The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1890-02-04


startling cry is heard: Look to your.
selves! One here hath gone mad and
he hath a knife And the mailman,
knowing not what he does, slashes
right and left with his weapon, until
in self-defense they must kill him
and all that in the dark. And that
much amuses the British officers"
'.Lord. let death seize upon them.
and let them go down quick into hell. "
calculated the pastor, in fervent quo
tation of the Psalmist.
"Amenr' responded Jameson be-
tween his clinched teeth, continuing
his narrative. at is common sport
with them to cast apples among the
prisoners to set them fighting. The
wretched men. whose minds are weak
ened by their sufferings. seem mad
dened at sight of the tempting fruit.
and will beat and tear each other, with
claws and teeth, like starving. raven
Gus beasts. to get possession of it
whereat the British officers laugh
heartily and enjoy themselves mighti-
ly."
lord. let burning Goals fall upon
them; let them be cast into the fire,
into deep pits. that they rise not up
again" broke forth the parson-
'.Men are shot down like dogs by
the sentries. who act under orders, ex-
cuse therefor being found in the slight
est breach of discipline.
"Woe unto the wicked! 1t shall be
i'll with him, for the reward Of his
hands shall be given him"
again and again a cartel hath come
for an exchange of prisoners, and
those upon whom Deaths hand is al
ready laid have been sorted out to
send away, while those with more life
in them were put back with the cruel
jibe: You have not been here long
CROUCH: you are too well to ex-
change"
Lord. how long shall the wicked
triumph"
Mistress Suydam's cheeks were very
pale. and her eyes blazed with indig-
nation. Each of the excited parsons
scriptural quotations were expressive
of her sentiments. but she did not open
her lips until he uttered, as prayer:
Lord, root them out of the land of
the living; pity them not, nor spare,
nor have mercy, but destroy them ut
terlE."
Then she earnestly calculated:
"Amenm
All that day Robert Jameson lay in
hiding among the bushes back of
Mistress Suydam's house. resting.
sleeping amt rapidly regaining his
strength. while she watched over his
safety and fed him.
Parson Ellis went away. Before
taking his departure, he told the
fugitive:
81 am over here on a mission in
which it may be Gods will that / shall
lay down my life, and. indeed, the
chance for it is so great that L set
small store by the boat that is moored
creek. Iii | come off alive, | shall
easily find another boat. This one
you had better take, and. as soon as
he moon hath set tonight, sail for
New London, where you will be safe.
70 not before. lest you be overhauled
IN the sound and recaptured.
'I will never be taken alive" an
'wered Robert, firmly.
You are a brave man, and / do |
lot doubt your intent, but we are all |
n the hand of God. If you reach |
New London safely, give the boat in
charge of Ebenezer Holden. whom you
will easily find And now, farewell"
Robert feared to remain in the house,
est he might be surprised by party |
II the British dragons. who. as he
vas informed, were continually scour-
ng the island. Near nightfall Mis-
ress Suydam came rushing down to
i'm from the upper window where
he had long been sitting, watching
hat she might note the approach of
n enemy far off.
The dragons are comingm she
ried to him.
A dozen of them were coming down
he road at an easy, swinging trot,
nth Captain Tileston at their head.
" course the fugitive imagined that
hey were in pursuit of him, but they
'ere not. lie was supposed to have
cen drowned and eaten by the sharks,
umbers of which savage creatures
-ere attracted to the vicinity of the
by the prey that was either
PISSED to them or that voluntarily
,aped overheard. The dragons had
ute another object than his capture
i their coming. But he thought only
flight
He ran swiftly down the brook,
below the line of rank grass
nat margined its banks, until he
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