The Lebanon express. (Lebanon, Linn County, Or.) 1887-1898, 1893-11-17


"One day not longer arter this some
galoot brnng word thet TIL 'Paches was
out thou muzzles. an was chawin ey'ry-
thin in sight-an, moreovermore, comm
our way, an not fur of, nuther. Nope,
we didn't wait none. Men an the ole
man jes' TUX all tn dust in tn box, hid
all til stock we could, nailed up th'
shop-'twas stone-an lit out fer Hen.
dershott's t tell them. Thar Skerrett
leaves me, him havin th' fastest little
mustang in the kentry, an goes on t
tell folks, e2 many ez he kin,
"Wa-al Hendershott's folks was
ready, real sudden, only Old 81. he
wouldn't go, Sez hei i haint goin one
foot. This here's all I've got, 'cept tn
ole lady an Hetty, an I'm goin t stay
right here IN hold 1t. Ef them wimmen
he'd me an no ranch they'd be wuss of
nor nothin. An thar Ole 81 staid, an
bundled me n th' artist an the women
folks of fer Chloride quick TIL vim
men was in light waggin, little jose,
q Greaser KID drivin, an two Greaser
girls on th' back seat. Me n Spenceley
rid the bronco back 'longside
"Long in tn AFTERNOON, bout 8, we
looked over south. an here come feller
on hossback, like streak o CREASED
lightnin, THROWN dust like TIL very
dooce--an back o him, bout two r three
miles, come bout dozen r fifteen fel-
lers-nenr as we cd guess-also kickin
up big cloud.
"Twss good ten mile Z Chloride
and we thought we was goners, fer Of
course we didn't s'pose them last fellers
was nothin but lnjuns,
"Spenceley set his teeth an looked at
his guns, an no did l. Then he rid up t
tn waggin, give Hetty n six shooter,
sayin somethin ] didn't hear, and told
tn boy t make them mules fiy. Then
he come back whar ! WIZ m sez real
quiet, Dye think we kin hold EN- off
long 'nough, Mr.. Hardeny ! guessed
yes, but great Scott didn't wish ! was
outer that!
9Th lone chap come racin up Twas
Perry Roane, whiter'n gravestone. He
didn't stop, only yelled 'lnjunsr an KEEP
on going, not stoppin t say 'Hellor t
Hetty in tn waggin-jes' KEEP on, headed
fer Chloride. Th' artist turned & me in
q minute, with his mouth curled up an
sez, 'Stampededr
1--WE waited, all ready for them In
juns, but when they come up tn blood
sort Of come back t my heart agen,
cause we cd SEQ a mile of thet they
was white-surveyors an cowboys; some
stampeded themselves, we foun out
Things got quiet in day r so. fer 1t
happened thet Uncle Sam he'd lot o
sojers lyin in camp near Chloride, an tn
way they KEEP them lnjuns movin back
south was real lively.
"Wal, in q week r 10 up come Mister
Roane, jes Z big ez life, an ez chipper
an goes t Hendershott's when th' old
folks was at tn store and Spenceley out
ridin. reckon him n Hetty jes' he'd q
real lovely row. He he'd til gall t tell
or thet he was jes' ridin fer doctor fer
mck cowboy, an hadn't heard o no In
juns. Hetty was onto him, though, an
talked real rough t the cuss, reckon.
Bout 5 o'clock little jose come ridin
Z tn store in hurry, an tole us he he'd
BEN listenin { Hetty an Roane talkin,
an all Of a suddcn he heerd little
scream. Mex thing he seen Roane
carryin Hetty outer th door an putin
'er in his buggy--she lookin like shed
fainted--an Roane druv of, an Jose lit
out fer tn store, meetin Spenceley on th
way, an tellin him.
"Th' ole man an | guessed tn same
thing-hed doped TIL girl with chlory-
form, r somethin', an lit ont for Mineral
Point, whur Eph Hines, Justice of til
peace, lived. don't know how we come
t think Of it; but | he'd read O sech
things, an so had ST. reckon. Lord,
but tn ole chap looked tur'ble! lie
didn't say nothin. but he looked like he
was thinkin lots. an it didn't take me n