The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1883-11-16

| worried DAY ana night; he was afraid OF
his life. Only save him! Only keep him
away from that dreadful snip!
The crowd roared q fearful oath that
turned the oaths to fearful threats
against my father. He stood like a
rock, and /, silent, scarcely terrified,
but terribly excited, chung to his side.
The dreadful faces surged nearer, the
cruel knives began to CLEAN in sharp
curves and tiourishes, the unmistakable
"cllck" of firearms sounded on all sides.
A woman's voice screamed from the
stage:
ooh, de leetle chilel Take care de
leetle chile!'
Some Of the eruff voices near us took
up the cry. My father did not raise me
done, and thus have screened himself,
but he threw his arms around me, and
slowly ana coolly began making his way
to the door. He WAS a man Of sple ndid
presence, and that always tell" more
or less. Tall, fiuely formed, with the
step, the carriage of the head, the glance
of the eye, of these born to command,
he passed through their midst undaunt-
ed. There was no air of reck-
less bravado about him. He was
simply ready for anything, fearing not
| "ldL ulSI COHlu w uulO llIll, dLu tilSg
fel. it. Cro3ding us, yet making way
for US, threatening, We passed through
them to the street. They went with US,
and the very air of heaven seemed to
give them new wrath. Brawny arms
We're stretched to snatch me from him
but mad heard The Woman's voice AMI
the mems words, and | know well l was
his protection.
oiung the closer, and I knew | gave
back from my baby eyes the proud scorn
of my fathers spirit. One Of them swore
an oath that | was "a plucky little de-
VIII and then they cheered me and
cursed my father. Still he went on, and
gave no sign. 1t vas out a few ste ps TO
the Long W larf aud our wal ting boat.
There wasa swell and sway ofthe crowd.
| saw, through a gap, the blue waters Of
the bay, and, close at hand, the we'll
known dark-hlue flag, white-crossed and
~red-centered, which was our ships en-
sign. The next instant familiar faces
rose about us; the young merchants from
the offices we had recently left pushed
their way to us, and CHEEKY voices cried
out:
Here, captain! we'll stand by you!
The COR fllttee is outl!'
The mob gave a wild roar, and surgcd
in frenzy. My father spoke for the first
time:
"Ramsey, take my girl. These devils
may not old off long. | will never run
from them!''
The next instant I was in the boat,
and saw my father spring into full view
OF the crowd, and in a bold relief
against the cloudless sky. upon q pile eli
merchandise. "My lads!." he cried, in a
voice trained to surmount the storms of
the Deep" my lads! | am all unarmed
man. You are 4 hundred to one. Shoot,
lfyou will, but give me chance to
speak"
1t was SO brave a defiance hat they
were impressed by it, easily swayed as
they were in the reckless disregard OF
outfawed existence had engendered.
They were suddenly hushed and quiet
ed.
GO it, old buck" called out a shrill,
youthful voice. There was a growl of
assent from coarser tones. My father
G advantage of the permission. He
male a speech worthy of the occasion.
A man with truth to back hln might
speak rs II inspired. Fancy such a
death! He told the story of Johnny Car
ter from his mothers side. He spoke
of his interest in him on her account,
of the search for him, of the future from
"'iSA PS pphsuL v IlOiu uIul plCh- IL
future you know, my lads, better than |
can tell it." He referred them to his
W record as a ~ship-master, and called
on Ills boats crew to witness its truth.
In short, the d of wrath was stemmed.
tiohrse murmurs OF assent greeted his
closing questions as to the wisdom and
Justice of his conduct toward the boy.
Rough Acknowledgements of nasty ac-
ton on their part rolled forth, and f.
nally, cries of Bring ont the %youngster
and send him aboard!'' Tie him up,
ellis mothers we'll rid ofhim, anyhow
gave proof that Johnny, like many Of
his betters, was experiencing the fatal
change OF the peoples tickle favor.
But Johnny had wisdom beyond his
years. He had waited Tor no favorable
opportunity er n~nfavorable ending. He
WAS gone, and heaven alone knows
where. From that day until this, we
have not heard of Johnny Carter,
marked mani as he is in the retro
speet OF many years.
My father stood upon his improvised
stage, the triumphant star OF this briet
play. The men were crowding around
him in good fellowship rs hilarious rs
their wrath had been deadly. One OF
the young merchants added Il brief and
jolly speech. More of his friends gath
cred around him (the Vigilance Co,.mit-
tee Off duty, the boat rocked a few yards
from the wharf, the sun streamed bril-
lantly upon the lovely curving shores,
upon the opposite portal Of the majestic
Golden Gate,' upon the Grove o.
shipping upon our own trim, shining,
perfect, floating home. The dark hour
had passed like a bad dream.
THANK you. my lals!" cried my faith.
nr GtNN,, lao rn pxi,,o,, ,x,> 4,i, ~l,,, I'LL.
honest fellows. The next time any o.
you are in trouble, l wish you good luck
and we'll out of It'll"
" know q man when We see him,
captain" shouted the same shrill voice
l had heard once be fore.
That's SOL" roared another. "Three
cheers for brave mani"
They gave them with n will. My father
had taken his place in the boat, which
had drawn in at a sign from him, and
had sprung into his arms, overcome al
last by the strain upon my child's
heart.
"Three cheers for the little galv'
shouted the ever-ready speaker.
And three cheers they were, indeed.
My father loosed his hold on me tc
wave his cap III answer. i looked uI
through my tears. l see it now!-the
sparkling sea, the glowing skv, the long
rugged, fr%ail-looking causeway above
the blue water, and the dense mass o
scarlet shirts, the cleaning weapons
the fierce, wild faces, terrible even il
their kindness! From that day unit
this. l tremble st the sound of many
feet, the wordless murmur OF many
voices, the very faintest thought Of a mob
-Lippincott.
!, BaptiStS I'm DaIsota.
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