The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-12-13
A CHILLING BRDFELLow.
A Reporters Experience in the Wilder erness--A Boy who Wouldn't
 "Ouit."

read the following paper:
 The night was fearfully cold, and was riding mule. lhad been sent cut by the Daily HoaVI to report the hanging oftwo young men who did not live long enough to enjoy the reputation they had made by robbing railroad train and murder ing the conductor. After seeing the young men drop, set out for the nearest railway station, some ten miles distant. All railroads in that part of the country run accommodation trains, that is, they run for their own accommodation. The thought of favoring the public has never entered the heads of the officials. The station was deserted when reached it. After looking around for sometime, found a man sitting on pile of cross ties.
 Where's the station agent?" asked.
 "l'm him." la1ily stretching himself.
 "How long before train time ?"
 Trains gone"
 Whatw
 "Yes, what"
 How leng has it been gone ?"
 Passed along here about two hours by sun.'
 "I don't know what to do. How long before the next train ?"
 Don't know. If we have luck there may be another one in day or two."
 Don't they run on time?"
 Partly on time and partly on the track. Fust one and then the other"
 "How far is it to the nearest telegraph ofice?"
 Don't know, but don't believe thar is any"
 "This is the poorest road ever saw"
 "l reckon you're right. It owes me for three months work. That's a putty good lookin' mule you're ridin'. Come over to the house with me and I'll swap you better one for him."
 ." am not iH the mule trade. Isn't there another railroad near here 2"
 "Yes, bout five miles, but if you'll cut across the country you mout ketch our train. She don't run so powerful peart and besides that, she's got to stop and wood up several times"
 "Believe I'll try il"
 Good evening. Say, whut you goin' to do with that mule when you ketch the train? Hitch him behind ?"
 "I don't want to get on the train my self want to send lot of papers,"
 "Oh, is that all Leave 'em here and I'll put 'em on sometime during the week. Wall, if you must be goin', good bye"
 The air grew colder and colder. Dark ness came and in freezing dreariness, the pine trees moaned. The round, hard, "hominy fsnow pelted me in the face. had not gone far before realized the foolishness of my undertaking. The de pending grape-vines, through the ghastly light that accompanies a thin fall of snow, looked like ropes-and sometimes started at the vivid impression that could see dead bodies dangling from the ends of them. The cold, shivering notes of the screech-owl; the chilling scream of the night-hawk and the benumbed bark of the fox kept me constantly alive to the dismalness of my surroundings. A light gleamed. It seemed to shudder in the chill air. Guiding my mule in the direction whence came the welcome glimmez, soon reached house, where l was assailed by an army of dogs. Just as was about to be eaten up, man came out, kicked the dogs away and asked me to come in. Some men might have said, no, thank you; am out for a ride to recover my lost spirits" but l didn't. am not very polite anyway am not at all like the man who af table says, "no, don't choose any more" !" when in fact he is almost hmished. The invitation was not more than half ex- tended until was in that house crowd ing the children and the churn away from the fire. When became warm enough to look around, l saw . comical old fellow; a fat woman with . red handker- chief tied over her head; black-eyed,