The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1890-10-09

4 UlU6fOtuSfl all gone, ny song OIL Ulru,
! no scent OF flower, no flutter OF insect
| life, strange, dreary desert OF forest.
Here was majestic trees aged with a
century OF growth. Gazing at their
stately tops, one could we'll imagine
that in DAYS agone perhaps under the
very trees we were passing, "Lo, the
poor Indian" had once assembled to
shake dice to see who should pay for
| the beer.
1 was absorbed in these meditations
when the wagonran into huge stump
and away went sailing outinto space.
The shot gun aboutthis time decided
/ that it was tired OF riding and came
along also. Neither OF liz were hurt,
and wo resumed our seats in the
wagon, the gun rather unwillingly j
! thought
We were now getting near the camp
o. the enemy and q rather curious
sensation took possession OF me. OF
course it was not tear. but my heart
! evinced a curious dispositions to desert
it's pericardium and homestead the
| lower portion OF my throat. Icock.
ed both the rifle and the shot gun,
| placing them sideways in the wagon
the driver. The revolver took out
and placed on the seat Wy me, cover
ing it with q superabundance OF coat
tail. The knife loosened in it's
sheath. About half a mile fur
! ther on ] saw approaching one OF
the most villainous looking men nsesl
ever seen. He was OF negro blood.
nearly white, OF herculean frame, and
if not a born criminal and assassin,
should have had his face indicted for
malicious libel. He carried q glitter
ing AK on his shoulder and eyed me
insoIently.
The driver turned around with a
whisper, "Dat's him, 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 90 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,"
"Naw' was the surly reply.
My thermometer immediately re.
smued its normal condition of T2 in
the shade.
My good man." said I, carefully
concealing all weapons, Il am looking
Tor one Perkins; can you inform me
where that most esteemed gentleman
lives?"
'In that house over yonder," he
said, pointing about a quarter OF a
mile distant, where thin spire OF
smoke emphasized q tumble down log
house.
When about 100 yards from the
house | halted the team and gave O.
few briel directions to the driver.
| With the rifle at full cock cautious.
~ approached the house. 1t was OF
rough logs very rickety, with the usu-
al stick and mud chimney. Outside OF
| TIE 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 of the leather
hinges, and covered with the rife a
figure dimly seen in the semi-darkness
OF the room.
Throw up your bandsr' l com.
manded. "If you stir III shoot"
From the figure, in shrill, frightened
accents, came.
''For de Law'd's sake, watcher mean
white man, amt dun muffin"
The gun dropped from my nervous
hands.
Thomas Perkins, alleged desperate,
was an old crippled negro, about ITS
years old, half paralvzed and wholly
| stupid. ~
Three hours afterward drove into
Dead Pine with my prisoner, to be
greeted with ironical comment and up.
roarious laughter.
"Dld he kick much, Cap?" said one
big fellow, while another, after eye1ne
Perkins moment in silence. said, as
he moved off:
! Eyes the thing is alive, I saw it's
tongue wigge.''
-Four hours later was in Jackson
vile, and delivered my prisoner to the
united States marshal. As the ma
Jor audited my accounts and drew a
check Tor my expenses he was shaking
with Ill suppressed laughter.
What do.you see so funny about
thls?" | inquired, rather tartly.
/ ~ was wondering what the Judge
VIII say when he sees him." was the
reply.
Just then the judge strolled in. He
gave look at the prisoner, then at
me, and inquired mildly. but with q
merry twinkle in his handsome eyes:
"!)ld you have much trouble in Sc.
curing tins desperate, Mr.. Ohicer?"
The major fairly roared.
took my check and left the room.
I, nave not seen prisoner, United
States marshal, or Jacksonville since
that eventful day, and Dead Pine
snall know me no more forever
Hamilton Jay in Detroit Free Pre-.
Poor Security.