The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-11-06


is strayed, and thought that some OF you |
a-comin into the hangin might a-seen emf
a ballface an brindle; emigrant steers, |
purity poor steers, but all me an my folks
have got, and I've got to find 'em. Didn't
see 'em, nobody Two steers, two emil |
grant steers; ballface and q brindle."
No one spoke. The man whose teeth !
had been counting shut up shop for sec
ond, and | managed to get my eyes away
from him and off to the dusty old emigrant,
who was about backing down from the
scaffold to the ground Now the way that
he spoke told me that he was sort OF
preacher, or exhorUer at least whispered
this TO Hound.
al say, chip in here. All right, Shed,
eh?"
"All right. Tom; let 'em chip"
The lank man let his hat fall down by
the dog and his knees fell on the nat with
a thump. Then Hound wanted to kneel,
too, for he did not like his job, can tell
you that, but his right hand was holding
on to the gnarly and twisted moose, and ne
knew better than let go of it, So he looked
at Shed and he said:
"You don't mind, She'd"
81 don't mind, Tom"
And so he put the moose around the
mans neck and kindly looked and waited
q second to see if it was all right
"Hurt ye. Shed:"
"No, don't hurt; don't hurt now, Tom"
And then Tom went down on his knees,
and the boys bowed their heads and cried.
You could hear them cry. Why, the very
old dog seemed to feel the atmosphere OF
pity and the pathos of the scene.
But let us end this. The old emigraut
arose; his hat lay before him and Hound
stopped to pick it up.
"Give US that hat" said husky voice
below.
Hound handed down the hat.
'"Bout done, Tom" whispered Shed.
"Bout done, Shed, jist minute now"
answered Tom, as be raised up with the
hat, heavy from the collection. Shed saw
this and said;
tom"
"Well, Shed'"
"Iend me dollar till, till"-
"Why, Shed, here! I'll chip in for both.
see?"
THANK yer, Tom. An now, Toni"
"Well, Shed?"
"Ye'll see me put away, chi"
"Why, there, seer That's the grave all
ready, Shed"
"Thank yer, Tom, thank yer; an I'm all
ready"
Then such a crash and jerk The dog
sprang down to the ground and began to
howl, and the men fell back, fell back and
down, as if shot by grapeshot and canister.
Around and around swung the huge and
heaving body, and then it suddenly stopped;
stopped right still, and with the face lifted
| ~ a cir az
straight at Tom Hound and L; looked black
at as, you may say, but not unkindly, for
only two or three seconds, yet it seemed
| years, for no one had Thought OF the olack
cap.
Then suddenly it began to twist and
whirl and wind the other way, and we two
tumbled back and down to the ground as
best we could, for fear that we might faint.
| l left Hound to finish his work alone,
and set out on long, circuitous walk over
the hills to try and shake off the nightmare
of this miserable day on my way home.
sat down on bowlder for half an hour
above the town, and on rising up and look
! ing back. as one always will after day
like this, only then | saw the huge and
! shadowy old dog l went home hastily,
but more than once the old dog bumped
his huge, bowed head against my heels.
The next morning l found him lying
close by my door, and he put out his nose
little, licked his tongue out just the least
bit, as if be wanted to say that his brave
old heart was broken, but he didn't whine
at all.
OF course l couldn't stand the dog at all,
and so | went to Hound. After some NUT
tering and sullen protests against my re-
quests that he should take the dog to the
woman, he finally put tow string around
his huge neck and we together led him to
her cabin.
She came tearing out like wild beast
a kettle of hot water in one hand and q
knife in the other, and oaths enough in her
mouth to sink ship.
You've hung an innocent manp she
shrieked, as she hurled the boiling water
at Hound.
"Then who killed Berry," l shouted
back over my shoulder from safe dis
tance.
II killed him and I'll kill you, you
DEVIL" She was frenZied with rage, but
we were we'll out of her way
"Have to hang another one, Tom" sale
finally after we had walked to his butcher
shop in silence.
He tied the dog back by his bunk and
patted his bowed old head for long time
Then be came out and up to me and said
sharply, "Not much"
"Well, what will we do?"
"What will we do2 Keep our damr
mouths shut and do nothing. That's what
we'll do. Didn't you know afore that
Shed was a-dyin for her? Well, | did, ar
that's why l kinder took to Shed an trieo
to make his hangin easy like. He wal
willin to die for her, an he did die for her
an that settles it,"
Hound had thrown these words of from
him as from his shoulder with his bis
sledge hammer right hand, and simply
said, half to him and half to myself, as
went back to my cabin, in sort OF echo
"That settles it,"
And the next morning, before the breaf
of day, big woman on big bell mule
with a bunch of grass stuffed in the mules
bell, rode quietly out of camp on her wal
to The Dalles. The pack train stole quietly
On after, followed by tramp picked up tol
the occasion. And all so still.
Then Tom and | went TO the carpeDte
and had a pretty cross and headooar'
made for the new grave on the hlll, ane
Tom took the dog along TO see us put then
up.
What became OF the woman Well, now
I don't like to say anything hard OF AM
woman or record any wOman's decline o.
fall. But the last heard of her she wa
keeping boarding house for congressman
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