Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1892-08-18
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fore feet s0 that they can't even h0bbIa
out OF the drift. Keep them here Take
your lariat and hopple my horse, one Of
you. Throw him if need be. III watch
those beggars down stream. -Ah, /
thought ~, he muttered, they've
grabbed tile mules and are examining
the harness; that Will tell them easily
enough they were cut loose after break
ing the pole. Quick. men. throw snow
by the bushel all over Your horses. Roll
ii it yourselves Get all tile white Oh
you can; then run down TILE gully as
soon as you lave your horses hidden
and watch for my signal The moment
] say go, bend double aud scanper to
the ice yonder. then make for the bluffs.
III follow Instantly
Meekly the two troop horses. after
having been led to deeper point down
the conIee, bent their heads and sub
nitted to the lashing together of their
fore feet, but Brewster's Black Jack
was Of different mold. He would not
yield
Over with him. Morse. M time to
lose now. Lash him tight 0r he'll break
away called Brewster. And Door
Jacks piunging availed him nothing.
A moment more. with dismal groan he
was on his side IN the soft, cold bed. the
lariat was being lashed and kn0tted ID
that even furious struggles could not
free him. and then, 10 add t0 ihe indig-
nifty, his erstwhile friends and comrades
were heaping new insult and storm of
snow upon him. Jack couldn't under
stand it,
Ready, menl They're just peeping
over in the hollow now. Tle moment
they're fairly III 1t, give the word. Y
Twenty-thirty seconds Of breathless
silence Then quick gesture: a quick,
low toned, but imperative Cor
Go they did. skimIning over the pool
above The rapids. leaping tile narrow
chasm where tile black waters, dancing
and frothing, had defied the Ice king:
ducking under the opposite bank; car
bines III hand, revolvers at the hip, car
tridges cleaning in every belt. and after
them. leaping, yet bending low, went
Brewster. Another moment and they
reached the mouth of the rayine. burst
through the powdery drift, and then.
Brewster leading. eyes everywhere. al
most on all fours, they scurried along
half way mp the opposite slope, keeping
well under the crest and Just at the edre
Df tile deepdrifts to their right. Fifty
sixty yards they made their rapid way.
and then around little bend and among
great heaps and mounds Of glistening.
slimmering white there rose An odd
shaped heap, only trife higher than
its fellows. and from tile midst of III
there projected dingy, whity-brown
canvas, slanting to the north, and with
a cry of delight half stifed in his lips
Carroll Brewster leapcd into'the snow,
fl0undered to lii armpits ia the powderv
drift, and id moment more had forced
his way through the fragile white wall
before him, had seized the handle Of tae
door and Winifrcd Berrien, starting fsom
her mothers clasping arms, blinded for
an instant by the glare Of radiant sun
shine. barely able a. yet To rally from tha
stupor like slumber into which, che haa
fallen, heard her name calledk 10 the joy-
Gus tones size knew 50 well a&nd saw her
lover, stalwart, glowingH. rejoicing
young snow god, all sparkling Z with ~
white crystals. ali glistening III the glo
rinus beams. Eazing rtpon Mler wiIn
love light Ill his brave blue eyes tifnIN
brought instant glow to her own wai&
and pallid cheek And then, before she
could even speak. before her mother
could emerge from the enfolding robes.
a shout was heard, then The sudden ring
Df d rife shot, followed instantly by an
other. the spat as Of whiplash on the
canvas top. Something tore its way
through the roof and front with spiteful>
zip
Down, down upon The fioor. both Of
you, quick shouted Brewster, as Ia
slammed the door, and the next Instant
they heard the order III his ring
ing tones. half stifed in the snow.
Fire, men. Keep em off Fires
They heard the quick bang. bangl III
carbines close at hand. the prompt *
sponse 0f rifles distant a. were the iirst.
the whistle Of lead through the iey air.
the sh1ill yells Of battling Indians, the
furious gallopof bounding hoofs. Every
where to their front the rapid fire irl-
creased. More veIls.- partly of triumph
partly sulnmoniug additional warriors
to the spot. then the lnnHied Beat 0f
coming hoofs. and in the midst of itEuf-
Brewster's stern voice. calm and steady:
Aim well, men, but fire lively. Don't
let them again get % close as to have
shot at the wagon. Watch that above
all" Two-three minutes THE sound uf
battle ragged about them, increasing Tt the
front. s. soldier voice was heard TO say
"Theres more Of them coming, sir. You
can see them down there to the east.
And Mrs. Berriens heart grew ftint
with fear. Winifred had buried her
face upon her breast and closed her ems
to the horrid sounds. And then, all On
a sudden. the yells Of the charging In
dians seemed to grow fainter. then
sounds of dismav arose among them.
then the cries were drowned in fhe clat-
ter Of ironshod hOufs and THE chorus M
soldier cheers. Murphy and his little
squad came whirling up the bank. and
Mrs. Berrien's heart poured forth IN
praise and thanksgiving at the joyous
Milesian hail:
ITO hell wid 'em, feIlers. Sure All B
throUp's conin--not two miles behindt-
no BE CONTINUED.