The Sunday tatler and Jersey City express. (Jersey City, N.J.) 1883-1886, 1885-01-25

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gled along somehow for couple of days,
but finally the snow began to fall again
and we lost the trail. The whole party
was just on the point of giving up for good
when one of the scouts came in to report
that he had found, few miles further on,
a certain log house and stockade that we
had been looking for. OF course, that
braced us up once more, and we soon
reached the house and started up roaring
fire, you may suppose As the men were
bringing in their last armfuls of wood,
they heard faint cry for help on the
| wind. A forlorn hope volunteered to go
out and see what was the matter, and pref
| ty soon they brought in an emigrant family
whose teams had got showed in, and who
had Just about lain down to die some half
mile from the house. There was the faith
er, three boys, little girl carrying kitten
and the mother with a small baby wrapped
| up in dozen shawls.
Dear, dear me, exclaimed the lady
passengers in chorus.
ssThe log house had small room in one
corner and we gave that to the poor fami-
| ly and made them comfortable. That
night it blew gale, and swept the trail SO
clear that the emigrants decided to push
on south. Our party concluded to wait
/ dAOtutI Qhy luz but Wc8OuCI W 6Ctt4O, huu
we'll enough it was, for the snow began
again. Sometime during the next evening,
| one of the officers happened to gointo the
room that had been occupied by the emf
grant family, when he heard a sort of low
cry, and going towards bunk, something
moved inside bundle lying there wrapped
up in an old red shawl ="
"a blue shawl, major" interrupted the
young lady, merrily.
$50 it was" said the old officer. glancing
fondly at his companion. "He was a
brave fellow, that lieutenant; but he ran
out to us as pale as death. Gentlemen
said he, in the excitement of getting away,
these people have left their baby.
ssYou never saw such scared lot of men
in your life. There we were, showed in,
300 miles from civilization, with a baby -
grizzly bear would be more welcome"
ssOhl you horrid thing" shifted the
mother on the back seat.
"You don't seem to grapple with the
idea, ma'am, explained the major. "On
canyassing the matter, we discovered that
there wasn't but one married man in the
command, and he, as luck would have it,
had never been blessed with baby.
We didn't have any more idea of baby,
or of how to take care of one, than the
man in the moon. Oh it was dreadful"
and the major wiped the perspiration from
his face at the mere recollection.
ssHad the poor darling been all that time
without anything to eat ?" Indignantly in
quired young bride who sat up with the
driver.
ssTo drink, you mean," said the major.
ssThat was Just it. There wasn't even a
can of condensed milk in the outfit, SO we
went into council of war as to the prop
er thing to give it to eat. One officer said
-four and water was the correct thing.
Capt Brown insisted on milk. Boges
thought that meat chopped up fine would
answer. Somebody else argued that the
proper ration for baby was sugar tied up
in rag somehow. A young ensign be-
rubber, so to speak, while old Whipple
stuck it out that babies were fed exclusively
on paregoric You never heard such a
wrangle."
sAnd the poor little creature suffering
all that time" murmured the mother, wip-
ing tear off her nose.
ssThe result was that we agreed to make
an impartial mixture Of all these things, on
the theory that if one missed fire, the 9TH
ers would counteract it, as it were. So we
made a sort of stew in the coffee-pot,
which included whole bottle of paregoric
from the medicine chest, for the most of us
rather leaned towards Whipples ideas
after all. Then we hunted up small tin
funnel used for filling the whiskey keg."
ssWhat was that for?" gasped the o ly
passengers, who by this time had worked
themselves into a state of suppressed
fury.
s'Why, to run the compound into the
baby without spilling it, the major con-
tinued calmly. $50 when the committee
on pap concluded the mixture was cool
enough, we started in to feed the"
81 wonder it didn't kill you," interrupt
ed the bride, looking knowingly at the ma
jor's companion. ssOf course I can see
how it turned out. You were the baby,
and the major brought you up and married
YOU"
s.Jnst wait till 1 finish" went on the
major. Just as we started for the bunk,
there was a terrible crash of firing, follow
ed by yell that would have curdled your
blood. We were attacked by the 'Paches.
They had surrounded us ON snow shoes
Of course we had to jump to our guns, and
it was just nip and tuck all night to keep
them off. At daylight our repeating rifles
were too much for them, and they finally
cleared out with heavy loss.
"And the baby ?" cried the whole stage,
while even the driver put on the brake
and turned around to listen.
"Then we thought of the baby" said
the major solemnly. "and we all went in to
look at it. The bundle still lay on the
bunk, but was motionless. The shawl was
stained with blood, and we saw that a
che sc arrow had come through loop-hole
and nIerally transfxed it.