Omaha daily bee., 1888-08-12

gel eyed him closely, cndeavoring to
decipher every expression as an index
of the thoughts that gathered under
the woody pate of the negro. Bony was
sitting on the end of a cross tie, his
elbows resting on his knees, and his
grimy fingers interlocked. He was
bareheaded, and he softly tapped the
ground with his long feet, slowly and
alternately. His head was bent and
his eyes were half closed. After sit
ting few minutes he rose and shook
himself like IA dog that has been asleep.
After this he went to II telegraph pole
and rubbed his back against 1t.
"Hyars me.' he said.
The prisoner was placed in the ten
der in sitting posture, his back against
the pile of wool, and his face turned to-
wards the locomotive. His hands were
tied behind him and his legs were
bound together at the knees and ankles.
A gag was in his mouth. Bob Angel
pulled open the throttle valve and the
train slowly dragged its length into the
night: and all that could be seen by
those left behind were two eyes that
stared back at them from the last car.
One of these eyes was red, the other
green. They were the real signal
lights.
Il blieve Is de boss fur er while, ,aiu't
|, cap'n?"
Yes, believe So replied Angel.
Without another word Ole BOny went
to the wOodpile and commenced to pitch
the fuel to the front OF the tender. Hav-
ing done this he began to pile it up on
the foot-board in two separate heaps.
One contained the
RICH, RESINOUS
pine, and the other the oak and the
hickory. He then opened the furnace
fire door and throw in the pine rapidly.
The prisoner sat and watched it all!
When he had filed the fire box he
rested and amused himself by singing
snatches of old plantation songs.
He again opened the fire door and
found the pine being rapidly consumed,
the flames seething and roaring. He
threw in the oak and hickory, the pine
having sunk TO give it room, and re-
marked: Hot nough Directly
The train reached Chickasawhay
swamp. Bony said:
Il specks she's a-gittin' dry forrcd-
kin feel 'er erbumpin IL little. Take de
can an go outside an touch up dem
steam m-boX valves-'fore you go. dough,
! wants you ter help me tie i'm ter dot
boa'd, kaze he's gittin' rcsty. De boa d
III keep i'm straight. Keep pert look
on de track, an-you kin come back-in
er bout---fVc minutes.
The helpless prisoner was secured 10
the board as i}ony directed, and Angel
crawlcd through the window, neglect
ing, however, to take the Oil-cau---but
that was no matter. Old BOny had
thrown in more pine, and the locomo-
tive was belching forth a cloud of black
smoke which trailed out over the train
like the tail OF an
INKN COMET
The glaring, staring, cyclopean eye
of the engine was tunneling The dark
ness, plowing "A passage through the
night for the head and body to which 1T
belonged. Looking back ward Bob Angel
saw vision that made his heart stand
still. This is what he saw: The fire
door had been thrown open, and in
tense light therefrom streamed upon
the black clouds of smoke and upon the
dense foliage by the wayside as upon IL
screen on which would be projected the
shadows of interpOsiug bodies. And he
did see strange shadows magnifed into
gigantic oportions-frightful shadows
they were that surged through the for
est or were suspened in the smoke. II
seemed to Angel that the gate OF hell
was open, aud that the shadows he saw
were made by demons dancing before
the sulphurous flame and reveling in
a Saturnalia of blood. One demon,
larger aud more frightful than the 9th