Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1880-01-21

forward, stood snow-white mare
She was looking at the moose will
a surprised expression on her face
as much rs TO say: swell, yo'
have not grown handsomer during
the night Burr whistled, an
with a joyful neigh the mare turne'
her head toward him and babe hin
welcome. The greeting between
man and animal was almost tender
The mare rubbed her nose gent.
against his breast, and the maj
stood softly stroking her delicat,
neck. Unlocking the chains, the,
dropped. Barr walked toward
the well. The mare, with daint,
steps, arched neck, and fleckint
tail, followed behind him, or caress
ingly advanced to his side, rubbed
her body against his, as though
the mere contact with man wen
grateful TO her. His arm, 1t seem
ed to me. instinctively lifted ant
dropped across her neck.
The two walked on together
unconscious Of any incongrnity
A bucket Of water stood at the
well. The high-bread creature
smelt Of It, and, detecting my
previous presence, disdainfully re-
fused TO drink after me. Empty
ing the bucket, Burr drew another,
aud Of this the mare drank slowly,
her white face gradually sinking in
10 the shallow vessel. All across
the prairie on the return to the
stable the love scene was re-enact-
ed. As they passed me, the mare
showed her aversion TO a stranger
by laying back her ears and thrust
ing her whitetoothed muzzle toward
me in a vicious manner, causing
me to step hastily back. They pass
into the darkness Of the stable.
Burr comes out with a bucket, puts
up the topmost chain, and goes
after barley. The mare with out
streached head looks after him
with kind eyes. Again she saw
me and with wide opened mouth
reaches around the post 70 pay me
the attentions of her dislike. Re-
turning to the stable with a full
bucket Of barley, Burr passed in.
heard him speak to the mare as
his "dear GIRL" and heard him
kiss her!
A singular gentleness had come
over this hard man, steeled to bu-
man suffering and woe, whose
business il was to impoverish In
dams. to destroy their morals. to
hrutify them with the devil, alcohol.
He sat at the breakfast table. sill
entity thinking, with his antelope
steak and trout untasted before
him. Watching his softened face,
I wondered what was the story.
So l asked: "Burr why do you
love that white mare I" He look
ed kindly at me, and, with a sad
smile, replied: Tonight, after
the men are in he'd, l will tell You
the story" Then briskly: "Frank,
this is not business. Eat, my boy,
then clear ont, and fish or hunt.
You will find some fool hens in the
big willow thicket about FIVE miles
below here. / saw them the other
isy. Shoot some. Tonight we will
have feast, and we will talk Hi:
face hardened. The cold, deadly
look returned to his eyes, and our
breakfast was soon finished.
Shouldering my rife, stepped
out Of the stockade and slowly
walked down the valley. On tn,
distant hills antelope grazed dowr
the valley before me l could see few
deer running for cover to the vii
lows hy the stream. Now and thei
q grouse rose before me and flew
rapidly away. Resisting all tempta
ton to shoot a, anything, l wakes
steadily on. Climbing bill l ss
on q red rock and musingly gaze
at the vast plains TO the northeas
at the foothills Of the range, and q
the rugged ranges beyond. / low
the Rocky Mountains, and uevs
tire Of. their face. / wasted boul
in looking and thinking Of Il
many tales l had heard Of Il
range. When the sun was his
above me started for the willow
There neatly shot the heads of
six grouse. Then jointing q lit
trout pold, / whipped the Gle
pool Of the south fork OF G
Teton ana Was soon rewarded