The Pascagoula democrat-star. (Pascagoula, Miss.) 1878-1920, 1893-08-25
Written for the Democrat-Star.
BILL AND BRAVE.
BY A. j. PRICE.

no way, w IllIuHi'
This was the sound that greeted
the old darky Bill, as folks called him.
Mr.. Morgan's, Or rather, Col. Nor
gan's reasons for not doing so now
were unknown, unless to himself.
"Here, MASTER" was the answ er.
You will probably ask why William
called Col. Morgan master" l can
not tell no more can anyone. This
is all that anyone outside Of the fami-
ly ever knew: William had come
around to The pleasant little town of
L. in Louisiana, several years
before, and had been adopted by the
Morgans, to work around the place.
He had remained there ever since
and could not have been induced to
leave.
At the time our narrative COM
mences, he was in the midst of a
thicket, about five hundred yards
square, in the midst of prairie a
few, or rather great many miles
square, in the midst of the State of
Kansas.
Col. Morgan was at the top Of hill
covered with bushes, about as high
as an ordinary mans breast. When
the darkey referred to came up, the
Colonel exclaimed in low voice:
"Look, Bill, yonder is deer: he is
my meat y
The deer referred to, was noble
buck, grazing on little green spot,
two hundred yards away.
"Grcat Gosh, Marse Cholly," re.
monstrated the negro. 81 hope yo
ain gwine waste er bullet at that fur,
is yo'?'
The only answer was the sharI
crack of a rifle Of that formidable cal
ibre Is.
Bill was intensely surprised to SCI
the buck fall down dead. For the mo
ment he forgot that ''marster" was
crack shot. For a moment they wer'
in high glee, rejoicing over the pros
! pect Of a savory mess of venison. Blu
suddenly their joy was turned to th
opposite.
Bill looking farther away, saw
r sight that caused him to say
} "For de lub OBJ hebben, Marse. .ChOl
Iy, git down! Oar IS de hull tribe {
Injuns, jls er comm ker-chunkity
, chunk as hard as their plugs kin cal
' ry 'em. Marse Cholly, dey is comil
G right dis way. Dcy done seed u
Already, but dey is er gwine fer the
n wagln-they is gwinc pass by heal
: an we mus shoot 'em. Dey's got nut
4 fin but bows an' arros."
S Col. Morgan could not gather muc'
II from the excited speech of the darke!
and so took cautious peep. by whic
y he asccrtained that there were onl
r ten of the Indians, and that the
> were intending to pass directly t
! him.
! "Bil," he said 1--WE must shoot ;
many of these brutes as possible, an
IS follow as quickly as possible to d
t. fend the wagon. Calm your fears, Bil
t. and for the love of your mistresses, {
= = your best"
ss "Yes, Massa," answered the negr
e. Armed with 45-calibrc repeatil
rifles, the two men awaited the col
Mt ing of the Indians.
- They had not long to wait, for Il
=. Indians rode fleet horses. When t
o. Indians came within thirty yards
o. the ambushment, crack, crack wei
OF the two rifles; two horses droppe
In Ave more seconds, crack, crack, al
two braves fell with groan. The t'
i. men worked the levers Of their guns
nd crack, crack. Blll's aim was litt
faulty, but under Col. Morgan's riff
IN brave fell, pierced to the hea
M ',S Crack, crack, horse and brave I'll
ng time. BY this time, the three m
M who, out Of the ten, retained th'
seats, we're gone. Col. Morgan a
~ old Bill, kept up constant firing, !
on TIL the three remaining warriors
ss 'at dead upon the ground.
nm "Now, Dill" exclaimed the Colon
, is 1--WE must run for 1t. Those bra'
not ride good horses, and will be tn
~ :, very soon. Let's catch two OF th'
m stray horscs--tl,0se we shot
,ns braves from. Come on !"
to The darkey followed Col. Morg'
and tho two were soon mounted