The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1893-12-23

was 'xpectin Mister Roane an hind hev
trouble in tn near foochur. which was
erect
lone day not longer arter this some
galoot brung word tibet tn PEACHES was
out thou Muzzles. an was chawin ev'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 tn stock we could. nailed up tn
shop-'twas stons-an lit out fer Hen
dershott's t tell them. Thar Skerrett
leaves me. him hAvin tn fastest little
mustang in the kentry, an goes on T
tell folks. ez many ez he kin.
"Wa-al. Hendershott's folks was
ready. real sudden, only Old 81. he
wouldn't go. See he: i haint goin ono
foot. This here's all I've got, 'cept tn
ole lady an Hetty, an I'm goin t stay
right here an hold it. Ef Them wimmen
he'd me IN no ranch they'd be wuss of
nor nothin.' An thar Ole 81 staid. an
bundled me n tn artist an the women
folks of fer Chloride quick. Tn VIM
men was in light Vaughn. little Jose,
. Greaser Kid. drivin. an two Greaser
girls on tn back seat Me n Spenceley
rid the bronco back 'longside.
"'Long in tn AFTERNOON, bout 8, we
looked over south. an here come Teller
on hossback. like q streak O. creased
lightnin. THROWN dust like tn very
dooce-an back o him. bout two r three
miles, come bout dozen r fifteen fel-
lers-near as we cd guess-also kickin
up big cloud.
"Twas a good ten mile t Chloride
and we thought we was goners, fer Of
course we didn't s'pose them last fellers
was nothin but Injuns.
''Spenceley set his teeth an looked at
his guns, an 20 did l. Then he rid up t
tn Vaughn, give Hetty six shooter,
sayin somethin didn't hear, and told
tn boy t. make them mules fly. Then
he come back whar l wuz an SEE real
quiet, Dye think we kin hold 'em of
long 'nough, Mr.. HardenY l guessed
yes. but great Scottl didn't l wish waa
outer that!
18th lone chap come racin up. Twas
Perry Roane, whiter'n a gravestone. He
didn't stop, only yelled 'Injuns! an KEEP
on going, not stoppin { say 'Helloy t.
Hetty in tn waggin-jes' KEEP on, headed
fer Chloride. Tn artist turned t. me in
. minute, with his mouth curled up an
SEE, 'Stampededr
1--WE waited, all ready for them In
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sort Of come back t my heart agen,
cause we cd see q mile off tibet they
was white-surveyors an cowboys; some
stampeded themselves. we foun out.
Things got quiet in day r so. fer it
happened tibet Uncle Sam he'd lot O
sojers lyin in camp near Chloride, an tn
way they KEEP them Injuns movin back
south was real lively.
"Wal, in week r so up come Mister
Roane. jes Z big ez life, an ez clipper,
an goes t Hendershott's when tn old
folks was at tn store and Spenceley out
ridin. reckon him n Hetty jes' he'd a
real lovely row. He he'd tn gall t. tell
'er tibet he was jess ridin fer q doctor fer
sick cowboy, an hadn't heard o. no In
juns. Hetty was onto him. though, an
talked real rough t tho cuss, reckon.
"Bout 3 o'clock little Jose come ridin
t tn store in hurry, an tole US he he'd
ben listenin t Hetty an Roane talkin,
an all of sudden he heerd q little
scream. Mex thing he seen Roane
carryin Hetty outer tn door an putin
'er in his buggy-she lookin like she'd
fainted-an Roane druv off. an Jose lit
out fer tn store. meetin Spenceley on tn
way, an tellin him.
9TH ole man an guessed tn same
thing-he'd doped tn girl with chlory-
form, r somethin', an lit out for Mineral
Point. whar Eph Hines, justice of tn
peace, lived. don't know how we como
t think Of it; but l he'd read o sech
things, an so had 81, reckon. Lord,
but tn ole chap looked tur'ble! He
didn't say nothin. but he looked like no
was thinkin lots. an it didn't take men
him long t'git t Mineral Point. fifteen
mile-bad trail too. When we got near
tn burg Ole 81 loosened up. an eff he
didn't cuss fer fifteen minutes I'm jay.
I'VE rid up t Hines. ready t shoot.
IN 81 kicked tn door open, IN there. on
tn floor. lyin tied hams an feet. was
Perry Roane-an Spenceley, kind Of
Illustrated. but smilin, riz up. an pointin
& Hetty, who was settin in cheer.
loolkin kind of pale. sez. Gentlemen. lot
me interjuce my wife,
"Twas this way: Roane-he's dom
time now-hedn't drugged tn gyurl.
only gagged 'er, an, between thur an tn
point, he'd made or promise t marry