Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1886-12-30

N"cO "UthUt pups 81 uUJ Utty. SHe Sutu.
"All the furry made by Their gwine way
he'd died down, an ez we heered nothin' from
'em or the war, peoples minds got quiet
ag'in, an they sot 'bout hurryin' up their
spring work.
"One bright, sweet mornin' in May wuz
at my work in the yard with Fortner-thet
wuz my sons name-fixin' up the kittles ter
dye some yarn fur a coat fur him Hus-
bandd went ter tho other side o. the hill.
whar the new terbacker ground wlz, ter cut
out some trees that shaded the plants. The skies
wuz ez bright an far ez the Good Lord ever
made EN-. / could heah the ringin' o. David's
ak ez he chopped away, an hit seemed ter be
sayin ter me cheerfully all the time: 'Heah
| am-hard at work The smoke from some
brush piles tibet he'd sot afire riz up slowly
an gently, fur thar wuz no wind a-stirring.
The birds sung gayly bout their work o. nest
buildln, an l couldn't help singin' about
mine. left the kittles fur minnt to run
down the gyarden walk, ter see how my bed
o pinks wuz comm out, an l sung ez run
jest then a passed. o men come stringin'
up the road ter the bars, They looked like
some o. them that Kunnel Pennington tuck
way with him, but they rid better critters
then any o them ever he'd, an they were
toted guns.
Something sent q chill ter my very heart
the moment / laid eyes on enl. Hit almost
stopped bcatin' when / see Kunnel Bill Pen
nington little ways behind 'enl, with feath-
err in his hat AM sword an pistols in his belt.
When they waited at the bars fur him ter
come up, knowed instantly what they were
arter.
/ tE,sr frxrif f..t.
speak ez low ez possible, 'Fortner, honey, slip
back through the bushes ez quick ez the Lord'll
let ye an tell yer daddy tibet Bill Pennington
an his gang air heah arter him. Sneak away,
but when we air out o sight, run fur yer life,
honey
ale turned ter 60 but at that minnit Bill
Pennington shouted out: Stop tharl Don't
We send tibet boy away Eff he moves a step
I'll put bullet through his brainl'
"Fortner would've run in spite o. him, but
wuz so skeered fur him tibet jumped ter his
side an ketched his arm.
keep quiet, honey said. Likely they
won't find yer daddy at ALL
VAIN hopel Ez / spoke, the sound o.
David's ak rung out clearly and steadily. The
cannons at Wildcat, yesterday, didn't sound
no louder ter me / could even tell tibet he
wuz chopin beech tree The licks was ez
a-sharp an ringin ez eff the ak struck iron.
bill Pennington lit often his beast, an
walked toward me, with his sword a-clatterin'
an his spurs a. jinglin'.
"' Whar's that Yankeefied scalawag of a
husband o your'n1 Whar's Dave Brill o. be
said savagely.
Hit seemed ter me that every stroke from
over the hill said ez plainly ez tongue could
utter words: Heah | am. Come over heah
tried ter gain time ter think o something.
He started this mornin' ON Roam Molly
fer Mt. Vernon, to tend court | said, know
in tibet l didn't dare hesitate ter make up q
story.
"'Kunnel, tibet airs lie said Jake John
son, who knowed us. 'Thar's Dave Brill's
Roam Molly over thar, in the pasture
IAN this hain't court day in Mt. Vernon,
neither said another.
49, know your husbands on the place, |
wuz tole so this mornin',' said Kunnel Bill.
Hit Il be much better fur We, eff we tell me
whal he is. Hit'l at least save yer house
from bein' sot afre.
Ring ring went Davids ak, ez eff hit
wa: Il trumpet, shoutin' ter the whole world:
Heah am. Come over heahr
aye kin burn our house eff yer tibet big a
villain l said; but can't tell We no diff
ferent
"'Kunnel, thet's him a-choppin' over thar,
said Jake johnson. i know he's cl'ared
some new ground fur terbacker on tibet air
hillside
~ believe hit is, said Kunnel Bill, list
enin' minnit Parker, We an Haygood 60
over thar an git him, while some o. the rest
o We look bout the stable an fodder stack
thar. Mind my orders, an see tibet they air
carried out
~His manner made me fear everything. A
thought flashed inter my mind. Thar wuz
tibet horn tharH-Harry followed her eyes
with his and saw hanging on hooks against
the wall one of the long tin horns used in the
south to call the men folks of the farms to
their meals. II was crushed and battered to
uselessness-sI thought I'd blow hit an AZ
tract his attention He mout then see them
a-comin' and git away. Iran inter the house
an snatched the horn down, but afore l
could put hit ter my lips Bill Pennington
jerked hit way from me an stamped on hit
a'Deb Brill said he, witha MORALLY hate
full look, yer peart an sassy AM bold. an hev
alters been so, an SOS yer Yankeefied hus-
band we've bed yer own way oifen--too
often. Now III hev mine an wipe out 7scn1s
kug stardin' scves' urs All ha cyrpad