The Press., 1892-10-13

ing on with the last train, the one nov in view, and steering for Fort Bridger.
 As we stood watching, the lengthep' ing file of white hooded wagons crept slowly into sight. They came forward diagonally to our line of view, travelling apart at regular intervals, like the ves- sells of a well ordered convoy. Now the whole fleet dipped into long hollow, and presently the leader rose slowly up over the ridge and then slid over the slope, like sail winging down the broad back of a surge So they made their way along over the rolling sweep of the distance. :.
 ''This is Sizzum's last train; if the women here are no more fascinating than their shabby sisters of it's forerun- ners, we shall carry our hearts safe home."
 Larrap and Murker here joined us, and, overhearing the last remarks, be- gan to speak in a very disgusting tone of the women we had seen i'll previous trains.
 'I don't wish to hcar that kind of stuff" said Brent. turning sternly upon Larrap.
 ''It's free country, and I shall say what I blame please" the fellow said, with grin.
 '"Then say it by yourself and away from me-"
 "You're blame squimmidge," said Lar rap, and added a beastly remark.
 Brent caught him by the collar and gave him shake.
 Murker put his hand to a pistol and looked Murder, if dared!'
 "None of that" said I, stepping before him.
 Jake Chamberlain, seeing the quar. rel, came running up. "Now, Brother Brent" said Jake, ''no shindics in thi> here Garden of Paradise. If the gent has made a remark what teches you far and squar."
 Brent gave the greasy man fling.
 He went down. Then he got up, with 8 trace of Bridger's claim on his red shirt.
 "Yer needn't be so blame harsh with a feller," said he. "I didn't mean no ofense."
 Every well. Learn to talk like a man and not like brute" said Brent. The two men walked off together with black looks.
 "You look disappointed, Chamberlain, '' said l. "Did you expect battle?"
 'There's no fight in them fellers." said Jake; "but eff they can serve you a mean trick they'll do it; and they're ambushin now to look in the dixonary and see what 1t is. You'd better keep the lariatS of that black and that gray tied round your legs tonight, and every good horse thief night while they're along. They may be jolly dogs and let their chances slide at cards, but my notion is they're layin low for bigger hauls."
 "Good advice, Jake; and so we will"
 By this time the head wagons of Eide Sizzum's train had crept down upon the level near us. For the length of long mile behind, the serpentine line held it. way. On the yellow rim of the world, with softened outlines against the hazy horizon, the rear wagons were still climbing up into view The caravan lay like slowly writhing hydra over the land. Along its snaky bends. where dragon wings should be, were herds of cattle, plodding beside rhe trailing footed" teams, and little companies of saints lounging leisurely toward theil evenings goal, their unbuilt hostelry ol the plain.
 Presently the hydra became two headed monster. The foremost wagon bent to the right, the second led off to the left. Each successor, as it came to the point of divergence, filed to the right or left alternately. The split creature expanded itself. The two wings moved on over broad grassy level north of the fort, describing Ill regular curve great ellipse, third of mile long, half a. much across.
 1 On either flank the march WAS timed