The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1885-02-05


high. In that sacred valley some of the
descendants of the Incas dwell and still
maintain the ancient customs. Driven
from Peru when the rebellion of last CEN
fury failed they have their Shyri or Queen,
and they 0wn e race of horses descended
from Ands.lusian chargers captured from
Spanish officers"
For weeks Stuart Buchanan dwelt in my
cabin, accompanied me Onmy rides through
the mountains. The glimpSes | have been
able to give in the preceding paragraphs
concerning his ancestry and life are but
fragments of his vivid and pictorial con-
versation. Marvellous as it seemed | came
at last to trust with entire confidence
the truth and accuracy Of all his state
ments. We dwelt together and the stars
shone on our roof
"Soon must leave you" he said in July.
" In our family when 4 man is twenty-five
the most important records ana secrets of
the past of his line are revealed to him. In
two months | must visit the old Oregon
homestead under the snow peak Of Mount
| Hood. Then | shall come back 6 ! we will
visit the Inca princess of the Ant.es."
If life were whasit should be there ought
never to have been any end to our compan-
ship. But the last dag Of his visit came,
July q it was, The next morning he
would saddle FL Rey and ride northward.
We walked far over the hills, alone and
unarmed, talking III the clear afternoon,
and planning our lives together; Sud
denly shrill cry-a w0man'S cry for help
rang down pine-clad ravine. We ran
| forward without hesitation one firm hand
grip, then the fierce breasting of the rugged
steep.
Ten minutes later and We reached the
height; a hollow deep, set with shrubs
beyond narrow footpath leading from
the district school house: fair delicate
woman struggling with four swarthy and
brutal Mexican miners from the San 10
sophia Quicksilver Minerva ten miles dis
tant II is the little school teacher from
the State Normal; the vile scoundrels
thrust their serapes about her head aud
drag her into the bushes. Stuart Is ahead
now; he runs like u hound. A moment
more we are upon them. Two swift blows
and two of the MeX.cans are down. while
we are graphing with the others. The
little teacher, suddenly released, looks on
with wild, afrighted eyes, and then rushes
Gown the path screaming for help.
/ brought my man down, my knee on his
chest; Stuart's giant, the brawniest Mex
lean ever saw, was yielding to science and
enthusiasm.
1--WE have them" shouted
That second saw-it vas twenty feet
distant, we had fought over so much
| ground--I saw the Mexican | had first
knocked over rise to his Knees and level a
large revolver at Stuart. | shouted and
sprang forward, hurting myself upon him
as quickly rs possible, but the loud report
rang out, the fatal work was done; shot
through by the same bullet Stuart and the
Mexican miner fell dead, and the bit of
lead that cut short one of the blayest, most
| impetuous and romantic lives ploughed its
way through Stuart Buchanan's pocket
copy of Homer.
wrested the pistol from the murderer
and was about to kill him when several of
the neighbors arriving prevented the deed.
They captured the three MeEicans and
hanged them in the c1llch within an hour.
l wept over my dead friend and two of lis
bore the limp body down TIE rocks
No one else could ever ride ii Rey Moro.
He runs unbribled, unbackcd among the
hills of San Luis Obispo to-day And the
Shyri waits in vain in that precipice girt
Bolivian vale, and an old man, the last OF
his race, has burned the parchig IS tlat
Stuart Buchanan was TO have READ Ia
August, 1875. Here aancs his sCml7Iro Il
this old mansion by the Atlantic