New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1893-03-12

with us. to keep him out Of mischief. ne dia
not want to como. He disliked any work harder
than giving orders or hanging about tne ~oug gc
We rode in buckskin. with flannel shirts. lie
was in charro. it is true but his ridng-eult wac
elegant black cloth. with all the regulation sl'e,
braid and buttons. and he took pains 10 sno" ~,
his white shirt and the wristlets OF his six
undershirt. - ,,
Well. we pushed him hard that day. to pay No, l1r
his foppcry-Niariano dislikes such nonsenSr. Wo
killed three antelope. and. over spur OF IA ', ms
foothills we struck fresh bear trail that ieu We
up TO a stony mesa. where the tran ana tnt hS NV
failed us together one OF the a'Ox ,"rst fellow
after bear YOU ever did see No wonder. either
If bear had done to one side OF nv race whae
big silvcr-tip did to Juan LarsoS. . Mtu made
hot-foot after every one Of the time tIat 'naue
me sight OF horror to brighten children, ur
with the will Of your mercy we Wlll c" Thp
here Ong' a"@ foley On That in % speed of his
footprints With the light we can 90 Stra'sh'
TO his house. 49,, ,,, b;s
ns on hunt But Cosme did not like 1t. lie
made all kinds Of objections. ara Juan ups,,t
them one by one with good, common-scnS'''o
Come. come, Cosrnc. be reasonable said
Mariana: ait is too dark 70 travel we would go
hungry hungry Thou wilt better appreciate Juan
Cosme growled something about rocky ground
Juan Largo came over TO him. grinning-a smile
made that awful face of Juan more hidcous than
"0h,, he said. "your mercy Don Cosme will
pardon. If l had understood that your mercy
was so little q countryman l would nave SET
your fears at rest by lessons of the camp. l
will clear the stones from space for yonr
honors bed as for the other gentlemen. and then
Law this rope around it, Within is ring YOU may
sleep as in the arms Of-your mother. NO snake
will cross cabriesto and with od G hcaT
your hand across 1t. ana say ii you "ouiu IVA"
its raSD on your belly.
II was true enough that Cosmc had not known
the safeguard of this expcdient that every plains
man and mountaineer uses nightly. Inc Ventrai
scnsihility Of the serpent race shrinks from the
rricklinc brst1cs that stand ont thic1ly all over
the excellent lazos that the rancheros weave OF
horsohair.
We'll. wc had supper then We smoked. and
warned for awhile. then rolled ont in our zaraprs.
And as for me- knew no mGr" n WhSr n1n eat np
Mariana and ! hlinkcd slccpily at each othcr'
while Juan went on to Cosmc. ,.. Lie
His fear Of tho rattIcsnakcs did not mako his
sleep light" said the. old mozo rrimly: then as
he touched Cosmos hand in turning Gown the
blanket "Santo Dios! come hithcr, qaick. yonr
hO NOR hurried 70 him No man ever was dcaaer
than Cosmc dc Ia Guerra. His light must.rhc
showed br tht yellow against his gray, face. When
Tho first shock WAS over" II must have Dc;n u
rattlosnakc. after ALL said Mariana.
Not So by your mercy's leave sail Juan
Largo the reata is tight 70 tl,r ground; rs il
stronr-I have been waiting-wc will lcok-l
smcllcd him when ] bent above the dfunto'
"SmclIcd WHAT
But Juan Largo. slowly, cautiously, was opening
the clothing of COSmp Inside the neck OF hls
shirt. far down. nestled 2 big AMI dcvilisll
spider that is very rare in Mexico. but whose
bite or sting s deadly IA stroke Of Lightning,
They are acknowledgement travellers siih
Juan Largo gravcy after he had taken measures
10 keep. the beast from future dcvilmer'. !hrrc
about these aranas. There is weed they love
better than dbc loves tn" milk OF it, mother
| know only its smell. and that it il called Ia
red-thc nct-and that the Indians on the ia1ui
River strive TO rub il on the dress Of an enemy
and one of the spiders will find him. Your honor,
bend and smell" We bowed above the body Of
Cosmc and strange. enticing perfume penetrated
10 our sense through and beyond the essences he
always wore like a woman. Your honor. the
cucumber smell Of the cascabel gives warning that
the RATHER is nigh, and la red tell; the approach
Of the Death Spider-to tho-, that know It's
power ii. A. =" Dexter" in The San Francisco
Argonaut.