Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-08-14

JOy0u WA0A D1Ch Cdlu0 I'd sou QlH Tree
from his narrow. dark prison. and
even condescended to throw him a
compassionate word or two. It did
not take great deal to make the
Dutfer happy. So long as he was per-
,nitted to attach himself, night ana
day, to q man who at best treated him
with disdainful liberation, he was per-
fectly satisfied, and asked for nothing
moro. TO trot behind the carriage up
the high road to Gavarnie was all very
well-a little firing, still useful in the
way of wearing down the claws and re-
moving superauous flesh from the ribs.
The first thing that Dick Bolton
heard, on reaching Gavarnie, was tn at
three days previously his friend had
been suddenly summoned to England,
but that he hoped to return to the
Pyrenees as soon as possible. Mean
while he was begged to start at once
III quest OF game, and was assured that
the guide who was awaiting his ar
rival might be relied upon to show
him sport This guide. a grim. tact
turn parsonage, Jacques Cazaril by
name, began objecting strongly to
Monsieur's "bouledogue. He said it
would be almost impossible to get
such a clumsily-made creature over
the high passes which they would
have to cross, but Dick Bolton, who
was something of a spoilt boy, had
been put out-in the first place by
bis friends involuntary aesertion Of
him, and, in the second, by Certain
criticisms in which the guide had seen
tit to indulge with respect to his
rifles and ammunition. He therefore
replied CURLY that he meant to take
the dog with him.
Eventually compromise was ar
rived at. In order to approach the
haunts Of the rarely-seen bouquetin it
was necessary to camp out in one Or
other of the lonely valleys on the
Spanish side of the mountains, and
Dick agreed that during the daytime
the Duffer should be left in charge of
the porter, who formed the only other
member of the small party. Those
were sad days for the Duffer, and not
entirely pleasant ones for the porter,
who gave up kicking him after time
and did not repulse the friendly ad-
vances which he made after nightfall.
Considerably less benevolence was
manifested by his master. who was not
happy, owing to his failure to come
across any trace Of bouquetin. A
fair number of lizards he did succeed
in bringing down; but then he had not
come all the way from England for the
sake of shooting lizards, and he was in
clined to be dissatisfied with the phleg-
matte Cazaril, who merely shrugged
his shoulders, remarking that it was no
fault of his if bouquetins we're not as
common as sheep. And when, after
various changes of quarters, the party
arrived at the baths of Panticosa, this
rather cross-grained guide was greatly
displeased to hear that his employer
had secured the services of two vii
demonstrating Spaniards. who pro-
fessed to know of Il district in which
the evasive quarry was pretty sure to
be encountered.
*'rhey hunt a bouquetin!'' he ex-
claimed, scornfully; *'why, they don't
SO much as know what a bouquetin is!
What they would like to do would be
to entice us into some out-of-the-way
spot and cut our throats.''
1.-Two can play that game" Mr.. Bel
ton observed, land if they attempt any
thing of the kind three Of us will play
it. You and and the porter ought to
be able to give tolerably good &C
count of those half-starved wretches,
should think. However, if you are
afraid, by all means say so; L have no
doubt that can replace YOU
TO a suggestion so worded only one
reply could be made, and Cazaril made
it sullenly enough. He knew very we'll
that, if it came to a stand-up fight, the
Spaniards could have no sortof chance;
but he was equally well aware that
they would never risk such "a thing,
and he was certain that robbery was
their object. You aud l." he said,
privately to the porter, ''must take it
in turns to keep watch every night.
Once let these scoundrels catch the
three of us asleep and we shall be
three dead men, you may be sure"
10 be proved wrong is never agree
able, but what is much worse is to ap-
pear to be wrong when you are really
right all the time This was the
Notifying fate of Cazaril, who could
not find it in his heart to rejoice when,
two days after the guidance of the
Spaniards had been forced upon him,
Dick Bolton shot a bouquetin. TO any
one conversant with such matters it
was manifest that this piece of luck
was in no way due to their knowledge
of sport or locality, for their ignorance
of both had been exhibited half a
dozen times in as many hours.
Dick stretched himself out luxuri.
ously upon. the hard ground, with his
feet toward the bivouae fire, and was
soon wrapped in a slu1naaer more sweet
and deep than any that those who
sleeD in heds can aver hnne to ariov