The Brookhaven leader., 1883-10-25
o. huge yaller paws. Not onel stayed

down.
=" Motion kerried," " says Jcm. 'Whar
shell we expcoot the sentencep
"I'll tell YOU says the meanest-
lookin' cuss in the lot. Hing i'm over
the brink q she high cliff IF the
rope breaks 'twon't matter much.'
"'Thc very thingn they all agreed.
$50 they drug me long tell they got
to 'hc place. Twas whar thar was a
deep, narrer gulch, with steep. rocky
sides so ovcrgrow dl with bushes that
you might easy tumble over afore YOU
was awar.
cone of EN- clum up an hitchcd one
cend of rope to a linn thet stuck out
over the edge, an n moose at 6othcr
eend was >lipt over my head.
1--WE haint got no paSsun handy,
says Jcm, so you'll hev 10 say. your
own pray'rS.'
1--we done said 'cm Already says |,
so thar ; nUthin' to wait for
"You see, in thar hurry, they'd forgot
to tie my hands. an Twas feared they d
think of it v'ry minnit they waited
'Hcv you nothin' furdcr TO say?'
says Jcm.
'Nothin' more at present, says l.
Fire i'm over, them says he-'one
two thrcc-an' awayn
"a strong boost sent me ilyin' over
the brink; but quick as lightnin', |
ketched the rope above my head. The
jerk liked to tore my arms out, but
they saved my neck. My feet nearly
tcch'd a narrer ledge, ontcr which |
drapt, artcr slippin off the moose. Then
| found shelvin' place, and slid down
safe to the bottom.
hcerd a mad cry above. They d
discovered my escape. | know'd the
| outlet o the gully, an could re'rh it
fust. as t'others d have to 90 round
some ways.
II was runnin' for dear life, when |
heerd Il ueep moan, an turnin' to look,
seed man lyin at the foot o the
cliffs.
Help me, for Gods sake he cried,
ketchin' sight o me. 1've fell and
broke my leg.
The rocks warn't so high at that
p int, W, ich 'twerc that rs probably d
save his life.
I'm pcrshin' o thirst, says he.
Il knOw'd my life hung on every
moment, but ! couldn't let n fellow
crittcr suffer. I'd lost my hat. but tuck
| the strangers an run to wharf know d
thar was spring an fillcdi it, an run
min back, hilt it to the mans lips. Jest
then heerd shout at one eend o the
gully answered by another at t'ohcr.
Ny purshuers ii hemm'd me in!
What's that nOSe? aX'd the
stranger.
Its mob arter me to kill me,
says |.
"'What for?' says he.
al picked up lost puss, with some
money into it, says |, w'ich. they say.
belongs to a missin' stranger, witch is
hoss hes been found. with blood ont
the saddle. They sarchcd me an found
the puSs, an pertend rs how l mur.
dered the owner
81 lost my way in the woods, to-
day says the stranger, an while
wanderin' about to find it, also lost my
puSs. Then my nose got to bleedin' ,
an afore / could dismount, some drops
fell onto the saddle. Afterwards my
critter SHE'D an flung me down yer; an
I've no doubt it's me they think you've
murdered.
'Hurrah! yer he is!' yelled Jim
Whackitt, as him an is gang come
rushin' on, Swearin' vengeance at ev'ry
step.
But hello. what's this?-as l live,
thar's the murdered mani
THE murdered man soon explained
all, an the whole crowd begged my
parding. We kerricd the stranger to
JemjWhackitt's, an got a doctor to sot
his crippled leg-arter witch we'd
drinks all round, an shuck hands over
agin.
"Jem said twas all the fault o. sar-
cumstances, an | own, Mr.. Cheerman,
Ivc he'd strong spite agin 'em ever
sence. "-JaIdge Ciark, in ". y. Ledger.