Crawford avalanche. (Grayling, Mich.) 1879-19??, 1892-03-31
A NIGHT RIDE.

over in Their Big Coolies, an ne posted
me"
.How many are thar of 'cm, Jack?"
oval, as near as he could tell, thar
was somewhars crbout thirty or thirty
FIVE"
"How are they off fer shooting irons?
or didn't yer find out?"
81 should say they was oil hocled fer
keeps The scout told mo that they oil
had Winchesters, an hull lot of 'em
had six-shooters as we'll. And now, boys,
we've got ter ride like sin ter-morrow,
an gether in oil the critters, an push EN-
over into the Deep Greek country fer
safety. / hardly think the rods will
navigate tibet way. So here's fer q
smoke, and then bed"
The speaker. big Jack Burns, foreman
of the /. G. Horse Outfit, leisurely pro-
duced pipe and tobacco as coolly as If
the murderous Apaches we're a thousand
miles away instead of thirty.
We were only seven men. @ uniting the
Mexican cook, in the dug-out attached to
the corral, and were employees of the big
/. @. Company; and we'll we knew what
an Apache outbreak meant, for we oil
had suffered moro or less from their cruel
raids. But we had been intrusied with
the horses, and we intended, ii possible
for human power to keep them out of
the clutches of tho redskins, TO do so;
for we had all received many little kind
nesses from the company, and from the
highest to tho lowest there was mutual
goodwill and friendly feeling,
different from some outfits, who treat
their vaqueros with far less consideration
than they do their horses or cattle.
Jimmie did yer go down to the Cactus
Ranch fer the six-shoo:er cartridges?"
"Yes. bet / did, an got purity close
ter thousand rounds"
"Thet's kind CT comforting. Did yer
hero tell of any news down thar"
Nothing perticer. They was a-talk-
In erbout tibet thar settler, over on Ante
lope Flat; they allowed tibet if trouble
come with the reds, he would be in n
purity tough place, specially us he are a
tenderfoot. I'd hato ter see anything
happen ter 'em. passed thar the other
day, and his loetlo gal come out. and
says, sorter anxious like:
Mister, hev you got leetle gal:
$50 says, No, little sissy, hain't.'
"'Nor no eetlc boys? says she.
",Nary one says /, and l told her
tibet she war the fust leetlc un I'd seen
fer many a day, an wo he'd quite q leetle
confab. an then her mother como out,
an she war very pleasant lady, she
war, an shc said she allowed tibet the
leetle un war lonesome for other leetle
uns ter play with. They've got right
young baby thar, too, but the leetle gal
says that baby can't do nothing but
sleep, an laugh, an
"Hark! listen, men, listen! and in
second big Jack had pushed open the
door, and was looking intently out over
the moonlit prairie.
"What is it, Jack?" asked the boys. as
they gathered outside.
ibid yer hear shooting?'
"No, but thar n shod boss a-coming
like blazes."
Yes, the thud, thud, thud, of ironshod
hoofs were now plainly heard, and away
out a faint glimmer of dust could be
discerned.
Boys, I'm afeared tibet thar's tr 'uble
somewhars" continued Jack.
oval, jedging from the way tibet boss
is a-hitting the trail. we can mighty
soon tell now" said Hank Shower
And soon the sight that greeted our
eyes showed us that there was trouble
somewhere, out of tho dust and
glimmer sprang q powerful white mare,
whilc on her back, securely tied to the
heavy frontier saddle, was the new set.
tiers ''leetlo gal"
With astonished and anxious faces, we
sprang to the mares side, and lifted the
little maid out of the saddle; and big
Jack carried her tenderly into the dug.
out, while with wondering faces the rest
of us quietly followed.
please, Mr.. Big Jack. I've brought
letter from pap"
IA letter, child. You've brought q
letter twenty miles fer me. What in tn,
name O. tire Great Medicine war yer DAD
thinkin' erbout ter send baby like
you with it?"
II don't know, please, Mr.. Big Jack
perhaps he's hurt, cause his eyes wer,
wet and mamma was crying. TheI
papa wrote letter and put me on oil,
Nan and told me to keep on the wager
trail till got to the lone tree, and thel
head for the Black Canon, and he CAV
me a switch to beat old Nan. cause h
said if Nan didn't run good, baby Franz
would never laugh any more,-and tina
would be awful. so / beat her all tn
way, and camo dreffEl quick, '-an
Judging from the mares heaving sides
the little one had ridden her for oil sh
was worth.
oval, give me Their letter, leetle un
an we'll mighty soon see what's wanted.
The letter had been securely fastene
to the little oncs dress, but it was 500
In Jacks hands.
SISSY, don't yer feel like eatin' bit
of grub, and drinkin a cup of coffee?'
"No, thank you, sir, but l am sleepy
and very tired, and"
Juan, keep the child sort of amuse
fer mint, an boys come; and hi
Jack led the way to the far end of th
room.
"Boys, here's the deuce ter pay.
In low voice, he read the letter:
To the Boys ut the Stone corral
was out ON the ridge at the hack Of n
& ahanty, and not over twenty miles AWAY
{ saw big band of Apaches coming. The
will be here inside OF three hours. My lit
girl Is n good rider. and the mare is sur
footed and last, 80 send this by her, askiI
you for aid. Nav God guide her To you.
II YOU Mnnot help us. our doom is srale
NY relatives live in L., Michigan; write
them in regard to my little daughter.
Hoping and praying You nre in suffice
force 70 aid us. FRANK STANTON.
God knows would not want help for m
self, but think Of my wife and baby.
Tears were in our eyes, as Jat
fn,shad tbe short and rather incohere