The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1890-10-17

u ttA1 mule minded it even 90 much a. to
shakek his long ears! Then, Struggling in
the o10tre, were Darcantel, Stingo, and
Paddy Burns, and behind them came tall,
muscular man oil mettled barb. which he
controlled bya touch Of his little finger.
Aud, At his side, on the most diminutive of
of the donkey breed, with feet touching the
ground, chung stout Jacob Blunt, the sail
or, tn q moro dreadful trepidation than he
had ever known on board his old teak built
brig, lying there in the roads Of Kingston;
while the rear was brought up by Piron
and Commodore Cleveland.
Now. you little mad-cap, look sharp
when Me turn the curve Of the mountain,
and you'll catch peepat Esconditlo; and
don't you pinch that old mule again on her
rumpsOr she'll pitch you up into that silk
cotton-trec."
"Ieit pleases Providence to restore me
safely to my dear old Martha Blunt, I'll
take my dayy never to sit astride OF
any darn brute OH four legs again!" This
mild vow came from the lips of Jacob
Blunt. aud he honestly meant every word
he said.
Give us another jolly song. s.ingo! it
will keep your thirst clear for tho claret. A
Creole one, my lad, it will make tho cattle
move fastcr."
'For the sake of my old timbers, sir, and
ms you vally my wife's blessing. don't sing!
There. You beast; you've waved sharp up
glim ont for ever! say, Don Spanisher
don't sins-1m going fast enough!" shout
ed tho poor skipper rs he passed his paws
around tho little brute neck, with his hat
over his eyes.
Colonel Pady Burns as he reign
ell up, aud gave the perverse little donkey a
cut with his whip. which ELECTED another
hoarse roar from the old sailor as the ami
NAL half doubled himself up and then am
bled away like n ytwl in short sea, until he
came up to the people ah .ad. When he stood
stock stilland prayed maiiciously-''have
younnother cigar, colonel? Thankce! Fine
scenery this about here-never visited Jn-
malcabefore? Ye have been off the island,
eh? lisa nate little spot Piron has there
that it is;and the whole of us will be mighty
sorry To lose him. Is he going to lave?
Yes, he is; and WHAT'S worse. he is going TO
take his swate wife and her sister. is tho
sister handsome? Begorra! handsome!
Why, nan she is u beauty! Aud didn't I
trounce that ugly, abusive wretch, Peter
Growler, for saying he had seen grey
hair i'll her head, when knew it was only
loose thread from her lace car--and me in
love with her all the time? Bad luck to
him! He's never limited ut such thing
since"
Here Paddy Bnrns' small eye twinklcd as
he slOwlym!sodthe stock of his riding
wiiD at slender lance wood tree about
twelve yards off. and gave tn lash sharp
crack.
the person on the spirited barb almost
unconsciously put his right hand in his
pocket.
Take care. Paddy Burns; the colonel has
a cool hand and colder eye, and has made
study of piStols--cannon aud swivels,
too, perhaps Knows the cntlnss exercise
as well, and has had considerable expert
cnce in bullets, knives, and ropes. Has
murdered women--lots of them. Wouldn't
stick ut killing child with n junk bottle.
Andas for men-pshaw! Keep bright
lookout. Paddy. Why. he'd drown your
mother, if you had sister TO love- For
didn't he drag his own old father and
mo-her down to Il dishonored grave? md
do You tllinl-you brave, honest little Irish
man-that he would sleepa wink the less
sound for ruttingyo TO dcathp Bah! man.
Shootali the game You spring, hut don't
waste pawder OH tiger or shark. You
dislike him so Won are ready to quarrel with
him. thought or course yon do-who
doubtsi 1t? But then. gentlemen quarrel
with gentlemen; and this colonel mt your
elbow lisa scoundrel. miscrennt, villain. as
sassin, ani--piratc! So yon can have
nothing in common with him, Paddy Burns.