Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1893-11-30

the cid home to nurse him back to life.
BY and by the crisis passed, and the SOL
I.ier knew where he was and the situa-
ton outside. He knew more than the
good woman would have him. That lit
tie family was being put to sore straits
to find him such food as an invalid must
have, and he heard the children cry out
at night because they had not enough
covering to keep them warm. After a
few days, when he found there was no
chance to get word into the Federal line,
he begged of the woman to deliver him
up to the Confederate authorities and re-
lieve herself Of the burden. She indig-
nantly refused, and the children, who
hadinsisted on calling him Uncle Daniel.
cried at the thought of his going away.
Pretty soon a new peril threatened,
The neutral territory was given up to
bushwhackers and guerrillas. One day a
long haired, evil looking man, whose
garb was that of a farmer, and who was
probably the would be assassin of Little
Jim, was seen lurking about the premises.
The put another pillow behind
the soldier, handed him his revolver and
quietly said:
II have your carbine and shall try to
kill him if he persists in entering TIE
house. II ] am killed, then You must
take care of yourself"
The sergeant could hear every word of
the conversation as the man finally adj
vanced to the house, and the woman
stepped outside to meet him.
look yere, woman" he began, "who
yo' got in yo'r houseY'
"By what right do you ask thatT' she
demanded in turn.
"By the right everybody has to kill a
cussed Yankee wharever he kin find him.
Stand aside and let me see what sort Of
q fowl yo've had cooped in yere fur two
or three weeks"
Clickl Clicki sounded the hammer
of her carbine, and as she brought the
muzzle on & line with the mans heart
she said:
There's the road! Yo' scatterl I'll
count 60, and then I'll shoot!"
He backed away, muttering and ours
ing, and for the next three days the cab
in was in a state of siege. He hung
about, determined to investigate the re-
ports which had somehow leaked out,
but finding the woman on her guard he
finally went away to report to the mill
tary authorities. Thanksgiving day
came-cold, bleak and a fiutter of snow
flakes in the air. Little Jim hid been
shot just three weeks before, but such
was the nursing that on this day he was
helped out Of bed and bolstered up in
the big rocking chair to eat Thanksgiv-
ing dinner. Tears came to his eyes as
he saw what efforts the woman had put
forth and how meager the results.
Mother, children and soldier were gath
cred at the table when there cam a
chatter Of hoofs anu a clanking OF sabers,
and o dozen troopers in gray galloped up
to the door. At their head was q SER
geant, who pushed his way in and seized
wife and children and kissed them be-
fore he looked at the pale faced man at
his table. He was followed by a cor
poral who was scarcely inside the door
before the children cried out:
"Uncle Danieli Uncle Danieli Our
other Uncle Daniel has come home"
The bushwhacker had made his report
to the nearest camp, and the sergeant
had been sent to bring the prisoner in.
He sat at the head of the table and heard
the story, and when it was concluded he
patted his wife ON the head and said:
"You did just right, Mary. When a
Yank is up, he's u enemy; when he's