The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-07-04
trrv was inst about what / had sx-

story was Just about what / had or
pected. He said that the gang had
been together for several years, operat-
ating in different parts of the county
The horse had been trained by one Of
their nn7nber, who had been an old
circus performer, and had been taught,
when sent away from home without any
breakfast, to dash off with the victim
as he had done with me. This was
done to avoid any bloody scene near the
highway Butthe victim was not al
ways taken to their cavernous retreat.
When prize was expected some of the
gang stationed themselves along in the
wood between the two streams, ready
to stop the horse aud dispatch the en-
trapped traveller, but | was assured
that, if had been taken across the first
brook, I should have met my death very
quickly afterwards. They had no ac-
Complete at the inn. When a traveller
was spotted either at Clayville or
Booneton, one of their number was sent
to look out for said travellers horse,
who, by careful management, had little
difficulty in administering a sickening
dose to the animal.
The rascals were tried, condemned
and executed. and retained possession
of the trained horse, but / did not keep
him long. One bright morning I
missed him from the stable, and all
search for him was in vain. It is pos
sible that the intelligent brute I'M
fastened his own halter strap and ran
away, but / have chosen to give the
matter different solution. I believe
he was stolen by the honest-looking
countryman in whose hands I first
found him, and who was set at liberty
on account of turning States evidence,
The ChancellOr's Practical Joke.
One day he went out snipe shooting
with a. friend. They had to traverse a
verdant morass, into which Bismarck's
companion, a short, stout, ponderous
gentleman, suddenly sunk up to his
armpits. After struggling some time
to extricate himself and reach firm
ground, he called aloud for help; and
seeing.his friend picking his way slowly
toward him, looking about all the while
to see whether stray snipe would get
up, he ferYently implored him to let
the confounded snipe alone and drag
him out Of the vile bog-hole. the muck
of which was fast rising to his mouth
and nose. ''My beloved friend,n an
swered Bismarck, with the utmost calm,
'syou will certainly never be able to
scramble out Of that hole; and it is
quite impossible to save you. 1t would
pain me extremely to watch your futile
struggle, or to see you slowly stihe in
that disgusting filth. I'll tell you what,
my boy; I'll spare you a protracted
death agony through suffocation by
lodging a charge of shot in your head.
Thus shall you die with promptitude
and dignity care you beside your
selfpn shouted the other, making fran
tic efforts to Wriggle out of the swamp;
81 don't want either to suffocate or to
be shot; SO help me out in the name OF
threedevils. ! Raising his gun to his
shoulder, and taking careful aim, Bis
marck replied in mournful accents
keep still for one second. It will soon
be over. Farewell, dear friend; | vii!
tell your wife all about your last mo-
ments.'' Stimulated to superhuman ex~
ertions by the danger threatening him
50 imninently, the unlucky sportsman
contrived somehow to wrench himself
out Of the mud and crawled on all
tours to terra frnaa. AS soon as he
felt himself safe he burst into torrent
of vehement reproaches.. Bismarck
smiling, listened to him awhile; then
simply remarking: '.You see 7 was
right; every one for himself, I" turned
his back upon his Infatuated companion,
and strolled off leisurely to look for
more snipe. DR. BmScA's Life Of BIS