The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-05-12

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and his voice sank to a whisper as he
added: AFTER seeing the spear wound
in the sheep | looked about me pretty
sharp you may be sure. but saw moth
ing till l was clear of the timber, then
sighted one of the blacks wriggling
through.the grass like snake Iwould
have fired at him but l saw another,
then another. and l thought it best to
return and warn Jem. They did not
guess that | had seen them or l would
have had a spear through my back. AS
it is | expect they will attack us to-
night
Scarcely were the words out of his
mouth when spear whizzed through
the open doorway and quivered in the
wooden slabs behind. Had my two
companions been as inexperienced as
was all would now have been confusion
and dismay, but both the master and
Long Peter were old colonists, and had
had more than one brush with the ma
tives. They were both as cool as pos
ible.
"Bar the door, Jem," said the shep-
herd, land hand me the powder flask
and bullets. Here, Bouncer, keep to
heel, good dog"
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than had ever known before, handed
the powder flask to my fellow servant,
at the same time telling him that had
! forgotten all about the bullets, and that
only half dozen remained on hand.
He just gave me one glance, partly in
dignation, partly pity. Then we are
all up tree he said. However, let
us do our best; two bullets to each of
us, Jen, and we'll stand by each other"
The good old fellowl l saw by his
face that he felt for me in the agony of
remorse I was enduring, and did not
mean to make it worse for me by his re-
proaches. Yet Long Peter had a wife
at home among the heather mountains,
and a daughter, curl of whose golden
hair had often seen in his pocketbook.
| All, Long Peter could not afford to die
yeti
Meanwhile Mr.. Ashby was coolly re-
connoitering through the loopholes; he
had let down the window, and was pre-
pairing for action as calmly as the shep-
herd. We had handed him his two bull
let's, but he pushed them back; he had
| few of his own. Take them, take them"
he whispered; ''you will need them all"
And truly we did. By this time the
moon had risen, its light gradually
growing on the landscape till we could
see the outlines of the trees, and could
see the long grass waving white in the
| ghostly shadows, but all was silent
nothing but the hoarse cry of some night
bird broke on the stiffness around Oh,
how long was it to last, this dreadful
silence and inaction? For myself must
confess that every pulse in my body was
beating like a sledge hammer, every
nerve quivering till could scrrcely hold
my rife. But the master and Peter.
they knelt as quietly as though no dan
| ger was to be apprehended, their barrels
pointed through the loopholes, while
they closely watched for any movement
| outside.
| But there was none. The sheep were
camping quietly round the hurdles, the
night wind swept with a mournful
sound through the dark trees, causing
the spectral tracery of the branches to
dance in the moonlight on the grass.
but that was all. Still the terrible 81
lence. But suddenly there was change,
three or four of the sheep rose, looked
all round, stamped with their feet and
huddled close together. Something had
alarmed them, some sight or sound as
yet unrevealed to our blunter faculties.
Bouncer rose to his feet, too, whining
uneasily.
Down, dog, down." whispered Peter.
breaking the silence for the first time,
and the docile animal once more sank to
the ground.
The next moment loud report rang
out into thousand echoes Peter had
fred the first shot, a shrill death scream
following it, while we could dimly see
the dark figure Of a man who leaped
from his ambush and fell like a clod to
the ground
"Now, MASTER" cried Long Peter,
while rapidly reloading his gun, fire
away, but aim to the right, sir, aim to
the right. l can see the cursed creatures
gathering there in numbers
Mr.. Ashby obeyed the directions given
him by his servant, for in truth Long
Peter had fuller view than any of us
of what was going on outside.
"There, you are all righti' he added
exultantly, as both Mr.. Ashbys gun and
mine were fired at the same moment
"You have each fixed your man, and the
others are drawing off for little. But
mark my words, sir" he added, Though
they are mortally afraid of our guns,
they'll find out soon enough that our
ammunition is running short, then they
will fire the hut and we are done for
Sir, mean to get Bouncer to help u.s.
"The dog?" asked Mr.. Ashby, inquir-
ingly. Il don't understand. What can
he do? They will certainly kill him if
you let him outr'
$50 they will, if they can catch him."
replied the shepherd composedly; ''but
we must take our chance of that, sir
If you will write line to the Head Sta
ton, telling them what a fix we are in,
reckon that my dog will carry the let
ter there in less time than a thorough-