Telegram-herald., 1891-11-30

NJ vsy sp w.s uasd wikh easts>
ssruha vAass spinss pissssd his hsnds
like Psdrho< nse1lss When hs graaosd
q samsthing ~ vAisA - hani himself
un Ths httls hzards tAss dArtsd ints
the patches of shade seemed 70 uosk
him and his wtstfal ga.s essh -
torn from sAs esassea sely when h
w~s assoluasly sssssssxy fx him -
sse his wsy eleAs
what u his thirst - uinsr -
0sanea. - Tor . fourth time hs IN
sorksd the cantesa He b lying IN
- shade. anA bic brow 10 fAnnsd By
kindly hsndA While ~ am burning. :
Than the swollen. purple fses Of
Duastsr rose up before him. and be
shovsd the eosk into the mouth Of the
eantaen with . spAsmodie effort thss
sseas1 almost sapeshnmAa Again hs
tsiteA oo-saewiy now. fer his strength
sssosd alnsse speat
u was drssfy waiting mp st the camp
lcr - sotagn of the wsterbearer.
Yess g1asd tos hours over the white
ground In tke direction OF the canyon.
and 81 last hs gEimly gave up Zach
Rswlins - iost man, though he dad
not ssS 90 - his Lees experienced
friends Of the camp
mo chance fur 'em when THAR feet
dip on the rocks over them cir eliza o.
when Q rsttlesnAie nips 'em 'bovc tho
boot-top He's gono fur sartin'." NUT
tered the guide. We'll have to bury
the big 'un sfore nightfAll-fur he's
most gone-sn' then put back fur the
stage-sration sfore We al drop It's
just hell-this desert life. an I've bout
got my fill On IL"
Then the ghost Of . man. with tatters
Of clothing hanging from his form.
dnrted into view around the rockA
Yost cursed tho on-comer for fool for
running so hard under the burning sun.
His legs seemed very unsteady. for he
reeled ns he ran IL was fully . min
ute before the guide or any Of them
could realize that tho advancing form
was that Of Rawlins, and in that min
ute the scsrc-crow figure had reached
the couch where Big Bunster lay. and.
uncorking tho canteen. had showed the
neck Of Y into the nea:ly unconscious
mans mouth.
"Drink, old mani It's water-good.
pure watcri Drink hearty, and God
bless .youi'' came In thin. sepulchral
tones from between the blackened N7a
of the ghostly one. Drink. drinkr'
A-N xH~ -.x>~h>>~>~ H~n, has;<3~ Nls
'eomrade. Great throbs shook his
frame His breath failed His eyes
became glazed and his dubt-covcred
head, which had hours ego lost It's GOV.
ering, sank down upon the sand. But
in the rigid clasp Of death his hand held
tho canteen to his comrades lpA
Knocked ont by tho sun, was Yost's
comment; "but he brought back full
canteen- WAL I've seed lots ON 'em,
but never seed ono with his griti''
They buried hipa by the rocks and
wrote his name on . stake. thrust into
tho sand st his head And Bunster.
who was coming out Of deaths shadow,
looked on and mourned.
That very evening came jingling
along the TRAN train Of burros. led BY
o thick-set Mexican There was plenty
of good water in his casks and plenty
Of good food in his packs. and the trsv-
elers ate and drank and went their
way toward Flagstaff In the Mexican's
company. And the sound o: the tink-
ling bells ON the burros' necks echoed
from the rock under which Zach Raw
Inns lay and mocksd his dull, cold ear.
Two seed lots on 'em." repeated
Yost. - he told the tale 70 tho Nexi-
can-"I've seed lots on 'em, but never
seed one with his gritr'-Frank b Mil
lard, in ean Francisco Argonaut