Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1881-02-07

as villianous Greasers as ever cheated
the gallows of its just dues. b8Juan was
in their midst, talking and gesticulating
wildly as he discanted, probably upon
the contents of my saddlebags. 4i
Little did the rascaIs dream of the
actual amount L did have, or l am
afraid there might have been different
sequel to the adventure. NOR IS lag1e6
Il waited reasonable length of time,
the sound of the horses's tramplng died
away, and then clapping spurs to
Princes side, dashed down the gully at
a brisk pace. Ir5qa gl bs9l 3dal i
had not gone far. however, when a
loud shout rang out on the cool noun:
tain air. Somewhat surprised, l glanc-
ed over my shoulder, and there came
the whole crew, headed by Juan bare
headed riding in advance. By some
route unbeknown to me they had cut off
portion of the distance, and being
splendidly mounted, felt little APP
prehensive. 59Gausb G1a alg7 Il
was we'll armed. but firearms were
of no use, with Prince unframed as he
was, and had not the fellows seen very
plainly that the high spirit of my horse
would not allow me to shoot from his
back, they never would have dared to at
tack an American, whom they fear and
hate. a.H - r a-
My revolver and sword were no match
for their vicious looking knives and that
most terrible weapon, in the hands of an
expert, the lariat. .
might have tried conclusions, for
my blood was up, but considered that
had no right to risk in the slightest
the funds entrusted to my care by the
government; SO sinking the spurs into
Princes fanks away 1 went. with the
Greasers in hot pursuit. -..
The endurance of Spanish horses be-
ing almost proverbial, 1 made up my
mind that the race would be one of life
or death. The internal specie weighed
down my charger terribly against me.
cast off my cloak, cut the blanket
adrlft, threw away the small hand va
lise (my companions for years; then
followed my sword, scabbard and belt,
until had nothing left but my saddle
bags and revolver.
How long that race extended is more
than know, but | can assure you it
seemed to me as if it would never bring
succor to my tagged steed. To have
saved my life l presume I would have
cut the saddlebags adrift, and I could
have held out a little while longer at
best. The terrible jolting,. excitement
and nervous condition of my entire sys-
tenn were operating against me. My
hand was weak and trembling, strange
noises buzzed in my ears, while my
temples throbbed as if they would burst.
Particles of light danced before my eyes
a cold perspiration broke out on my
forehead, and | felt that the end was
not far off.
A jingling. of steel, shout a Dozen
|, confused forms fitted before me, the re-
port of rife, and l knew no more.
1t was late in the afternoon when
was fully myself, and ascertained that
:, had ridden almost into the arms of g
g detachment of cavalry sent out to looE
, for me. By some means my coming
had been anticipated, and knowing ths
large amount of money had with me
the officer became alarmed when | wa.
6 overdue.
They arrived in the nick of time, fol-
. they told me | was reeling in the saddle
. and Prince was sadly used up. ~
= / q
! The Greasers were captured to ;
man, and swung off unceremoniousl.
! from the nearest tree, where they wer'
q left for the birds of prey to finish.
The back track was taken up for th
purpose of searching the old house, bu
. only the smoking and charred ruins re
mained. Not a trace of the kind femal,
6 could discover, and whether she fell
victim of suspicion to the vengeance o
> the. gang, or herself set fire to the Grim
= stained rockery and effected her escap
= to parts unknown, remains a mystery
j. Gentlemen, some punch please. | hav
. finished
/. There are two kinds of fools in thi
world-those who can't change thei
e opinions and whose who won't. w
I Call him your friend who dares to te
d what he honestly thinks of your societ
department and home behavior.
= Harriet Beecher Stowe has lost a
r her oranges in her Florida groves, abor
100000, by cold. sp
J A Traveller on four continents say
ID that the prettiest city in the world
l. Sacramento, Cal. 34
The last New Jersey cranberry Gro
of 4O2,630 bushels was the largest eve
10 known.
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