San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-01-22

"You good man." rsss=z.4 seesadra
Now SO dig the sahib up"
He returned as spoke 10 the grave, and re-
sumed hiS former tod. Ny lord stood rooted,
and at my lords side; fearing knsw not
what
The frost was not yet very deep, and pres
emily the Indian threw ASIDE mis- tool and be-
gan to scoop the dirt by handfus.
Then he disengaged a corner Of a buffalo
robe; and then saw hair catch among his
fingers; yet moment more, and the moon
shone on something white Awhile Secundra
crouched upon his knees, seFaping with deli
cate fingers, breathing with pulled lips; and
when he moved aside beheld the face of the
master wholly disengaged. 1t was deadly
white, the eyes closed, the ears and nostrils
plugged, the cheeks fallen, the nose sharp as
If in death; but for all he had lain so many
days under the sod, corruption had not APP
preached him and what strangely affected
all of u.s. his lips and chin were mantled with
"a swarthy beard.
My God!" cried Mountain, "he was as
smooth as a baby when we laid him theren'
They say hair grows upon the dead" OBJ
served Sir William, but his voice was thick
and weak
Secundra paid no heed to our remarks, dig
ging swift as a terrier, in the loose earth;
every moment, the form of the master,
swathed in his buffalo robe, grew more dis
tinct in the bottom Of that shallow trough;
the moon shining strong, and the shadows OF
the standers-by, as they drew forward and
back, falling and fitting over his emergent
countenance. The sight held us with a horror
not before experienced, l dared not look my
lord in the face, but for as long as it lasted,
never observed him to draw breath and a
little in the background one of the men Il
know not whom burst into a kind of sobbing
Now" said Secundra, you help me lift
him out"
OF the flight of time have no idea; it may
have been three hours, and it may have been
five, that the Indian labored to reanimate his
masters body. One thing only know, that
it was still night, and the moon was not yet
set, although it had sunk low, and now barred
the plateau with long shadows when Secundra
uttered small cry of satisfaction; and, lean
ing swiftly FORTH l thought l could myself
perceive change upon that icy countenance
of the uuburied. The next moment | beheld
his eyelds 6utter; the next they rose entire,
ly, and the week old corpse looked me for q
moment i'll the face.
to. | have heard from others that he visibly
strove to speak, that his teeth showed in his
beard, and that his brow was contorted as
with an agony of pain and effort. And this
may have been; know not, l was otherwise
engaged. For, at that first disclosure of the
dead mans eyes, my Lord Durrisdeer fell to
the ground, and when l raised him up, he
was a corpse.
n, 1 +,n !, L
persuaded to desist from his unavailing eff
forts. Sir William, leaving O small party
under my command, proceeded on his en-
bassy with the first light; and still the Indian
rubbed the limbs and breathed in the mouth
of the dead body. You would think such La.
b0rs might have vitalized stone; but, ex-
cept for that one moment (which was my
lords DEATH, the black spirit Of the master
held aloof from its discarded clay; and by
about the hour of noon, even the faithful
servant was at length convinced. He took
it with mistaken quietude.
TOO cold" said he; good way i'll India
no good here" And asking for some food
which he ravenously devoured as soon as il
was set before him, he drew near to the fire
and took his place at my elbow. In the same
spot, as soon as he had eaten, he stretched
himself out and fell into a childhke slumber
from which | must arouse him some hours
afterward to take his part as one of the
mourners at the double funeral 1t was the
same throughout; he seemed to have out
lived at once and vita the same effort his
grief for his master and his terror of myself
and Mountain.
One of the men left with me was skilled in
stone cutting; and before Sir William re-
turned to pick us up l had chiseled on a
bowlder this inscription with a copy of
which l may fifty bring my narrative to a
close:
j. D.,
HEIR TO A SCOTTISH TITLE
MASTER OF THE ARTS AND 4RAC4S