The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1880-05-28

carried the grist to mill, the men were
telling that the war was closed, that John
Bull was once more whipped, and hand
| somely at that. Great was the rejoicing
thereat! The old men recounted their
valorous exploits in the war of 1916, and,
TO have heard them talk, one would
have thought that all the heroes of the
campaign were there.
One old man in particular told how
he captured and drove into our camp
half-a-dozen red-coats, with sausage,
Dent up in the shape of pistol and
another related the fact that he alone
and single handed slew nearly dozen
Indians and Britishers, and would have
slain more if they had been there.
Huldah listened to these recitals of
bloodshed, and wondered how men
could delight in such strife, carnage, and
slaughter. She felt badly to have a
chickens neck wrung, or lamb killed ;
out these men were vain and proud Of
killing human beings.
What with the stories and the re-
ioicings, the grinding went on slowly,
and more than one Huldah told the
miller that she had long way to ride,
and would he please to let her have her
meal as soon as he could. At last it was
ground, put in the bag, flung across old
Fans back, and IIuldah fairly mounted.
Off started the horse at good gait, for
she he'd got quite impatient at the long
wait, and of course she knew that sup
per was waiting at home for her. Her
load was light, and she didn't seem to
mind it bit, and when Huldah touched
her with the switch she always carried,
she pranced like colt.
The sun was just setting behind the
trees, and the long shadows fell in fan
ciful shapes across the pathway, as HUI
dah trotted homeward. The evening
birds sang their hymns of praise, and
tho pines gave out their delicious bal
samic odor upon the dewy air. All at
Jnce the sound of hoofs in the distance
attracted Huldah's attention. Turning
quickly, she saw following her afar OIL a
man on white horse. y stranger it
must be. because none of the neighbors
had white horses.
She thought over every horse that she
ever saw in Fryeburg, at mill ormeeting,
out not white horse could she remem-
Der. On came the pale steed, and it
seemed to Huldah that he was gaining
on her. With voice and whip she urged
ON Fan, and the trees fairly flew by her.
On looking round in the dusk It seemed
as though he must overtake her, and
with the quick wit of q woman she threw
off the bag of meal. -
The pursuing horse stopped, and HUI
dah could see the man picking up the
grist and putting it on his horse He
must be q robber! To add to her terror,
the man cried out to her to stop to
stop! Wild now with fright, Huldah
screamed to Fan, and whipped her into
the breakneck run that good horses take
when pressed by their drivers, and the
white horse came as rapidly after
Almost in sight of home, AMI the
strange man within a rod or two of Fan
and her precious load "Mother! Moth
err" shrieked Huldah in her extremity,
but no mother was near, and the white
horse gained steadily on Fan. She could
hear the heavy breathing of the over
driven horse, and feel the flecks Of foam
that fell from her own horses mouth,
and, faint and sick, she almost fell from
the saddle, as the pursuer grasped her
in his arms and screamed in her ear,
Don't you know your father"
The war was over, and never rode
father and daughter into door yard as
proudly and happily as did Huldah and
her papa, on that starlit evening III
Fryeburg.