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

But the smoke Who was camping there,
so near my own tract, on land had always
used for pastures galloped down the cat
tie trail, through the poson oak and scrub,
until | came in fun AiSllt OF the camp
There was II lire certainly and a ron of
blankets pokcd back out OF the way ON a
flat rock near the roots OF tanbark oak.
But the most conspicuous object was a
brown horse tethered near by, | am unusu-
ally weak on dime novel descriptions, but
that horse might have furnished epithets
to all the novelists in America, He was u
horse that u king might choose 10 ride to
battle, u hero treasure dearer than his
sword, an Arab tribe honor as a son OF
lightning and storm, of midnight winds
and forest fire, a horse that could love and
could hate with almost human intensity,
and more than human fidelity. Great,
brawny-chested, dccp-lunged wide-nostril-
ed, he lifted his head and cast question
ing glance at me. rode over n few steps
nearer and surveyed the dark brown crea-
ture with deepest admiration.
THAT is horse to burden with mans
life or woman honor" ] exclaimed.
| A low, sweet, yet virile voice sounded
through the boughs Of the oak tree near
me-
"He has been trusted with both,
saved both, and more than once"
looked up, startled by the surprise.
tree branched u few feet from the gro
and half reclining on broad bough
young man of winning aspect, with
in his hand, which | learned MOI
later was Beowulf," He sprang liz
to the ground and stood beside me W
keen, eager look and an outstretched b
Glow these old SaXonS caught thes
of the sea, he said ioyously. The $40.
waves flow through and through thisg us
| old poem. See this is the passage !
been reading-the witch mother .
under sea and Beowulfs desperate bi
Listen to the terror of it, and he lea
passage with fierce enthusiasm, re; H
better than college professors | have | e
since.
| lie tossed the book on his roll of b. .-
/ cts. This is good beginning for
! friendship that is to be. Come, diSmC
let US have better cquaintanceshlp
Such was Stuart Buchanan in his pr
n gladstone, conliding and eloquent person.
atty. Never mortal man betrayed his gem
| tie faith but betrayed nevertheless, he
was before he passed from human sight
! We sat down by the camp fire and felt as
| if we had known each other for years. We
gave each other glimpses of our lives !;
p,ine, the quiet Berkshire village, the ems
ii Yale, Il few voyages, the restfulness Of
| Shis mountain farm; his the splendid i'm
! Iulsiveness Of nature full of surplus en-
|
| His grandfather, Il Scotsman of rank,
eXiled for political reasons married an Ital-
ian lady; his grandfather secretary and
trusted courier of the Car rescued Polish
princess from the knout and Siberia, car
ried her to Switzerland, where they were
married, and in the end escaped to Amer
lea his father, born early in the century,
had the spirit of his soldier ancestors, and
| leaving the homestead in Western Penn
sylyania became for years an unsurpassed
globe wanderer, spending his substance
about equally on wild adventures and
scientific Investigations. He sat in the in
nermost seances of Lapp sorcerers, Indian
medicine men, Tibetan Theosophists and
followers of Asaka; the fishers of Orkney
and of Lake Baikal alike loved his pres
ence his tales were equally known to the
miners of the Ural and Of Cornwall of
Banca and Brazil; he led the bravest of
Persian regiments against the swarming
Cossacks; he was chief of an Arab tribe
he plotted to overthrow the King of Siam
he penetrated to the heart of Corea dis
guised as Buddhist priest, and he travers-
ed Madagascar from end to end before
1850. Then, late and heavily, ,..ie the
winged shaft of the dimpled mischief
maker This brave adventurer met his
tate---a maiden in whose veins flowed the
blood of French Commentaries of Pondi-
cherri and of English eonquerors at Plassy,
but she died of fever before they had
been married three years, and the heart
broken veteran retired to a farm in the
Willamette Valley Ore, where he trained
and educated their only child, Stuart
teaching him the sword stroke that had
astonished the Soudanese, the diplomacy
that crowned heads had admired and
trusted, the love of literature that had
made Greek Homer, Italian Dante, Portu
guese Camoens and English Shakespeare
his desert companions, his friends in the
wilderness.
Stuart Buchanan, in whose veins so much
of tumultuous life ran, had left his home
when eighteen, had lived in the Andes and
sailed the Amazon, and ridden with the
Auracanians, whom neither Spain in its
first flush of conquest nor Gillian armie:
nor Argentine pi @t "'' ''''""
"TIere Ell Rey
the brown horsel t.- .'v" -a9 "
ing his name men
mine 1t was in >a-
possible though
there SO hidden
found without a --...
ley, protected by rock walls thousand Zee
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
tury failed they have their Shyri or Queen
and they own e race of horses descended
| from nh ll,S clan oborUers p1Dtlrp6 from