Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1892-06-11

/ she rounded the summit Of the long,
! heaving prairie swells in her mad
I fight a CLEAN Of hope hghtened her
/ almost despairing eyes An irregu-
/ lar line Of small trees appeared in the
1 distance. and she knew that they
marked the course OF the lOnged-iof
Z stream. Ifshe could reach them ahead
OF the conhagration she was saved
But old BucEskin's mighty and
I long continued efforts had almost ex-
hausted him. and the flames swept
along hot upon his track.
Emily estimated the distance in
either direction and the probable
duration OF her horses failing energies
and a single despairing groan escaped
her. Then she compressed her lips
and strOve TO encourage her painting
steed to yet greater speed.
Nearer and nearer drew the trees
with every instant but so did the
flames. The air became like fur
mace Great blackened cinders.
whirled aloft BY the wind began to
fall around her. and her skin dried
and cracked in the intense heat But
courage only i've miles more and the
terrible race is won
just as Emily felt that she was
saved that the heroic efforts Of old
Buckskin would yet bring her 70 the
life preserving stream ahead OF the
destroying element an unexpected
and awful calamity overlook her.
The old horse stumbled in the burroE
Of prairie dog and fell headlong.
throwing his little rider heavily TO the
ground.
She was on her feet in an instant
and Juggling with all her strength at
the bride but il was useless. The
poor brute had fallen heavily upon
his Outstretehed neck and its joints
we're shattered and dislOcated BY the
shock. Old Buckskin's gallops we're
over. He was stone dead.
Then. and no. till then did the in
domitable heart in Emily Arban's
puny little frame give way TO despair.
It seemed so hard. just at the mo-
ment OF her apparent salvation this
unexpected accident had doomed her
to an awful death. Only three miles
away tossed the waving branches of
perfect safety. But alas! half a mile
OF the other way the seething pillows
Of FIRE came rushing on with a roar Of
exultatiOn
with cry OF bitter agony she
threw herself PROSTATE on the fallen
form OF the dead horse and clasped
his huge neck in her poor puny arms
To be so near safety and then to die;
it was awful
Suddenly, as she embraced the gil
gantic form Of her dead playmate. a
thrill Of hope once more shot through
the child slight frame. and she sprang
to her feet. With hasty fingers she
snatched from her pocket the heavy
clasp-knife she always carried, and
opened its largest blade.
Forgive me. old Buckskin. s. she
cried with choking sob and with q
firm hand she plunged the keen steel
to its handle in the carcass of the dead
horse.
The sharp knife Kissed through the
warm flesh as Emily drew it along the
animals side. and with single. long
cut ripped him from hip to shoulder.
With frantic haste she tore out the
great mass of entrails and as she did
so the fire fiend came swoopiug down
upon her with deafening roar of tri-
umph.
There was no time for squeamish-
ness or delay. With feverish speed
Emily wrenched open the yawning cut.
and forced her slight figure into the
smoking. bleeding carcass of the dead
horse. She had scanty time to wedge
herself into her noisome shelter and
draw the edges of the cut together
again when the ayalance OH fire de-
scended and she knew no more. The
strain upon her nerves had been too
great, and Emily Arban tainted dead
away.
g. A few minutes later band of horse
men. headed by Edward Arban. came
squirting on in the track of the fire in
search Of the missing girl. and found
the scorched and blistered carcass OF
the gigantic Buckskin lying on the
black and smoking plain. A stirrup
OF peculiar shape lying beside it iden.
tilted it beyond all question. and the
disastrous end of the terrible race for
life was only too apparent
"Oh, my God. my poor little
Emilyr groaned the father with
CHASTITY face and drawn. quivering
lips. so young so innocent; and to
meet such horrible end! How can |
endure itr'
Even as he spoke the carcass OF the
dead horse was thrown open. and
from the cavity within crawled a little
pale. blood-stained being that every
soul in the party recognized in an in
slant in spite Of its soiled and draggled
appearance and the strange, noisome
shelter from which it came. Chicago
Sun.
Didn't Foot up Right.
Now. Mary hang out the clothes