Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1885-04-09
A HORSE THAT ATE SUGAR.
rhomas corry pates IN 60 cheer

habltants from the profoJndest ma
tutlnal maps, went three or four noun
ted men, pulling after them by halters
as many more horses. So sudden and
so furious was the onslaught, and so
silent the street after il was over, that
the night,capped heads thrust De
tween the Calyerley shutters could
not have believed, save for the dust
that still hung mysterioUsly in the
dewy morning air, and the dim echoes
that came floating back from the
"huTying rout, that such o noise had
beon in front Of their houses but q
moment before
Still far beyond her piercing ken
The hurricane had swept the glen
quoted Mr. John Savage, the minis
ter, thinking OF the falcon in the
Lady Of tie Lake. ! guess they've
got 10 as safe woods as Uam-V Var by
this time, too, he said, as he still
continued to peer through the gray
darkness OF the early dawn, IN the
vain hope Of finding something to safe
his curiosity. Hello" as he saw his
neighbor Mr. Blinn, the keeper,
sallying forth, half dressed, from his
house across the way, whats up2'
~ reckon it's them horse thieves
that's been doin' so much damage
here n over Tolland way returned
Mr. Blinn hoarsely. IN bet there's
somebody after them, too, or they
wouldnt a. made SO much n0ise as
that.
The street was by this time pretty
well astir, and Mr.. John Savage with
drew his head in order to go and Join
his neighbors.
"Harkr' he said, as he reached his
gate, and was shaking hands with DR..
Sawin, who lived Hext door, "Hark
there comes another crowd. It's the
Sheriff and his posse; what'l you
wagerP
Mr.. John Savage was not a betting
man." but his teeth were Just now
chattering with the morning chill and
his excitement, and no was not meas
uring his words
Almost before he had finished speak
ing a group of horsemen hove in sight
riding at their utmost speed
The men at Calyerly street rushed
toward them.
Cant stop for talk!p bawled out
head horseman, as he dashed past-he
was no less a parsonage than the sher-
If of the county himself -- " We're
right on the track of them blasted
Sorsethieves. How long ago did they
go hy2'
'IIalf an hour" Twenty min
utesm Fifteen minutes shouted
back different voices. 1t had really
been about half an hour There was,
whichever estimate was right, no time
to be lost, for woods quite extensive
and impenetrable as those to which
Mr.. Savage had alluded lay Just be-
you'd Calverly and the horse thieves
knew every inch of ground for twenty
Rlles around, as the sheriff was well
aware.
A dozen of the Calverly men were
mouated almost in less times than it
takes to tell it, and galloping in hot
haste in an attempt to catch up with
the shert's band More than a score
of valuable horses mad been stolen
from Tollaud and Calvery within the
last month, and public opinion was
ughteously excited over the matter.
In SO old and settled a couatry as that
about Calverly such crimes as horse
stealing had become very infrequent,
and the people hardly knew how to be
patient with the slow processes of jus
tice ln rlghtng their unaccuslomed
wrongs
II don't know about introducing
lynch law into New England said
Mr.. Blinn, as they gallopeA along,
but l declare | want to see something
lively done TO these scamps.'
Mr.. Savage. who had been thinking
that he knew now something how
Paul Revere felt was somewhat
startled at the mention Of lynch
law
Good heavens " he cried refining
up his horse a little, don't say such
a thing, Mr. Blinu Lynch laws
What an idea But then, recollect
ing that one of Nr. Blint S horses had
been taken, maybe | should have
felt as stirred Bp as You do IL [ had
lost my Roland here. Dr.. Holmes
says;
When ones the slumberiugp passion burns.
The peaceful are The strong
But Mr. Blinn did not imbi0e what
ever culture might otherwise have
been impaired to hiu by his neighbours
poetical quotation, for he was getting
TOO far ahead: so Mr.. John Savage
spurred his Roland on.
who's that fellow youde7T lie
asked, a few moments later, pointing
with his whip toward dark, surIey,
bat well-mounted man, a little in front
of them
Il don't know responded the
storekeeper, suspiciously. ~ don't
believe he lives hereabout. I hope
not, anyway. He locks to me. he
continued with quiet humor, "as If
he might make, as the man said in the
story, irst-rate stranger"
They both laughed, and journeyed
on.
II was now bright daylight, and the