Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1891-07-09

~ the pony 70 step oveE- and the NO
tian shows- doWn thousands of TIE
fr44-anr aorets upou the equestri-
eure. The river road Is reached the
urukea and ersvaszs1 levees boxing
rrorp IKE hfIloeked graves than
brza.-uor< aazirst the turbid Eaters
of that s,=fft fowfnz Atetafalayai al
be7s they IookeI fnnoeent enough n
Tane withla thes- eavslike red and
hfre eIaY banks. and broad white
sarfa,5 bars strstctfnz almost across 20
the farther shore. willow frinred and
se-rf1eIe5 with a thick mushroom
rrourh q cottonwood trees that. IKE
Tannhzn=er's ssaf brsuebed and
beavad and lowered a three nights
growth ruys1iealiy.
Ta calmly sieepinz waters what have
" grruuzf1t. what evil yet win ye do in
the eoufnz yearsf willow fringsd-
EsntIe hspping waters sleep sWeetly be
uea-1 the twfliZ1red heavens. with the
eou-oIatory thought that ye have
urourlt an evil WORK that good may
eorne- Have ye not deposited a rieh
a8u7fua urOn this already fertile Iaudf
True. the pIoEshars il rusty. and the
gear eaten By rats and the wagons
fzIeu fn1O -'fnnocuous desuetude, and
the voice q the Laborer no longer heard
r. rhe plantation melody. bat is being
Efted IL the rousing chorus Of John
BrUEn's soul goes marching on, In the
eo1querng Federal camps.
TIE Yellow Bayou woods. skirted By
an Old clearing Of rOtting trees, and
pf5ted By ereTasss holes. impel the girl
10 have her wits about her and shake
Of the dismal memories Of the tragic
hau--ed house. the universal desOIation
of her surroundings and her present $50
lar n SiouId something happen,
vi. then5 She was far from human
aid no ear % hear her cry; no hand to
z.ret Almost her lot would form a
parallel To the previous plight Of the
abandoned pony left Ike a stick in the
mud By his disgusted master.
Hello, here I 20. sure enOughf7
The unsh0d hOOfs had stumbled
The pony fell 10 the ground, the girl
gong over his head-and then-still-
ness
There Stood a wretched. gloomy, sad,
eoIored LITTLE ..beastie,~ looking more
Ike a donkey than a horse. the saddle
awry on his thin back the rope bride
dangling disconsoIately in front of his
nose
Hello what's thisl A mustang
saddled in the wood Somebody must
Be around besides ourselves. Strange
that he did not take up the 'yawhoop.'
or Join in our tune.
4 party Of six mounted rebels we're
riding along the unfrequented river
road. singing The Yellow Rose Of
Texas. " The Girl | Left Behind Ne,
with an occasional rebel yell to enliven
the refrain
That animal, or animuIe, has some
very fine points about him, boys"
Fine points indeed Look at his
shoulders; his ribs can be counted. and
he rnay be one great Interrogation
point to US; he tells US nothing. how
ever
Then he peers among the fallen logs
and around the deadened tree trunks
hummir.g. 'Oh. the sweetest girl that
ever did zee is the girl left behind
me Why. boys-look herel The
sweetest girl that ever did see is here
before me, dead-or tainted dead
awayir
The six soldiers clustered around.
BUSTED about and held canteen water
to tie closed lips, and sprinkled the
pallid young face. One picked up the
hat. and another essayed to arrange the
disheveled copper skirtin to more seem
Iy folds; all the time the sad eyed dun
pony standing stock stiIl waiting for the
issue.
Soon the girl stirred, and opened
wondering gray-blue eyes upon her
numerous attendants. Where was she
And goodness sakes aliyel what were
all these soldiers doing1 They seemed
the whole Of Walkers brigade TO her.
crouch;ng around her there, and her
head down among the logs and bad
smelling weeds She said she had been
thrown the moment before, as she has
tened TO scramble up. wondering if her
skirts were at all decorous, and if there
might not be earwigs crawling over her.
Twelve hands assisted her from her
recunbent posture aud placed her on
the meek pony; twelve eyes looked so
licitude and tender sympathy, and six
men wanted to lead that dangerous and |
excited beast from amid the pitfalls Of
this howling wildernessl The girl did /
not ike 50 much attention, and did not /
want 20 be ptied by them and laughed /
AT by the home folks Her pony was
as safe as a sheep This was no wilder
ness--only the Yellow Bayou clearing.
and the crevasse holes were not so very
deep
So, with her escort she was soon
home again 30 explain her disap
pointed search 70 the anxiously alarmed 4
mother, and to siur over her accident
as nothing at all II was up in a min
ute, but for an instant l must have
swooned everything became black
and still-then the soldiers saw me.
But the mother knew her head
strong, willfui daughter had lain among
the logs and weeds and decayed stulnps
Tor longer than she realized, since she
did not hear the familiar airs sung by
the slowly riding soldiers. nor had She