The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1888-09-27

cars, but decided there were too many
passengers for them to cope with.
Going down to the track they removed
two logs of wood they had placed
across the rails.
sect up" said the leader politely to
the engine-driver. '.Now you may go
on good-night!''
The whole booty was thus only the
mail bags with the registered letters,
the value of which it was impossible to
tell. They did not even take the
watches and money of the engine
driver and his comrades. The object
of their expedition had evidently been
the safe, which contained considera-
BILE amount of gold.
In the smoking compartment of the
train, listened to lively discussion
as to the likelihood of the robbers
being caught. The general opinion
was that "the sheriff would nab them,"
though one guessed they would skip
out of that territory pretty quick"
''You see, stranger said a fine
open-faced man, from San Francisco,
who from the number of wild adven-
ures he related we called ''the Seal
per-" ''Uncle Sam don't care dime for
you and me being robbed, but its acus-
sedly different thing, touching the
mails. You bet! they'll be nabbed."
asked him whether if they had come
to our car, there would have been any
resistance.
Guess" he said, taking out of his
pocket a neat little pistol, ''there 'ud
be some shootin' goin' on around. l
wouldn't give them my money without
pulling on Them
Then followed some California yarns,
well worthy of Mayne Reid, how a
train had lately been stopped at Kan
sas. how the guard shot four robbers,
and the rest fed. The State gave him
one thousand dollars and the company
two thousand.
He has now changed his trade"
added the narrator.
"What for?' 1 inquired.
30, he has been on the drunk ever
since," was the reply, given as gravely
as if 'being on the drunk was WELL
known and honorable profession.
Then the drummer told how at
Eucharist, he had walked one night,
and found man at work on the lock
of his trunk, and getting out his pistol,
had shot him through the arm and
disabled him. And rancheman, out
West, from near Los Angeles, had
curious story, how the only time he
was ever out without his pistol, he had
been robbed. After series of similar
tales, a grave man, who had been
silently smoking his cigar, struck in.
"Well boys" he said, 81 am glad
them robbers got none of our plunder.
but do'' you go, any of you, and take
the blood of a fellow-crittur. Its an
awful thing to do surely. There was
a friend of mine onst shot man. He
saw him put his hand behind his back,
and thought he was going to draw,
and pulled on him. The sheriff was
after him, and he came up to my rancho,
|, and kept him dark, | did. But he
was miserable. He said he could
always hear the groans of the dying
man. He saw him staring at him
awful with all his eyes when he lay
down in bed. He didn't live long after
that. It's my opinion that business
killed him. Don't you boys, go and
take the life of fellow-crittur if you
can help it,"
So ended my adventure in the Rocky
Mountains. | may add that | never
.heard while in America whether the
srObbers were captured. | do not know
yet whether they are still at large. |
saw, however, in a telegram lately
that train on the same line had been
.'held up,' and "that the robbers had
got off with a rich booty" Possibly
they were my old friends of the Rockies
still pursuing their calling.V. Cam
eron Lees, d. d., IN Good Words.