New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1888-05-09

started. 1t pine WllQeIHeSSI s1hs . oA,S
underbrush all gone, no song OF pro,
mo scent OF flower, no futter OF insect
life, a strange, dreary desert OF forest
Here was majestic trees aged with g
century Of growth. Gazing at their
stately tops, one could well imagine
that in DAYS agone perhaps under the
very trees ne were passing, lilo, the
poor Indian had once assembled to
shake dice to see who should pay for
the beer.
4 was absorbed in these med1tatlons
when the wagon ran into ahuge stump
and away went sailing Quit into space
The shot gun about this time decided
that it was tired of riding and came
along also. Neither of us were hurt,
and we resumed our seats IN the
wagon, the gun rather unwillingly
thought.
We were now getting near the camp
of the enemy and a rather curious
sensation took possession OF me. VI
course it WAS not Tear, but my heart
evinced curious disposition to desert
its pericardium and homestead the
lower portion of my throat. cock
ed both the rifle and the shot gun,
placing them sideways in the wagon
to satisfy the manifest uneasiness OF
the driver. The revolver took out
and placed on the seat by me, cover
inc it with a superabundance of coat
tail. The knife I loosened in it's
sheath. About half a mile fur.
ther on saw approaching one OF
the most villainous looking men had
ever seen. He was OF negro blood.
nearly white, of herculean frame, AID
if not born criminal and assassin,
should have had his face indicted for
malicious libel. He carried a glitter
ing ak on his shoulder and eyed me
insolently.
The driver turned around with q
whisper, s.Dat's MIN, boss
My knees now partook OF the
general excitement, my hand trembled
as if my best girl was about to refuse
me, and my blood seemed determined
to go into the cold storage business.
At the same time an overwhelming
conviction reached me that this was
not the man / was looking for, and
that it would be impolite to risk a
suit for false Imprisonment.
AS he came opposite the wagon, my
driver drew up and assumed the
initiative.
els your name Perkins?" ssss
"Naw', was the surly reply.
My Thermometer immediately re-
smued its normal condition of 72 in
the shade.
''My good man." said ], carefully
concealing all weapons, II am looking
for one Perkins; can you inform me
h hot = ~
lives?"
an that house over yonder," he
said, pointing about q quarter of a
mile distant, where a thin spire Of
smoke emphasized a tumble down log
house.
When about 100 yards from the
house halted the team and gave a
few brief directions to the driver.
With the rife at full cock cautious
~ approached the house 1t was of
rough logs very rickety, with the usu-
al stick and mud chimney. Outside OF
the smoke from that there was no
sign OF lite about the place. Silently
| came up to the back door, with a
vigorous kick sent it off the leather
hinges, and covered with the rifle a,
figure dimly seen in the semi-darkness
OF the room.
Throw up your hands!" I COM
manded. elf you stir I'll shoot
From the figure, in shrill, frightened
accents, came.
"For de Law'd's sake, watcher mean
white man. l amt dan nuf1in.''
The gun dropped from my nervous
hands.
Thomas Perkins, alleged desperate,
was an old crippled negro, about l7S
years old, half paralyzed and wholly
stupid.
Three hours afterward l drove into
Dead Pine with my prisoner, to be
greeted with ironical omment and up
roarious laughter.
z "Did he kick much, Cap?" said one
big fellow, while another, after eye1ng
Perkins a moment in silence, said, as
he moved off:
Eyes the thing is alive, I saw its
tongue wiggle."
-Four hours later was in Jackson
vile, and delivered my prisoner to the
United States marshal. AS the ma
lor audited my accounts and drew a.
check for my expenses he was shaking
with i'll suppressed laughter.
What do you seeso funny about
thls?" | inquired, rather tartly.
~ was wondering what the Judge
will say when he sees him. was the
reply.
just then the Judge strolled in. He
gave a look at the prisoner, then at
me, and inquired mildly, but with q
merry twinkle in his handsome ewes:
Ibid you have much trouble in Sc
curing this desperado, Mr.. Officer?"
The major fairly roared.
l took my check, and left the room.
l have not seen prisoner, United
States marshal, or Jacksonville since
that eventful day. and Dead Pine
shall know me no more forever
Hamilton Jay in Detroit Free Pree.
In Petticoat and Sunbonnet
There is now living in Pickens