The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1892-03-19
C0Y0TE-7HAT- BITES.

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0rcriaai Monthly
Not every Apache can got his fiji OF
blood before sun up and his fill of
mescal before noon. Yot Coyote-That-
Bites had managed to achieve both
these delightful ends, and OF all the
happy savGges on tho Colorado desert
he was the most rlotously, tumultuous-
" happy. With what keen delight he
had drawn his sharp blade across the
Threats OF Joso Sanchez and his wife,
utter ho had stolen into their wagon in
the gray dawn, and what thrills OF 10y
shot through his breast when he
silenced the yella Of their two little
children with the butt end of their
fathers own rife. And then, when no
had taken what gold was in the Next
cans bag, what mcscal was in his demi-
John, and had strapped Joso's rather
loose-lltting cartridge-belt about his
sun.brown belly, with what fierce pleas
uro he stole away from the scene OF his
bloody work, and with tho MeXican's
rifle on his shoulder wandered iar down
the dry.arroyo, slipping from tho demi.
John the Supplying juice OF the agave
from time TO time until no felt that he
was growing drowsy. E
Then he had dragged his uncertain
way along until he had como to tho
railroad track. IIc stared stupidity at
tho bright steel rails and looked up ut
the humming wires in ar awcd sort OF
way. Ho would like to lie there behind
the rocks, no thought. until some one
should como along tho track, and then
try q shot at him with his newly ac-
quired weapon. The demijohn was
growing light and tho rifle was growing
heavy. We'll, it was getting toward
noon and rather warm, even for
IN Apache, and he would lie down in
the shade OF the rocks over there and
rest.
The humming of the wires is sooth.
ing sound, and no sooner had his head
touched tho earth than sleep took a
mighty hold upon him and wiped out
his realizing sense OF JOY. as sleep has d
way Of doing with everybody that has
anything to be joyful Tor. And SO he
lay, with the rifle by his side, and his
unspcakably hideous face turned up to.
ward the blue that arched the desert
1t was quiet there and restful-no
sound save the music OF tho wires. Stay,
there were other sounds; but they came
some time after Coyote-That- Bites had
thrown himself upon the sand and gone
of to the land oi Nod. They came
family at first, and mingled with the
murmurings OF the wires. Surely they
were the voices OF children.
Had the red beast been awake he
might have imagined that they were
the haunting voices OF tho wee Mexi.
can children whose blood he had
so ruthlossly shed that morning, but
he heard them not. They were
very far IRON being ghostly voices any
way-those tones that now piped forth
SO merrily as Dubs and Gay trudsed
down the line. They were walking to
the scoopout along the road bed-not
on the track, for that was forbidden.
There wero other things that we're
forbidden, too, and one OF these was
straying so far away from tho station,
but Dubs was taking good care OF his
three-year-old sister, and in the pride
OF his six full years he was equal to the
care of half dozen such as Gay.
To give Dubs all due credit, he did
not know he was Il half a mile from
home, and he really was going to turn
back pretty soon. But the children
had found more interesting and beauti-
full things to claim their attention.
First there had been chase after q
young owl that could not fly, and that
made its way along in the most hap
hazard manner imaginable. Then a
horned toad had been captured, and
Dubs had dragged tho disguised prison.
or along by string until he had tired
OF the sport and let him goagain. Then,
always keeping close to the railroad,
they had entered 4 great field OF cacti,
where Dubs had tried very hard to pick
''toonies" without getting the insidious,
needlelike spines in his fingers. He
was fairly successful, but he would not
lot tho fruit Of the cactus 20 into his
sisters chubby hands until it had been
stripped OF its dangers by, his ready
jackknife.
"'F only had sum matches to build a
fire wiv," sighed ,Dubs, "Pd burn oil
yeso prickles JUS like ye Injuns does"
"Oo!" came suddenly from under
Gays sunbonnet. "Wot's dat?"
"W'y, its Jug" and Dubs, left the
"toonies" and started toward the pile
OF rocks where lay the Coyotes demi.
john, and where also lay tho Coyote
himself.
Tho two trudged up the little slope,
and Dubs grasped the handle OF the
+ dcmij john, only. to lot it drop again and
spring back. quickly with Gay in his
arms, for he had caught sight OF tho
Coyote, and he was smittcn with Q sud.
den desire to 60 home.
But he saw the Indian did not move,
and so he suddenly became worry brave.
Flo was certainly sound asleep and no
more to DO feared than papa when he
lay on the lounge in his midday re.
pose. Then, too, Dubs was quite sure
no was "worky Injun," like the va.
quis, who shoveled and picked on the
railroad, and SO his mind became
wholly at ease.
Tho Coyotes cartridge bolt, which
had been SO loosely strapped, had
fallen of and lay by his side. Thore
were a hundred very interesting bits of
brass sticking in it, and the children
soon had these scattered all about in
the sand by the snoring Coyote. In the
scramble for her share. of the innocent
toys, Gay lot one OF them drop on the
Coyotes leg. Perhaps the mescal'a in
iuenco WAS OF tho wane, for big
brown knee was thrust quickly up from