Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1893-06-24

settle with the t'other fur having
took the liberty Of riding onto my
back, but sir. he was dead already.
Thar he lay. Hat on his face, with nay
old ak driv in under his shoulder
blade plumb out Of sight! And thar,
| leaning agin the fence and looking
like she were pretty near scared 70
death herself, we're my old woman,
her that you see sitting admitting
over yonder right now.
''fou see she seen that had more
! business on hands than / could right
| ~ handle alone, and she Jest gethered
my Ak from the wood pile. and driY
I that teller seeh an oyerhanded lick
that ! don't reckon he ever knowed
what hurt him!
''Well thar we was, with two dead
| hushwhackers on hands, no neighbors
that we dared trust in them ticklish
times 70 call in TO help as. and worst
! Of all the old woman had heerd one
/ Of them fellers tellin the fother one
J to hang on fur the other boys would
be along directly. and so she Jest
wouldn't hear 10 nothing but what
must take my gun and q blanket and
camp ont In the woods where the
numbering scamps couldn't find me.
] told her I'D better git them dead
iellers onten sight first, but she
lowed il were the live ones she were
afraid Of, and not the dead ones. and
just fairly bundled me of spite Of ali
! could say or do.
That was pretty sl1eery place to
put q woman into by herself. stranger
jest study about il bit. She
lsn0wed that II them dead rascals
PARTNERS came along andifound them
lying thar they'd burn the house and
everything into IL. IL they didn't kill
her into the bargain. for them bush
whacking fellers murdered many a
woman, and child. TOO. jest out Of
pure deyiliFy. enduring Of them days
Then il were pitch dark, and She
daresn't light the lamp for fear she
might bring down the very gang she
were afeared % to the house. don't
reckin that the gyrls nowadays would
be as plucky rs my old woman we're;
seems like that the women who have
/ growed up sence the war thinks heap
more Of new dresses aud store fixings
than they did IN the old days.
''IlOwsomever, that old woman
didn't faint, or run away, or cry, but
instid she went and got a pick and
shovel. and dug big hole down in
tho orchard, and then she took them
dead rebels by the heels and drug
! them by main strength down thar aud
covered them up, and there their
bones Is uBiel this day. Then she
took aud liked up the road best she
could, So no blood sign shouldn't
show. and then sci IN her chair right
Id this room an night long, a-.isten-
ing and expecting the bGshwhackers
every minute.
Pretty soon after sun-up shore
enough they come. about twenty 81
'en, and az rough a lot % hellions
as ever were seen. too; Bill Davis
gang they called themselves. and
many Bn honest mans blood was on
their hands, first and last, ] can tell
you
They questioned mighty close
about their Two men who they he'd
sent oui ahead fur some reason. az
though why they wasn't armed
couldn't never diskiver. But the old
woman didn't let on "a know nothing
about them, and as for me, why she
lowed that BY this | were IN Spring.
field. along % being took prisoner by
the Union soldiers. But Davis
knowed better nor that. for somebody
had done told him tibet l were plumb
set for the Union. FIRST and last, and
so he told his men that old woman
were lying. and that ! were a repler
Union shrieker and they was at lib
erty to help themselves TO anything
in the house they wanted
You better believe they was quick
70 get TO work after that, ard hunted
ont every bureau drawer and chist az
clothes there were in the house.
while the old woman set thar in her
chair and sassed them fur everything
she could lay her tongue to. intel one
Of EN- took shovel full OF Goals ont
Of the fire and turned down the
feather-bed and throwed them Goals
into the straw tick beneath, II
bazed up in second, but my old
woman just iiz and gethered up that
bed tick blankets. quilts, and alt, and
throwed them into the yard. where
they burned up
That seemed TO make the bush.
whacker captain ashamed OF hisself,
fur he called his men off. and swore
no woman who were that plucby
should hev her house burned down
BY him or his gang. So they got onto
their horses and lit out. and here
stands the old house Ill yitl And me
and my old woman don't ask nothing
better than 10 live out the balance Of
our time here on the old farm.
stranger, she don't look like the
hero women you read about in the
novel books, but | pintedly believe
that fur the raal ginuine article my
old woman comes as nigh being
heroine as most you hear tell on, -