as, and meu q hss tribes
who seemed utterly indifferent % tae :
sl,naton. lis bead was beld BY hla
wife, who was utterly disooDsols1e over
the prospect Of bis speedy demise ~
ever change 10 The oondluon ot ihe
d,iug man the 9sillng q ihc 'qn2Ts
brose io,th slfesh. Every bsstlas o. lha
pulse vss notct, every esill that pissed
6s.f E- tamr sas every faN.f p hls
breath.
knelt by bis .ide aud grasped hsnd
that seemed to belong 70 skeleton. ne
turned his bead lislle aud lifted bic
eyes. There was always an iuexpresslbly
comic look 10 Bob's face, and merry
twinkle was always IN bis eye. As be
looked up, | could have wagered thou
sand that tho cruel sell OF which Dan dc
Qaille had made US victim was fitting
across bis mind aud interruptng rising
view 81 the spirit world. His hand
closed upon mine like birds claw The
same irresistible smile wrealhed bis thin
lips. and the same comic leer came for an
instant from the corners Of bis eyes Ills
face then resumed serious expression'
the grasp Of the claw tightened. BOB
was dead.
His wife bent her face 70 his closed
mouth, aud as she did so the lower Jaw
slowly settled down, but there was no
breath for her cheek. She raised her
head with look OF unutterable despair,
and the iameutstion OF those about her
ceased al once, all leaning over and
gazing upon the dead in silence Even
the little children seemed impressed with
the idea that the climax OF the scene had
beeen reached and, although weeping
bitterly with the rest but o moment be-
fore. they now hushed their little cries
When | left the group there was not .
sound ia the cabin, yet from the lace OF
every sanaw the tears were streaming
8 down like summer rain. AT the door
. was an old bag, whose white hair and
y shriveed skin told OF at least hundred
j. wears of lie. She was IN q sitting pos
,ore. with a robe of rabbit skins thrown
A over her naked shoulders. Holding q
staff between her two hands, she leaned
e forward upon it, motionless; ALONGSIDE
# this relic OF another generation,the Wl'ch
n OF Endor, or tue foul hags who confront
!, ed Macbeth seemed as rosy dimpled
habes. She made no effort TO move ou'
a Of HE wap, and | was almost obliged 70
le leap over her to make my exit from the
le cabin.
n The next morning the body lay In th'
Ar Catholic cathedral, for years ago Bob hal
~ embraced the Catholic faith and received
i. the rites Of baptism. All day the Piule
In crowded the sanctuary, aud gszed upoi
The features OF the dead chief, who wa
no eofined like a Christian aud lying amids
D. burning tapers. II was nearly sunse
40 when the service was performed. III
ob measured notes OF the organ aud the so
gs emn chanting of the choir swept throug
III the aisles.
II was peculiar and picturesque slgl
of "a groupof savagea iu their red blanke'
nd and paint standing before backgroun
ed of gothic architecture in blue aud gol
ras and fanked with images OF the Savlor
re. and.Holy Mother, How Tavernier woul
Ne have piled his brush at such scene'
ing Presently the procession went for'
ith from the church, headed by Father MO
ian ogue. Eight of Bob's tribe bore his cofii
md and darkness was gathering about Y
ay- cemetery as they threw in the last elod
am Thus the poor fellow was buried
Christian as he had lived, for no one W
on, question that he was a better man I'M
out his surroundings.
tes. Although his poker Accomplishment
and sometimes oversteppei the bound OF no
ash est play, let us suppose, for sweet cha
are, ty's sake, that he learned the game ire
bis dishonest whites, and actually De'ie'
by that sleeve full Of jacks was as much
TO factor in the play, and as indispensable
success, as mature judgement IN decldl
ling whether to complete flush or draw
y as three kings.
lian An bonest and kind heart beat ~
her. breast Of the unie,tered savage, ana
With the midst of mad race for wealth
u de lived content with what be had-an eA
such mule, or the possession of cast-oh
lani. of pants, being the only ambition wh
ovar tried hfs soul. SAM DAVIS
aud Virginia City, March 20, 1879