Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1891-08-23


of legs, arm and body into tremendous
kick, and a simultaneous wild thrust upon
the leading-strap. My foot caught Shadow
glancingly on the chest and he went rolling
down the 30-foot embankment.
But he was upon his feet again in an
instant and sprang wolfshly toward me-
snatched at the heavy six-shooter, but it
had worked around to the middle of my
back. and was hampered by the heavy
pocketed, long duck coat. Before it was
even looSencd in its scabbard. the dog was
within SIX feet. l sprang to the edge of the
bank, and threw all my force into kick for
lie. II caught him squarely under the
chin, and rolled him again violently to the
bottom. Up and back he came, like the re-
bound of rubber ball, and Just as he was
within four feet l wrestled the colt loose
threw it down" with the swift instructive
aim Of long practice, and pulled the trigger
even as the muzzle fell
TWO SHOTS SETTLED IT.
The wild tongue of flame burnt his very
face, and he dropped. But in an instant he
was up again and fed shrieking across the
barren plain. The heavy ball had creased
his skull and buried itself in his flank 1
knew the horrors of a gun shot wound-my
poor chum should never go to die by inches
the hideouS death of the desert A great
wave Of love swept through me and drowned
my horror. l had tried TO kill him to save
myselt-now l must kill him to save him
from the most inconceivable of aConies
Ny trembling nerves froze TO STEEL must
not miss! would not! dropped on one
knee, caught his course, calculated his
speed, and the spiteful crack Of the six
shooter smOte again upon the torpid air.
1p TToS a NIL ar,lS A--,a l.
wind, when the merciful lead outstripped
and caught him and threw him in wild
somersault of his own momentum. He
never kicked or moved, but lay there in a
linn black tangle, motionless forever
W Weak and faint and heavy-hearted, dug
with my hunting knife a little grave be-
meath a tatrered Yucca and laid the poor
clay tenderly therein, and drew over it a
coverlet Of burning sand, and piled rough
lava fragments on it to cheat the prowling
coyote, and ''blazed" the tattered tree The
thirsty sand drank my tears; and choking
and with burning eyes left poor Shadow
10 his last long sleep, and went alone down
the bitter desert.
MOJAYE INDIANS OUT FISHING.
The country was fast turning more in
1initely deSolate. Wider and wider were
the reaches of molten sand whose alkaline
clouds swept in gusts up the valley, chok-
ing and singing throat and eyes and nos
triis. Then l came. down into the green
valley Of the Colorado, where were little
ponds and waving grasses and willow
thickets and little brush rancherias of The |
Moiave Indians. Swarthy women were |
washing at the little pools; and in larger |
pond, left by the river in high water several |
Noiave men were fishing in an odd fashion. |
Three of them had each huge osier basket |
canoe-shaped, 10 feet long and feet wide |
These they submerged in the water, while |
three other Indians splashed greatly with |
long poles. When the fishers lifted their |
basket nets each had lot of silvery, smelt- |
like fish; and these they tossed deftly into |
deep reels'slung to their backs.
They are a curious and physically admir-
able race, these Moiaves-tall and 1.-THE and