Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1884-01-03

eyes, and legs, such as Nature has
provided me with--no other. JumI
up, my boy, and make yourself com
Portable"
"Then suppose it's all bosh about
the discomfort and dissatisfaction il
the WestP You don't think much Of
it any way, or you wouldn't drive Sc
far alone and unarmed."
81 am not nervous certainly. No one
has over molested me, and 1 don t sup.
pose they're going TO commence now
| replied, in, fear, rather n lofty tone
"But there is certain amount of dis
satisfaction here in Connemara, ant
some cause for it too. For instance, il
| were the new agent that's coming tC
Montmartyn, shouldn't care TO drive
there alone this evening; and, if | did
certainly wouldn't take the roat
through Glenfynn and Bohersandy."
"Why, is he dislikedP"
"Yes; some ugly reports have pre-
ceded him, poor man, and he comes Il
replace the most deservedly unpopular
man, represent the most cordially de,
tested Landlord, and manage the most
unreasonable people in the province.
II you gave them land for nothing
they'd expect you to till it for them
and then, if you didn'tsow the potatoes
and reap the oats Just to their fancy
they'd shoot you without moments
hesitation. That's the sort of folks the
Currans, Connors, and Cassidys Of
MOntmartyn are! | wouldn't under
take the care Of that estate for "a thou
sand year and turf and that's the
top of an Irishman's ambition"
"What wretched people they must
bel" Henry said, with n shrug. "Td
teach them to behave better, or ex
terminate them"
That's precisely what they say
about the agents; and unfortunately ex,
termination is u game both sides can
play ut. Now, then, are you ready
Wrap up well, for we have fifteen
mile drive before us across as break.
neck piece of country as any in Con.
naught, with north wind in our
teeth. only hope it will not snow
at least not till we get to the cross.
roads"
AT what time do you hope to reach
home?' Harry asked.
"All being well, about half past five.
Hold on while We 70 down this hill; IT'S
rather trying TO u stranger; and bang
head foremost against that granite
wall wouldn't improve your appear
ance, Master Honryw
We were fairly of at last, after scv.
eral delays; for had some business to
transact in Glenfynn. For tln first
time in my experience, | fancod the
people looked coldly on mo aud re-
turned my greetings sullenly; and |
caught more than one muttcrrd ex-
clamati0a in Irish OF anything but a
complimentary nature, the meaning OF
which puzzled me not little. However,
the people We're no tenants of mine;
most Of them dwolt on the Mont
martyr property, and every one knew
Their tempers and manners were none
OF the best. For n few miles after we
got clear of the little town we bowled
aloEg pIeasantly-not very swiftly; tho
road was too bad for haste. HeEry
sat on one side OF the huntingdon, /
on the other, driving, his portmanteau,
gun-casc, tiShing.rod, and other u
cacterdS being piled up between us.
Suddenly it began 20 snow. First
came a fow great vagrant hakos that
passed by lazly, then a low whiStIng
rush of cold air, swift ominous lower
ing of the clouds, and then such q
binding, driving, bewildering snow.
storm us it had never been my fortune
to experience before. Yorick, spiri-
ted young horse that had purchased
lately, seemed frightened, and SHE'D at
everything; he was not well broken to
harness, and it required all my efforts
to hold him up. Henry buttoncd his
ulster closer, pulled his hat well over
his eyes, and whistled a dismal ac-
compartment to the wind that came
down from the mountains; driving the
snow in great sheets before it. A
twilight worse than darkness closed in.
In q few moments Yorick became more
and more reStive, and began to grow
uneasy myself as | noticed how, one by
one, the landmarks that outlined the
struggling ill-made road were being
oblitGrated. How was to distinguish
the stunted old blackthorn, with its
iluttering fragment of red rag that
marked a holy well, and also n sudden
dangerous curve in the road, when
every shrub was draped alike in soft
tleecy garments-how see the heap of
stones that marked a great rut, when
stones, weeds, mounds, were alike
showed overP As the darkness closed,
there was really nothing to prevent me
from driving of tho track altoe eothor.
| might 60 over sheer preeipiCe of q
hundred feet, or into an unprotected
turnip-licld or deep sullcn pool--such
things were on either side; and more
than once ! blamed myself soundly for
not having taken old French, n patient
plodding beast, slow, but perfectly
sure, who knew every yard of the road,
and could, in all probability, find his
way alone and blind-fold from Glenfynn
to .Rathbar, snow-storm or no snow
storm, instead of lively, hish-spirited,
half broken, and, | begin to think, very
ill-temperad animal.
But l kept my doubts and fears to
myself. Henry whistled his melan-
choly refrain, and "the snow came
down like q blanket" as we still
pushed on. was giving Yorick his
head little more, but | was no longer
in tho least sure whittier we were
going. Presently my ear caught a
familiar sound, and / pulled up as
quickly as l could. In the distance,
but still distinctly, | heard tho roar OF
falling water-the long, slow, steady
swell of the Falls of Crnmlyn, whore a
little stream tumbles madly from q
steep hill into stone basin in the val
ley beneath. The sound convinced me
that was several miles out of my way,
but in what direction | could not
determine; the binding snow made it
impossible for me to decide whether /
had branched to the right in the direc-
ion of Montmartyn, or to the left
toward Glenmoy; in either case was
wrong, and how to get back to the
main road was more than knew.
But standing still with such brute
as Yorick was utterly out Of the ques.
tion, and after proceeding cautiously
for another few hundred yards, l was
enabled to make out my position pretty
nearly. We entered grove of pine
trees, their raked trunks looming up
before us like ghosts; knew that they
were Just at the entrance to the