The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1892-07-21


Of indignation: "What 70 do you uns
ell come down heah to fight we uns alls
We uns don't want to fight you uns IL
you uns let we uns alone"
had become very familiar with this
presentation Of the southern case, but !
never before heard 1t put with such COM
pact and delightful quaintness, and
would have shouted with laughter but
for fear Of hurting my lady's feelings.
Then you are q rebelT' said
"No; amt nawthin Of the kind" she
retorted, with spirit. I'm TO the south,
am; and do you uns know whyT'
mo, but ] should like to learn" re-
Piled.
I'm TO the south. am, kaze Mart
Hall he's TO the south"
"And who is Mart Hall, my LADY,"
"Mart Halls my sweetheart; and he's
In q critter comply long with Mistah
Wheeler fightin you uns; and I'd VIE
you uns to keep out Of his way, ef so be
yeh amt fairly achin to git hurt" she
said.
There was no good reason why on the
instant | should conceive q violent dis.
like for Mart Hall any more than any
other trooper along with "Mistah"
Wheeler, yet must confess l did.
Sister, what is your uameT' asked.
Saddle Ferguson" was the response.
"Where do you liver
"Back thar whar the smokes risin."
and she turned with inimitable grace
and pointed to q valley at her back.
Isprang up to her side and following
the direction Of her still extended hand
saw Q clearing to the north and o log
cabin at the edge near the foot Of high
hill.
Father live thereY' asked.
She compressed her lips, nodded the
pretty head till the crimson chaplet
threatened to tumble of, then bringing
her lips SO close to my ear that her hot
breath on my cheek thrilled me, she
whispered:
dad. he's TO- the Yanks and the
Union. He's back kaze o rheumatic,
but Jake and 81, them uns Is my broth
ers, is gone of with Mr.. Spencers fust
Alabama critter comp'ny q dghtin TO
you uns."
"Ah, then yours Is divided house."
said, with q sigh Of relief.
"You uns ken jest bet that we uns is
id bad bruk up" she said, ali uncon.
Scious Of the unfeminine force Of her
language.
As it was growing dark. bought the
beechnuts for "a dollah in greenbacks
or five in gray" and in order to get back
the more valuable pail she accompanied
me TO the camp. have heard Of acts
Of discourtesy on the part Of our men,
principally from the other side. but
must confess that never saw one. My
men could not wholly conceal the ad.
miratiOn that showed itself in tleiT
bronZed faces when this mountain
beauty appeared in their midst; but lie.
yond calamity raising their hats when
ever they caught Saddle Ferguson's eye,
they tried, like good boys, to seem In.
different to her presence.
After this transaction was completed
the girl did not seem In hurry to leave.
She begged some tobacco for her father
and mother, or rather she offered to
buy it and got it for nothing. Then she
came to me again, and i felt hattered
by her disposition to talk. "HU longs
you uns a-gwine TO to stay har7 Whar's
you uns gwine whin you uns light QUIT
Watts you uns heah for These and
scores Of questions of the same kind Miss
Saddle ratified of with all the artlessness
Of curious child. And when at length
she left, 1t seemed as II darkness at once
settled over the camp.
The beechnuts were not the least part
Of our supper that evening. About an
hour after dark and when our horses
had grazed bare the margin of the
stream for three hundred yards below
the camp. we saddled up and pushed
into the hills for about mile, so as to
throw the enemy of the scent if their
scouts had been watching US.
As this second place was as near to
the Ferguson cabin as was the camp
where Saddle visited us, | decided to
take one Of the men and pay the father
0 visit. II he were q Union man, rea-
soned that he might be Of service. As
we neared the cabin the yellow ours,
never absent from such places, an
nounced our approach. Then the door
was thrown open, and framed in it we
could see the gaunt form Of a man lean
ing with both hands on a long stick.
We were yet fifty yards away, when the
man In the door called out:
"Hullo, thar Who's thaty'
"FriendsT' replied.
Moth or southY'
"Neitheri"
"H-li don't you uns heI"
"rm not lyingl we're for the UnionF'
"Oh, wal, that's bout the samGs
MOTH" said the old man in the door,
with more confidence in his voice.
On entering the cabin ! was disap-
pointed at finding Saddle absent, though
lam very sure she had nothing to do
with my coming. The old man had
been tall, rawboned and powerful in his
time, and might have been still but for
the rheumatism. HIS wife, short,
dark eyed woman, was not inclined to
be gracious, but sat in a corner by the
FIRE smoking and not deigning to make Q
comment. The old man explained the
reason for this sullenness after we were
seated on the rude bench by saying:
Nance" Che pointed his long stick at
the woman) land me don't gee bout the
wah. I'm sot squah TO the Union and
her and Saddles hi bent TO the south.
We uns hez two sons of in Mistah Spen-
GERS critter company fght'n TO the gov
ment, but mos Of the young men here
Always Is in TO the 'Federacy."
pikavflla tha countv aaat Of RlQdaoa
county, appeared to be Sam Ferguson's